Too Big Too Small Same Advice

One of the things that I most proud of lately is that I coach men on Niteflirt amongst all the porn fantasy girls offering coaching sessions on sexuality not phone sex. Men who call on this website are usually looking to masturbate and get off on some quick fantasy and those calls can last for about 3-10 minutes,but a lot my coaching calls have lasted for 60 minutes talking to seekers about various things around their sex lives. I tell them that I don't humiliate or run fantasy in my profile, which if they don't read, they will waste their $2.95 per minute and be disappointed that I'm not any kind of fantasy that will help them cum as fast as possible. Men with shame around their penis have the same problem, they aren't able to bond with the women that they desire. A man with a large penis is actually given much of the same advice as the man with the small penis. The right woman who can see you for who you are not what your body parts are is going to love you for how you make love from your heart and soul not just your cock. I"m going to emphasize that I say THE RIGHT WOMAN which is someone who is also matching you as a genuine soul after you've dealt with your insecurity issues. The process of other's acceptance of our bodies happens AFTER we first accept our own bodies. And it's great that I have the guy with the penis that is too big because I can tell the guy with the "tiny" penis the same thing. Most of what is done in phone sex with penis size is superficial worship or humiliation. And then, I suspect, and maybe this might even be true of the guy with the penis that is too large there is a lot of self fulfilling fantasy where the seeker isn't telling the truth of their issue and is just getting fake advice from their projected self. This has happened to me a lot but I can't really ever be sure, i just have my suspicions. Too Big doesn't do video calls with me, but he talks about being as big as the Black porn star Mandingo. I don't necessarily like big dick, I tell him. The physical is not what drives the best sex, it is part of it but not all of it. It's not the sustainable part. I recall hating my escort client with the Big Black Dick. He liked to push me into places of pain and resistance, he took pleasure out of my agony and after a while, I gave up on trying to endure. I couldn't even fake it. So size doesn't always mean anything to me. This is often a myth that we are fed through media and porn star worship. So many men are worshipping porn penis instead of their own, but its also conditioned into a lot of women in society. Size matters, size jokes, sitcom punchlines all about wanting big dick but I've been with too many big dicks that did nothing, absolutely nothing for me. I'm going to have to say that shape matters more than size and that there are certainly some keys that fit my keyhole like magic. Again, flashing back to my escort days where I would just have the most physical of the physical encounters but it would fall short of the person caring about me as a person so I couldn't keep going back after a while. Good sex is not sustainable without good and genuine connection based in love and acceptance. I recently saw the Last Jedi, so I had Star Wars fresh on the mind when I hadn't seen a SW movie in decades and obviously wasn't a real fan. But the metaphor of the light saber was so perfect for me to coach LITTLE into an energetically moving call that had him feeling like he could penetrate me all the way up to the top of my head and fill me with his light sword was so easily drawn into our minds and we were just vibing off of each other's ENERGY. I explained energy cock to him, that energy cock was infinite and longer than even Mandingo. I didn't need a genetic penis, I had an energy cock and I could penetrate so a man could feel, and I could feel it if you put your mouth around a strap on attached to my energy cock. It was any size I wanted it to be and that was usually larger than the entire room. I activated it. I used the force. It was real. Try me!

The curse of dating in Japan

I’m ending my first year living in Japan having experienced a full range of new rules around gender and sexuality, good and bad. GOOD: wait there must surely be some good? My friends often tell me that when I talk about Japan, I hardly have anything good to say about it. It’s good to be tested and it’s good to be out of one’s comfort zone. I think that those are good things. I had gotten to used to way things were in North America. I was a flower and boys were like birds and bees. It seemed like the law of nature that would remain unchangeable, WAKE UP CALL: it had changed when I moved countries. Even the non Japanese men were not naturally attracted to me. I was suddenly whisked back to the days of being a sexy high school teenager that had very few friends and was not in the popular crowd. The popular guys would at least be attracted to me sexually and use me for sex or making out, which to a 15 or 16 year old girl looking to get experiences seemed empowering. Since I am long past high school, when the boys who do approach me come up to me as an adult in Tokyo, they are drunk and far too forward or they are online and far too forward and they have no sense of how to flirt or actually connect with me. Or they just use me as a practice ground for conversations of interest when their reality has no space for the reality of us (they are married or something else). They aren’t willing to take me out on a date or have a get to know me conversation, they ask immediately for a kiss or sex. I can assess if a man is actually feel me from a soul level or just horny. Being a flesh container for horniness is no longer empowering, even if I get paid for it. For many many years, about fifteen or so I would be that container and make a good living from it and it felt empowering until it didn’t. When I was in high school I was collecting experiences of youth and it was exciting even when I knew that the boys who were with me weren’t really seeing me in the way that I longed to be seen. When I was a sex worker I lived my life in a way that told me and the boys in the bodies of men that I did not care. I got my power from making money off of the physical desires of men. When you notice a pattern, it is said that three times it happens in a row then the pattern is not usually them, but it is you. I am currently looking at this and restructuring how I approach the dating world of Japan. I have had issues meeting people where they are at, even if we are all in Japan. The non Japanese men that I meet seem to want something that is not in me, or perhaps they are like me and wanting to run away from the similarities in their home countries that I reflect. I prefer to date someone that speaks Japanese. I don’t want to date someone who speaks English only because I know that a good relationship involves spending lots of quality time together and I can’t sacrifice that time in my journey of becoming fluent in Japanese to be speaking English only. This could be limiting my choices. I don’t think so. I have opened myself up to meeting with people who speak English but they still don’t call me. Maybe I'm stubborn on my standards. I believe he or she is out there.