" really it’s just another chunk of dick, and it operates on basically the same principles as dicks."
No, Ron Low is right, it's the best chunk.
"...in general, the under-foreskin penis tip is very sensitive."
Yes, the glans (head) is very sensitive to heat and pain.
The foreskin itself is very sensitive to light touch, like the fingertips and the lips (and does anyone dispute that the lips are important to the pleasure of kissing?).
Especially sensitive - or rather sensational - is the ridged band running round the inside at the tip, which begins and ends at the frenulum, the little web from the foreskin to the glans underneath at the centre. Circumcised men (but NOT intact men) call the frenulum "the male G-spot" - but it too may be taken or left according to the doctor's or mohel's whim, skill or luck.
DO NOT ask "should I roll back your foreskin" like it's in the way. It is the main event, the best part. Gently working it over the corona REPEATEDLY (not once) is where it's at.
That was quite an interesting response as well as pretty accurate..... Except a natural penis with all it's normal working parts is an intact penis.... Not an un circumcised penis.
So Jewish girls have no idea what to do with a NORMAL penis made by God and or Nature Knows Best. They can only handle a genitally mutilated middle eastern desert barbarian penis carved by a creepy $Mohel$ or $DR$ in the $$$shadows of the hospital$$$? Any advice for what to do with an uncircumcised vagina? Well people can talk during sex, it is allowed
The fact that some misinformed parents who are not Jews or Muslims also cut boys genitalia, shows only that children are considered of little value except as extensions of their parents. Genital cutting in childhood is immoral, regardless of the wishes of their parents, and anybody who cannot see the truth in that is less than human.
80% of men aren't cut in the world. There's nothing gross about normal genitals. What's fucking disgusting is strapping a baby down and cutting up his genitals, robbing him of his complete sexual experience.
I love being tickled...all over. My feet, belly, nipples...you name it. My friend, it took me a long time searching but trust me, if you are honest and sincere and keep your promises (my girlfriend had never been tickled prior to our first date so I promised I would stop the second she said stop) you will find someone. Ed
Btw...my girlfriend let me tickle her on the arms and legs and belly..and learned that she loves it. She now lets me restrain her and tickle her.
I don't know anything about art, but I liked your articles. Your voice made art more relatable.
Sad. I trusted you way more than the Jerry Saltz ilk.
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One way to think of this is that Richard Serra's consistently awe-evoking, maximalist sculpture and your response to it is a kind of microcosm of the critique leveled against cold, agonistic, divorced-from-political-realities modernism and modernism's eventual usurpation by post-modern work that quite intentionally confronts the viewer with the detritus and traces of human life (and with the artifice of making work for cultural consumption).
In other words, your response, clear and convincing, is part of a larger discursive and historical shift away from awe, respect for "mastery", and corollary attitudes towards, I would suggest, an appreciation for story, for objects that provoke relations that carry on after the experience, for an indication of a human pulse and a desire for a recognition of our own presence as viewers.
You know things come and go, Italy had its Renaissance and Paris had its 19th Century on into Picasso and Duchamp, New York had its AbX, Pop, Minimal, Conceptual. It's almost as if one has to subscribe to a rise and fall theory of art. If not, then the conversation shifts to different expectations, like just being able to sustain a career in the field you love. Nothing wrong with that.
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