Day 16

Supplements:

• Vitamin C tablet, 1000mg.

Exercises:

• 3 x 60 second stretches
• 10 mins of  jelqs 
• 3 x 60 second stretches

Things are fine in general, despite a slight ache near the base, so far so good. I'm still experiencing all of what I mentioned before and also (if I haven't mentioned it already) much better erection quality. But that's not what I want to talk about today.

I've been reading this book, Getting off: Pornography and the end of Masculinity by Robert Jensen. It was an Amazon suggestion when I was buying Smile or Die by Barbara Ehrenreich. The book is about a journalist turned professor, who (although he'd probably pick fault with this generalisation) a feminist.

I've always thought that our society is pretty progressive in terms of gender equality. We've had in Britain at least, a female Prime Minister, there's no obvious gender inequality in most professional vocations that I've heard about (with the exception of big business, banking, glass ceiling, etc). Women can be doctors, surgeons, pilots, anything.

I looked around and saw equality, so the few self proclaimed feminists I have met painted a poor picture for me. Scoffing at a man holding a door open or generally being a gentleman smacks to me of chauvinism. 

I'll give you an example. A few years ago when visiting a friend in another city, four of us were getting ready for a night on the tiles. They were both feminists and both were already ready.

Now, I've got really curly hair. It doesn't suit me if I wear it long and I don't like it when it's very short. Through some drunken antics during my university days, I found out my hair looked pretty damn awesome when it was straightened using tongs.  Hooked on the look, I've had this guilty, electronic, ceramic plated secret for a while now. Perhaps I'll grow out of it, perhaps I'll go bald.

Upon my starting to straighten my hair, one of the girls says, paraphrased, "Haha, you fag! You're straightening your hair!" 

I was furious and thankfully, eloquent. Instantly I replied, in a voice that could easily have been described as raised. It just seemed to come to me, a moment in utter indignation condensed into a few words. If it'd been anyone else, I may have just chuckled it off, but...

"You can't go around, calling yourself a fucking feminist only to and reinforce gender fucking stereotypes!"

She didn't have a reply to that and after a few uneasy moments, but the night went on and things were fine. What wasn't fine however was my view at the time was, that feminists were free  and equal women who, indignant themselves about centuries, perhaps millennia of repression for their gender, aspired for the balance of power to tip in their direction, as opposed to level out.

This book has given me a different perspective. The main focus seems to be masculinity and pornography and how the two interact. What is it the be a man and how masculine traits and the abuse of women are popular themes in the pornography of today.

If you're wondering what this has to do with the size of my cock, it's simple. I'm just as curious as to why I'm exploring this odd routine of exercises in terms of my motivation as I am to see if it actually works. And hey, if it doesn't work, intellectualising away the obsession might be healthy.