Brutal Dad took me to work today

[Darth Aquarius]

I woke up this morning expecting it to be like any other day, then my mother tells me my father just texted her asking me if I want to be picked up to go to work with him. I’ve been holding out on it for a long time now due to a combination of laziness and anxiety problems, since my comfort zone has pretty much been reduced to my own home and my phone.

I called him and for some reason I said fuck it, why not. I gotta make some money somehow and he also said it wasn’t gonna be a busy day since they simply had to take a look at the place first. My dad arrives with a friend of his who’s driving, some low inhib irish guy in his 50s, and we drove not too far until we got to a college campus.

The irish dude pointed out the window to a couple of foids with nice tits walking down the sidewalk and said “that’s all you, [my name].” I was like yeah fucking right in my head, looking at those beautiful foids was suicidefuel because all I could think about was how much sexual experiences they already have while I have none for obvious reasons. It made me think about how no matter what I try I will never measure up to all of the Chads in the fraternity. The human connection I’m missing out on, even if it’s just simply fucking some random whore, is brutal and I would be too high inhib to show those whores my tiny cock even if I had the chance to do so @LastGerman

Anyway we park and it turns out the job is literally cleaning up a frat house, along with making some repairs here and there. So now I as an incel am literally at ground zero for endless partying and sexhaving around these rooms and hallways, even though the place is empty. It was an old looking building, maybe 100 years old at this point, and there was beer cans EVERYWHERE.

I could almost smell the sexhavers from the nights before wherever I went, which made me realize how much foids fucking stink. They also had a bunch of unopened tequila which my dad just took for himself and put into his van jfl. It felt strange to be in such a foreign environment even if only for work, then suddenly a tall and muscular Tyrone walks out and the Irish friend of my dad’s starts talking to him about what they’re gonna do, and the Tyrone is just standing there shirtless and smelling of weed.

It’s funny how the Irish dude was being so chill with the Tyrone after calling someone a nigger on the way there for almost hitting his car jfl, and surprisingly the Tyrone shook my hand but only because my Dad was like “this is my son”. It’s like, I don’t want to shake Tyrone’s hand, who the fuck knows where it’s been?

Anyway we all go upstairs and end up on the fucking roof, and when I say we were high up I mean falling off was a guaranteed way to kill yourself. I was scared shitless but I didn’t say anything and I stayed away from the edges, but my fucking low inhib father and this Irish Guy, we’ll call him Pat, were standing right on the edge of this roof with a 4 story fall. It made me realize how badly they mog the shit out of me with inhib and masculinity alone. These are real fucking men that don’t care about being on the edge of death whilst casually smoking cigarettes, something the college foids down below would never do. I wanted to get the fuck off that roof because I was shitting myself so we did.

After that my dad took me for a beer and then dropped me off, but all I could think of is how the fuck I’m gonna do this job? I know I should be grateful for it so I can make extra money like a normal person but I feel mentally incapable. I’m not comfortable doing something like this but I legitimately don’t have a choice because I have to pay car insurance and I don’t think my dad has me covered on that this month.

He’s facing prison time for tax evasion so if he’s gone then I’m sort of fucked because he’s been helping me out when I need the money. I don’t want to feel like I burden but I have debilitating anxiety problems and I don’t know how I can just get up and wageslave every day after spending most of my time in my room rotting. After rotting so long it’s as if your body and mind break down and you can no longer do normal things.

In fact, even with guaranteed money you still feel a sense of dread because you know that this won’t give you any fulfillment in life and now you’re suddenly a slave, because I’ll never get a beautiful girlfriend like the college foids I saw on campus, and I will most likely be alone the rest of my life. Beyond the promise of a few bucks, what’s it all for? Slaving away, to get my GED, get a union job that I’ll be forced to work for life because they’ll take away NEETbux, and retire when I’m gray in the hair with bad joints still never having felt the angelic touch of a foid’s warm body.

I feel fucked, I need some cigarettes…

 

[ToBurble&Pine]

So you're like a janitor? That's a brutal job for a sub5

 

[LastGerman]

I woke up this morning expecting it to be like any other day, then my mother tells me my father just texted her asking me if I want to be picked up to go to work with him. I’ve been holding out on it for a long time now due to a combination of laziness and anxiety problems, since my comfort zone has pretty much been reduced to my own home and my phone.

I called him and for some reason I said fuck it, why not. I gotta make some money somehow and he also said it wasn’t gonna be a busy day since they simply had to take a look at the place first. My dad arrives with a friend of his who’s driving, some low inhib irish guy in his 50s, and we drove not too far until we got to a college campus.

The irish dude pointed out the window to a couple of foids with nice tits walking down the sidewalk and said “that’s all you, [my name].” I was like yeah fucking right in my head, looking at those beautiful foids was suicidefuel because all I could think about was how much sexual experiences they already have while I have none for obvious reasons. It made me think about how no matter what I try I will never measure up to all of the Chads in the fraternity. The human connection I’m missing out on, even if it’s just simply fucking some random whore, is brutal and I would be too high inhib to show those whores my tiny cock even if I had the chance to do so @LastGerman

Anyway we park and it turns out the job is literally cleaning up a frat house, along with making some repairs here and there. So now I as an incel am literally at ground zero for endless partying and sexhaving around these rooms and hallways, even though the place is empty. It was an old looking building, maybe 100 years old at this point, and there was beer cans EVERYWHERE.

I could almost smell the sexhavers from the nights before wherever I went, which made me realize how much foids fucking stink. They also had a bunch of unopened tequila which my dad just took for himself and put into his van jfl. It felt strange to be in such a foreign environment even if only for work, then suddenly a tall and muscular Tyrone walks out and the Irish friend of my dad’s starts talking to him about what they’re gonna do, and the Tyrone is just standing there shirtless and smelling of weed.

It’s funny how the Irish dude was being so chill with the Tyrone after calling someone a nigger on the way there for almost hitting his car jfl, and surprisingly the Tyrone shook my hand but only because my Dad was like “this is my son”. It’s like, I don’t want to shake Tyrone’s hand, who the fuck knows where it’s been?

Anyway we all go upstairs and end up on the fucking roof, and when I say we were high up I mean falling off was a guaranteed way to kill yourself. I was scared shitless but I didn’t say anything and I stayed away from the edges, but my fucking low inhib father and this Irish Guy, we’ll call him Pat, were standing right on the edge of this roof with a 4 story fall. It made me realize how badly they mog the shit out of me with inhib and masculinity alone. These are real fucking men that don’t care about being on the edge of death whilst casually smoking cigarettes, something the college foids down below would never do. I wanted to get the fuck off that roof because I was shitting myself so we did.

After that my dad took me for a beer and then dropped me off, but all I could think of is how the fuck I’m gonna do this job? I know I should be grateful for it so I can make extra money like a normal person but I feel mentally incapable. I’m not comfortable doing something like this but I legitimately don’t have a choice because I have to pay car insurance and I don’t think my dad has me covered on that this month.

He’s facing prison time for tax evasion so if he’s gone then I’m sort of fucked because he’s been helping me out when I need the money. I don’t want to feel like I burden but I have debilitating anxiety problems and I don’t know how I can just get up and wageslave every day after spending most of my time in my room rotting. After rotting so long it’s as if your body and mind break down and you can no longer do normal things.

In fact, even with guaranteed money you still feel a sense of dread because you know that this won’t give you any fulfillment in life and now you’re suddenly a slave, because I’ll never get a beautiful girlfriend like the college foids I saw on campus, and I will most likely be alone the rest of my life. Beyond the promise of a few bucks, what’s it all for? Slaving away, to get my GED, get a union job that I’ll be forced to work for life because they’ll take away NEETbux, and retire when I’m gray in the hair with bad joints still never having felt the angelic touch of a foid’s warm body.

I feel fucked, I need some cigarettes…

A like reading stories. I will read it later and reply to it.

 

[Darth Aquarius]

So you're a janitor?

My dad does electrical and his friend does construction, so any repairs that call for their line of work is what they’ll be doing, so likely I’ll be either helping them out with that shit if they want it, or most likely cleaning a bunch of shit up and moving stuff around like a laborer. It might as well be a janitor job, I better get paid damn good money to clean up after hundreds of Chads with rich parents.

 

[Justanotherbloke]

Reading hits a little too close to home. That feeling of being totally out of your element, of suddenly being dropped into the real world environment that feels alien to me is jarring. And I get what you mean about the whole frat house thing. Just being around places like that can feel like a reminder of everything you’ve missed out on, and yes, it’s like you're surrounded by the ghosts of a life you never got to live.
What stood out to me though is that you actually went. You picked up the phone, you said fuck it, and you did something way outside your comfort zone. That might not feel like much right now, but it's actually a big step. Most people in our situation wouldn’t have even left the house. That Irish guy mouthing off, the frat stench, the roof, the Tyrone encounter yeah, it was all normal normtard behavior from their side. But you lived through it. That counts for something.

 

[Darth Aquarius]

Reading hits a little too close to home. That feeling of being totally out of your element, of suddenly being dropped into the real world environment that feels alien to me is jarring. And I get what you mean about the whole frat house thing. Just being around places like that can feel like a reminder of everything you’ve missed out on, and yes, it’s like you're surrounded by the ghosts of a life you never got to live.
What stood out to me though is that you actually went. You picked up the phone, you said fuck it, and you did something way outside your comfort zone. That might not feel like much right now, but it's actually a big step. Most people in our situation wouldn’t have even left the house. That Irish guy mouthing off, the frat stench, the roof, the Tyrone encounter yeah, it was all normal normtard behavior from their side. But you lived through it. That counts for something.

I appreciate it, it’s definitely tough because I’m naturally high inhib and I only have my own autistic special interests that are nowhere near aligned with the environment or line of work I’m about to be doing with them, so I basically feel like I have to endure pain and stress all day while my mind disassociates. I have a hard time being in the moment or learning anything about these kinds of jobs because I’m very quiet and stuck in my head most of the time. That irish dude picked up on that but he told me not to worry about it. For being a loudmouth he seems like a solid guy at the end of the day so the sliver lining is that I should be treated decently even if I’m doing something that gives me depersonalization/brain fog.

 

[ToBurble&Pine]

moving stuff around like a laborer. It might as well be a janitor job, I better get paid damn good money to clean up after hundreds of Chads with rich parents.

Hope you get something better
I'm still stuck at moving stuff around

 

[Justanotherbloke]

I appreciate it, it’s definitely tough because I’m naturally high inhib and I only have my own autistic special interests that are nowhere near aligned with the environment or line of work I’m about to be doing with them, so I basically feel like I have to endure pain and stress all day while my mind disassociates. I have a hard time being in the moment or learning anything about these kinds of jobs because I’m very quiet and stuck in my head most of the time. That irish dude picked up on that but he told me not to worry about it. For being a loudmouth he seems like a solid guy at the end of the day so the sliver lining is that I should be treated decently even if I’m doing something that gives me depersonalization/brain fog.

I’m high inhib too, and being around people drains me fast. Most of the time I just isolate myself because it’s the only way I feel like I can actually breathe. When you’re stuck in your head 24/7 and your interests are completely out of sync with your surroundings, trying to function normally just feels forced, like you’re cosplaying as someone else all day. So I went NEET for a long time, and recently got back into work around the time I signed up to the forum, lucky me that being a plumber isn't an environment where you're constantly surrounded by things that remind me of the blackpill.

 

[Darth Aquarius]

Hope you get something better
I'm still stuck at moving stuff around

Thanks, I just want to do something that isn’t too overwhelming. I don’t need crazy money I just need enough to pay for car insurance and gas

 

[Darth Aquarius]

I’m high inhib too, and being around people drains me fast. Most of the time I just isolate myself because it’s the only way I feel like I can actually breathe. When you’re stuck in your head 24/7 and your interests are completely out of sync with your surroundings, trying to function normally just feels forced, like you’re cosplaying as someone else all day. So I went NEET for a long time, and recently got back into work around the time I signed up to the forum, lucky me that being a plumber isn't an environment where you're constantly surrounded by things that remind me of the blackpill.

You worded it better than I ever could, especially with that statement about it feeling like you’re surrounded by the “ghosts” of every party, human connection of Chad and Stacy I’ll never experience, and the absolute state of the messy frat house with drinks everywhere. The way these college kids neglected that place tells you everything you need to know about them, they’re most likely mega NT, low inhib, and don’t give a flying fuck about nothing but having fun. It’s a life so disconnected from my simple life of sitting at home and watching YouTube most of the time while I lay in bed. I only isolated myself like that in the first place because of the years of negative reinforcement from school combined with getting my heart broken by the girl who led me on, so I felt like I just gave up on everything. I guess the idea of work, especially that kind of work, scares me because I feel like I have to “man up” and match the energy of the low inhib men around me who have been there and done that. It’s just your average day for them but for me it’s pressure to get money and figure out my life or else I’ll have nothing.

 

[Grodd]

I couldn't deal with that shit tbh.

 

[Justanotherbloke]

You worded it better than I ever could, especially with that statement about it feeling like you’re surrounded by the “ghosts” of every party, human connection of Chad and Stacy I’ll never experience, and the absolute state of the messy frat house with drinks everywhere. The way these college kids neglected that place tells you everything you need to know about them, they’re most likely mega NT, low inhib, and don’t give a flying fuck about nothing but having fun. It’s a life so disconnected from my simple life of sitting at home and watching YouTube most of the time while I lay in bed. I only isolated myself like that in the first place because of the years of negative reinforcement from school combined with getting my heart broken by the girl who led me on, so I felt like I just gave up on everything. I guess the idea of work, especially that kind of work, scares me because I feel like I have to “man up” and match the energy of the low inhib men around me who have been there and done that. It’s just your average day for them but for me it’s pressure to get money and figure out my life or else I’ll have nothing.

I get that completely. It’s like those frat kids are living in another universe, reckless, carefree, just burning through life like it’ll always be easy. Meanwhile I'm stuck processing every little thing, carrying all this baggage no one else seems to have. The mess they left behind says everything, zero care, zero consequence.
I isolated myself for the same reasons too, constant rejection, being ignored etc and I feel completely detached from other people. The only thing ive got in common with them, is that we are the same species, apart from that very little. After a while, it just felt safer to shut everything out. And now stepping into these environments feels like I’m expected to suddenly act like one of them, but I'm not.

 

[SilverBullet]

After rotting so long it’s as if your body and mind break down and you can no longer do normal things.

I feel this whenever entertaining the thought of a job. Wageslaving all day already sounds like such a burden when I could just LDAR at home. But the real kicker is what will motivate me to go. What is the money going toward besides survival? I’m already financially dependent on my parents. No friends to go out with, no gf to come home to, no hobbies, nothing. Money is meaningless to me, and working just sounds like a tiresome burden

 

[Darth Aquarius]

I feel this whenever entertaining the thought of a job. Wageslaving all day already sounds like such a burden when I could just LDAR at home. But the real kicker is what will motivate me to go. What is the money going toward besides survival? I’m already financially dependent on my parents. No friends to go out with, no gf to come home to, no hobbies, nothing. Money is meaningless to me, and working just sounds like a tiresome burden

Exactly, I feel like I have to torture myself just to survive because my parents are struggling to provide for me as much as they could back then.

 

[Darth Aquarius]

I get that completely. It’s like those frat kids are living in another universe, reckless, carefree, just burning through life like it’ll always be easy. Meanwhile I'm stuck processing every little thing, carrying all this baggage no one else seems to have. The mess they left behind says everything, zero care, zero consequence.
I isolated myself for the same reasons too, constant rejection, being ignored etc and I feel completely detached from other people. The only thing ive got in common with them, is that we are the same species, apart from that very little. After a while, it just felt safer to shut everything out. And now stepping into these environments feels like I’m expected to suddenly act like one of them, but I'm not.

I’m surprised I’m even my dad’s son. I don’t look a lot like him and mentally I am nothing like him. He was a wild troublemaker similar to those frat kids, I am the complete opposite. It explains why I feel so disconnected from his work environment and the people in it.

 

[LastGerman]

The irish dude pointed out the window to a couple of foids with nice tits walking down the sidewalk and said “that’s all you, [my name].” I was like yeah fucking right in my head, looking at those beautiful foids was suicidefuel because all I could think about was how much sexual experiences they already have while I have none for obvious reasons. It made me think about how no matter what I try I will never measure up to all of the Chads in the fraternity.

What is he trying to say here? Is he trying to imply, you have a chance with them? Older people are just out of touch.

The human connection I’m missing out on, even if it’s just simply fucking some random whore, is brutal and I would be too high inhib to show those whores my tiny cock even if I had the chance to do so @

@LastGerman

Another daily reminder. Even if you would be better looking, or even if you somehow manage to get a chance, the moment you drop your pants, it is over.

Anyway we park and it turns out the job is literally cleaning up a frat house, along with making some repairs here and there. So now I as an incel am literally at ground zero for endless partying and sexhaving around these rooms and hallways, even though the place is empty. It was an old looking building, maybe 100 years old at this point, and there was beer cans EVERYWHERE.

Absolutely brutal. While they had fun, you are the one cleaning up their mess. It is also always those buildings. Buildings from another era. it reminds me of the past. Something that I will never get back.

I could almost smell the sexhavers from the nights before wherever I went, which made me realize how much foids fucking stink. They also had a bunch of unopened tequila which my dad just took for himself and put into his van jfl. It felt strange to be in such a foreign environment even if only for work, then suddenly a tall and muscular Tyrone walks out and the Irish friend of my dad’s starts talking to him about what they’re gonna do, and the Tyrone is just standing there shirtless and smelling of weed.

It’s funny how the Irish dude was being so chill with the Tyrone after calling someone a nigger on the way there for almost hitting his car jfl, and surprisingly the Tyrone shook my hand but only because my Dad was like “this is my son”. It’s like, I don’t want to shake Tyrone’s hand, who the fuck knows where it’s been?

He touched a lot of females while you had to clean up his mess.

Anyway we all go upstairs and end up on the fucking roof, and when I say we were high up I mean falling off was a guaranteed way to kill yourself. I was scared shitless but I didn’t say anything and I stayed away from the edges, but my fucking low inhib father and this Irish Guy, we’ll call him Pat, were standing right on the edge of this roof with a 4 story fall. It made me realize how badly they mog the shit out of me with inhib and masculinity alone. These are real fucking men that don’t care about being on the edge of death whilst casually smoking cigarettes, something the college foids down below would never do. I wanted to get the fuck off that roof because I was shitting myself so we did.

But is it really masculine? Is it masculine to clean up the mess of people who had an orgy the day before? There are females who are using this word in order to blame and shame us.

In fact, even with guaranteed money you still feel a sense of dread because you know that this won’t give you any fulfillment in life and now you’re suddenly a slave, because I’ll never get a beautiful girlfriend like the college foids I saw on campus, and I will most likely be alone the rest of my life. Beyond the promise of a few bucks, what’s it all for? Slaving away, to get my GED, get a union job that I’ll be forced to work for life because they’ll take away NEETbux, and retire when I’m gray in the hair with bad joints still never having felt the angelic touch of a foid’s warm body.

There is no real solution to it.

My dad does electrical and his friend does construction, so any repairs that call for their line of work is what they’ll be doing, so likely I’ll be either helping them out with that shit if they want it, or most likely cleaning a bunch of shit up and moving stuff around like a laborer. It might as well be a janitor job, I better get paid damn good money to clean up after hundreds of Chads with rich parents.

You do get paid well? Is it enough to buy a house? This job is basically to clean up the mess from people who had an orgy the day before. This is what most jobs actually are for men. We are supposed to just take it. This is cuckoldry. They want us to just take it, to clean up their mess, to be a low-level worker. At every construction side. All of them are men. They are working hard for little money while females have the cozy jobs.

 

[Darth Aquarius]

But is it really masculine? Is it masculine to clean up the mess of people who had an orgy the day before? There are females who are using this word in order to blame and shame us.

I don’t use masculinity cope for foids approval, I just meant the fact that they had the balls to stand on the edge of a roof like that. But when you put it that way, no it’s pretty cucked to clean up Chad’s mess

 

[Darth Aquarius]

You do get paid well? Is it enough to buy a house? This job is basically to clean up the mess from people who had an orgy the day before. This is what most jobs actually are for men. We are supposed to just take it. This is cuckoldry. They want us to just take it, to clean up their mess, to be a low-level worker. At every construction side. All of them are men. They are working hard for little money while females have the cozy jobs.

Nope, I would only get 15 dollars an hour which is worth around 13 euros. With the prices of everything nowadays it only gets you so much. It’s survival money basically.

 

[LastGerman]

I don’t use masculinity cope for foids approval, I just meant the fact that they had the balls to stand on the edge of a roof like that. But when you put it that way, no it’s pretty cucked to clean up Chad’s mess

I know, but this is what we always hear. We are being blamed and shamed for it regardless of what we do.

Nope, I would only get 15 dollars an hour which is worth around 13 euros. With the prices of everything nowadays it only gets you so much. It’s survival money basically.

I have seen job offers in fastfood places, that pay more than that. What you are doing, is hard work. You basically clean up the mess of people who had an orgy the day before. This is absurd. Myron always say, that such jobs pay well. But they do not not.

I’m surprised I’m even my dad’s son. I don’t look a lot like him and mentally I am nothing like him. He was a wild troublemaker similar to those frat kids, I am the complete opposite. It explains why I feel so disconnected from his work environment and the people in it.

That reminds me of something. I talked about this before with @TooSomething
This is not faggot posting, but this is something that @TooSomething and I, have talked about before in another thread. He basically asked his mother, how big the penis of his father is. I do not know how this conversation started. He had some object with him, that is 7 inches or even somewhat longer and his mother used this object to describe how long it is. It was basically the entire object, so 7 inches or even a little more than 7 inches. While his father has 7 inches or more, he is a peniscel. They also still have coitus. Which makes sense because he has a big penis. The same most likely applies to me as well. I think, that our fathers have a big penises while we have small penises and are suffering because of it. This is something, that is not talked about much. I think, the troublemaker behaviour and being masculine, is grounded in it. There is no reason to be that way if you have a small penis. This is why you have a higher inhibition. This is also why I have a higher inhibition. This would explain a lot. I am talking about this because this is the groundings of why your father was a troublemaker, why your father is masculine while we are not. We have been destroyed.
I also think, that coitus is only possible if you have a big penis. I do not how it should work otherwise. It is impossible. I am just unable to picture it. It just does not work. The moment you would drop your pants, it is over anyways. This would also happen to me. Even if we would be better looking, the moment we would drop the pants, it is over. We are just being constantly emasculated.

 

[elf]

So you're like a janitor? That's a brutal job for a sub5

That's the quintessential sub 5 job

 

[Darth Aquarius]

I think, that our fathers have a big penises while we have small penises and are suffering because of it. This is something, that is not talked about much. I think, the troublemaker behaviour and being masculine, is grounded in it. There is no reason to be that way if you have a small penis. This is why you have a higher inhibition. This is also why I have a higher inhibition. This would explain a lot. I am talking about this because this is the groundings of why your father was a troublemaker, why your father is masculine while we are not. We have been destroyed.

This is the most brutal thing I’ve read all day and yet another reminder that it’s over. My aunts once walked in on my grandfather (from my mother’s side of the family, not even my dad) and they accidentally saw his penis. They said it was fucking enormous and they laughed about it but not mockingly, moreso out of shock. This made me realize there are big penises on both sides of my family but I didn’t receive those genes somehow. My dick is embarrassingly small, especially when soft. My grandfather also has a very masculine demeanor, and he even had 4 kids, that’s how successful his marriage and family has been from being in his 20s to now in his 80s and he still looks good for his age. The only other family members of mine with small penises is my cousin because his father is also small, and his wife (my aunt) makes fun of it a lot. Their sex life is practically nonexistent according to her, and my cousin is a truecel manlet and dicklet who is nearly 25 years old and still a virgin who’s never been in a relationship. He doesn’t seem to care though, since he has a childlike personality. Meanwhile I’m the one who wants a girlfriend the most and I’m suffering because of it.

 

[LeFrenchCel]

That was a fucking brutal read

Normies are having their usual fun and they call the incel to clean up their mess, fuck...

 

[LastGerman]

This is the most brutal thing I’ve read all day and yet another reminder that it’s over. My aunts once walked in on my grandfather (from my mother’s side of the family, not even my dad) and they accidentally saw his penis. They said it was fucking enormous and they laughed about it but not mockingly, moreso out of shock.

Dude... DUDE. Just reading this is enough for me. This give me almost tears in my eyes. I am not lying. This is just too much. I want this reaction. I want that females talk like this about me but this will never happen. This is all so unfair. She said it was enormous and it is his flaccid size. This sounds like at least 5 inches flaccid and also thick. He might have 9 inches. How did you hear about that? This sounds like an absolutely brutal story. Seriously, I would most likely have cried. They only talk about this somewhat behind close doors and yet open enough, so, that others might hear it. They talk about how big penises are and you somehow catch those stories. I have now read plenty of such stories. It is always the same. Females gossip about it. They talk about it. They talk about how big pensies are and they enjoy it. Of course, you would be quite about that because you do not have a big penis and if you say anything, everyone knows, that you have a small penis. Or did you say anything back then? How did you manage to hear this story anyways? It seems like, this story just got spread, as usual. If a man has a big penis, the story just silently spreads and eventually everyone just knows it. But nobody taks directly about it. It is like... magic. Seriously. This is like magic. Penis magic. I do not know how to describe it.

This made me realize there are big penises on both sides of my family but I didn’t receive those genes somehow. My dick is embarrassingly small, especially when soft. My grandfather also has a very masculine demeanor, and he even had 4 kids, that’s how successful his marriage and family has been from being in his 20s to now in his 80s and he still looks good for his age.

And yet they call this evolution. This is not evolution. It is the opposite of that. This does not make any sense. It just does not add up.

The only other family members of mine with small penises is my cousin because his father is also small, and his wife (my aunt) makes fun of it a lot. Their sex life is practically nonexistent according to her, and my cousin is a truecel manlet and dicklet who is nearly 25 years old and still a virgin who’s never been in a relationship.

Absolutely devastating. She makes fun of his small penis, yet the are supposed to be a couple. This is what happens if you have a small penis. We will be forever emasculated. I just do not want this.

He doesn’t seem to care though, since he has a childlike personality. Meanwhile I’m the one who wants a girlfriend the most and I’m suffering because of it.

This is what happened to us. What happened to a lot of men, to this generation of men. Yet almost nobody talks about it. Not even the "manosphere". Seriously, nobody talks about it. About the obvious, yet we hear it. We are being shamed for it. Females like to use that insult "you have a small dick". Yet almost nobody talks about it. Nobody wants to mention it.

I just want to understand this. I want to understand why this happened. I also find it funny, that also in school, this is not talked about it. They do not talk about it in sex education at school. I remember back then. We had sheets with stories written on it. None of them made any sense. None of them mentioned anything that is talked about here. I remember, when I was reading it, why and how is this girl interested in this boy? It does not make sense. In this story, the boy had bowlegs. I knew from the very beginning, that females would not be interested in that and they are able to get coitus very easily. Yet nobody was talking about it. Nobody wants to talk about the obvious. Nobody did talk about penis size either. Instead we read stories that would most likely never take place and are just gaslighting.

I want to be honest here. Over a year ago, in January 2024, I found some old photos. And I legit almost cried. I was looking at all those old photos. Everything was just better back then. I also found a photo of me in the bathtub naked. I was really young. Perhaps 5 years old. I was standing in the bathtube and then I saw it. My penis basically never really changed. It never developed. It looked the same when I was 5 years old. How is that possible? Why did not my penis develope? This is worth its own thread.

 

[Darth Aquarius]

How did you hear about that? This sounds like an absolutely brutal story. Seriously, I would most likely have cried. They only talk about this somewhat behind close doors and yet open enough, so, that others might hear it. They talk about how big penises are and you somehow catch those stories.

I was a kid when it happened. My grandfather used to dress as Santa Clause for us on Christmas Eve, and as he was changing it happened. I’m Italian and my family is very open and blunt about many things, so it was just humorous for them. Since I was a kid I didn’t really see how brutal it was since I didn’t care, I just laughed it off when I overheard it. Now that I’m 21 and done growing it’s brutal to think about. My mother’s sister’s are also disrespectful whores, specifically the youngest sister. They once made a joke during a family dinner that my mother likes 9 inch cock right in front of the whole family including my grandparents, and I was enraged. My mother is pretty well mannered and she was heavily bullied by her sisters growing up and I don’t think she is that kind of person. My aunts were projecting their fantasy for nine inch cocks onto her just to get a rise out of her, which goes to show even middle aged women desire a penis size that less than 1% of men on earth have. That same aunt I mentioned also once talked about the dragon dildos she keeps in her closet, ABSOLUTELY huge fucking dildos. My mother has never owned a sex toy and at least she is modest, they were also making fun of her for her celibacy since my dad left us. She hasn’t had a man in many years. This is not a larp, or a troll. My aunt genuinely fucks herself with giant dragon dildos and openly admitted to it. Drunk fucking cunt. I hate women but my mother is far better of a woman than both of them which I know isn’t saying much all things considered with how foids are nowadays.

 

[LastGerman]

I was a kid when it happened. My grandfather used to dress as Santa Clause for us on Christmas Eve, and as he was changing it happened. I’m Italian and my family is very open and blunt about many things, so it was just humorous for them. Since I was a kid I didn’t really see how brutal it was since I didn’t care, I just laughed it off when I overheard it. Now that I’m 21 and done growing it’s brutal to think about.

You did hear about it when you were younger. Absolutely brutal. It is weird, even back then I knew that something just is not right. I think that deep down, you also already knew it. You already knew how brutal it is. It was always there.

My mother’s sister’s are also disrespectful whores, specifically the youngest sister. They once made a joke during a family dinner that my mother likes 9 inch cock right in front of the whole family including my grandparents, and I was enraged.

Absolutely brutal. They dropped penis pills right in front of you and your mother.

My aunts were projecting their fantasy for nine inch cocks onto her just to get a rise out of her, which goes to show even middle aged women desire a penis size that less than 1% of men on earth have.

I am not sure how rare it really is because it is most likely based on the study of 2015 which is flawed. I made a comment about this in another thread. I used the simple example of out of 100 men and with that, one is easily able to disprove the study from 2015. But I would also say, that 9 inches is rare. It is not like, that every man is walking around with 9 inches. But I think, that 7 inches is not that rare as people make it out to be.

That same aunt I mentioned also once talked about the dragon dildos she keeps in her closet, ABSOLUTELY huge fucking dildos. My mother has never owned a sex toy and at least she is modest, they were also making fun of her for her celibacy since my dad left us. She hasn’t had a man in many years. This is not a larp, or a troll. My aunt genuinely fucks herself with giant dragon dildos and openly admitted to it. Drunk fucking cunt. I hate women but my mother is far better of a woman than both of them which I know isn’t saying much all things considered with how foids are nowadays.

You must have a lot of brutal stories. Specially a lot of penis pills. Whenver you want to write another story, please quote me. I would like to read it. They are always brutal. I still remember your story from back then at the store. I had to take multiple breaks while reading it. Also, since your family seems to be more open about it, do you know the penis size of your father? Because your family seem to have good genetics for a big penuis, but somehow you have been left out. This is absolutely devastating.

 

[Darth Aquarius]

do you know the penis size of your father? Because your family seem to have good genetics for a big penuis, but somehow you have been left out. This is absolutely devastating.

I don't know, but perhaps my grandmother had a small dick gene grom the males in her family that passed itself down to me instead of my grandfather's big dick gene. It's just a guess

 

[LastGerman]

I don't know, but perhaps my grandmother had a small dick gene grom the males in her family that passed itself down to me instead of my grandfather's big dick gene. It's just a guess

I just want to know how and why that happened. I just have to look at old photos of me. Looking a the photo of me standing in the bathtub. My penis has not really developed. It looked the same when I was 5 years old. I really ask myself, how is that possible? Why did that happen? I just want to understand.

 

[Darth Aquarius]

I just want to know how and why that happened. I just have to look at old photos of me. Looking a the photo of me standing in the bathtub. My penis has not really developed. It looked the same when I was 5 years old. I really ask myself, how is that possible? Why did that happen? I just want to understand.

Meanwhile my mother once told me that my aunt said that my penis was big for a baby as they were changing my diaper, which is pretty fucking weird to even say if you ask me, but as a baby that isn’t saying much because you’re underdeveloped. Cleary that didn’t last long because my penis didn’t grow as quickly as the rest of my body and now it looks small and pathetic on my grown body.

 

[LastGerman]

Meanwhile my mother once told me that my aunt said that my penis was big for a baby as they were changing my diaper, which is pretty fucking weird to even say if you ask me, but as a baby that isn’t saying much because you’re underdeveloped. Cleary that didn’t last long because my penis didn’t grow as quickly as the rest of my body and now it looks small and pathetic on my grown body.

Your aunt talked about your penis when you were just a baby. You must have a lot of penis pill stories. My penis looks the same when I was 5 years old. This is not natural. There is no developement. I really want to understand how and why did that happen. Why did not our penis develope? What did happen to us? Something must have happened. I want to understand what it is.

 

[Darth Aquarius]

Your aunt talked about your penis when you were just a baby. You must have a lot of penis pill stories. My penis looks the same when I was 5 years old. This is not natural. There is no developement. I really want to understand how and why did that happen. Why did not our penis develope? What did happen to us? Something must have happened. I want to understand what it is.

For me I think I’m just very unlucky and my body reflects that reality.