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Fat boys are not hot for me. I like cut dicks. Objective standards of taste? True ideals of boyish sexuality and beauty? Or random outcomes of the contingencies that I experienced growing up. I really really want to argue for the objective beauty of the skinny boy. But it hasn't been a universal ideal. The ugly glans seems nonsense to me. Surely exposing the glans is as erotic as nudity itself. Pulling back the foreskin, if it is still there, is exactly like spreading the buttocks to reveal the pucker within. But I have to admit: maybe that's just me. Black boys are not hot to me. I blame myself for that. I suspect myself of racism. But it makes no more sense to think I "should" find Black boys sexy than to think I "should" find girls sexy. There is no "should." Should oppresses difference. Should is the essence of fascism. Am I saying we cannot interrogate our desires? Expand your horizons! Desire Black boys, fat boys, girls, if you can. Desire uncut dicks. Test your limits. But if you can't, don't. The stigmatization of boylove is founded on should. Never give in to should. hugzu ;-p ![]() |