We live in a world where BIG reigns supreme; Men want bigger cars, bigger shoes, bigger accounts, bigger dicks, and now bigger loads. A study published in the Journal of Translational Andrology and Urology showed that men who were dissatisfied with the size of their load experienced high levels of performance anxiety, sexual dysfunction, and relationship stress.
I had the pleasure of asking some men why they preferred a bigger load? These were their answers:
What comes to mind when you think of Semen? for some, it is a reward for a job well done (wink, wink). To others, it signifies manhood. For the rest of us, Semen is a white sticky substance that oozes out of a man’s gonad. Now, I’m thinking of sex, and I bet you are too.
Semen wasn’t always this sexualized; it had religious, cultural, and social connotations. Here are ten interesting facts about Semen.
The Sambia people of the Etoro tribe in Papua New Guinea believed Semen was a sacred magical fluid that promoted masculinity and sexual maturation in…
When my article was curated within 15 minutes of being published, I was excited. The gods of Medium had looked down at my writing and given it a nod — it was a masterpiece. I did my little victory dance and felt validated.
Every so often, I would check my stats seeing the “chosen for further distribution” boldly plastered under my title filled me with pride. It signified that my article could get more views, make me famous and bring in decent money.
Quick confession when people talk of writers who obsess over their stats, yeah, they’re talking about me…
Religion and western culture have outsmarted us all. For years, our sexuality has been tied to either purity or promiscuity. It was either vilified or celebrated. Most millennials experienced both worlds.
As young girls, we got the message that sex was evil, bad, and morally wrong — so we abstained. As women, the dominant message was that to be modern, liberated, and free, we should indulge — so we had a lot of sex. As much as the latter was meant to empower, it didn’t feel empowering.
When Governments enforced the lockdown, the culture of bed-hopping and flings came to…
If I had a dollar for every time a man said, “she’s out of my league”, or “she can’t go for a man like me”, I would be the richest girl in the world. The metric we use to judge others is one we judge ourselves.
Imagine a well-groomed man walks in with a lady that couldn’t care less for her looks or a gorgeous lady with a man who looks nothing like her. We find it odd. We assume they’re mismatched and even suspect one is in it for sinister reasons.
But when we see a man with a…
I’m in the middle of a lecture when my phone lights up. I shoot it a side glance; the message light fades back to black. My left brain urges me to focus while my right brain screams, who is it from?
I’m a bloody millennial; I can’t resist, so I pull the phone closer and press the home button.
I can’t stop thinking of the noises you made last night.
Whoa! I whispered, giving my surprise and delight away to anyone who cared to look my way. As I fumble to put my phone away, another message pops up.
“I can tell my mother anything” my friend boasted “she’s my best friend”. Even without her saying, it was apparent. They often wore matching outfits, shared inside jokes, and finished each other’s sentences. They were like the mother-daughter duo we see in commercials.
I envied her; I too wanted a mother I could gossip with, party with, and share secrets with. In our neighborhood, Mary’s mum was the coolest. Hell, she knew the names of all our crushes and allowed us to call her by her first name, Jones.
Anything taboo with our parents Ms. Jones was okay with.
How we converse with others is a reflection of who we are. It impacts how we are perceived and determines the type and quality of friends we have. For one reason or another some people fail at this crucial skill. Here are 7 types people that suck at conversations.
At my first tutoring job, I was so determined to show my competence that I never dared to admit when I didn’t know something. So I answered questions without say those god forsaken words. You’re wondering how I did that? I would give a long-winded answer, that's related to the question…
Your pulse is racing. You’re huffing and puffing, moaning and groaning. Your toes curl, your muscles flex and right when it should consume and throw you into a frenzy of ecstasy … the feeling goes (pin drop).
What happened, where did it go?
It’s one thing to enjoy sex and not reach orgasm. It’s another to get one or multiple orgasms. But to get riled up and then lose it halfway! Come on now… that’s cruel. It’s plain torture.
We’re left sexually frustrated!
The loss of orgasm is not an unusual thing; it prevalent in 11–41% of women worldwide and…
Approval is like a drug. The praise, the glory, the accolades all make us high, leaving us chasing our next fix. We fall into the trap of impressing, molding, fitting in, and walking on eggshells just to get the nod and the tap on the shoulders.
In truth, we’re chasing a feeling that no one can ever satiate. Those we want to impress will expect more while we lose more of ourselves until we’re left with nothing.
This is why the stoic philosopher Lucius Annaeus Seneca said:
“The Most powerful is he who has himself in his own power.”