If you tell me the dimensions of your penis while on a date of any sort I will NEVER have sex with you. Ever. I don’t care what the hell they are. And, even if I do believe the accuracy if your measurements, that is not what is important to me when choosing a partner.
What the hell? Really?!?
I never want kids, and that doesn’t mean I’m going to run off and join a convent. That’s honestly the only thing that would satisfy these people.
I just one time would like an actual explanation of why it’s unacceptable to enjoy sex. Why does having sex mean I disrespect myself? Why does it make me a lesser woman? Really though, what’s the answer to this? My ask box is open!
My body is a temple, and I have invited many suitable partners to worship it with me. When’s the last time you saw a temple with one person in it?—