Wow, this thread... spiraled so out of control.
The question about expectations is one that is really impossible to answer. It's not like you can take a group of people from birth and control all of their media to just see 'average' looking people (not ample in any way) and see if they come out wanting well endowed genitalia. Even if you do, we all like what we do.
Even in our microcosm of cultures, there are people brought up in the same environment who can only think about being with someone completely like them. Race, Belief, system, Background, hell even socioeconomic status... If it's not what they always known, it does nothing for them.
And there are people in that same exact culture who looks around and says "Ok, I know all of this. Life is big. I want something different" and will never look at someone that is just like themselves or their culture.
I've actually asked myself before if I like a certain female body type because it is what interests me, or is it because what I was told to like. And I came up with a conclusion: The face and how the body is phenotypically put together can not, in and of itself, bring me to sexual satisfaction... but it helps the ultimate goal.
It all boils down to what type of individual we are. Are we a tactile person? Always fidgeting with stuff and desiring to get our hands on objects to experience it? That would obviously have an effect in the bed room. What about visually stimulated people? Who could just as easily stand in a museum for hours on end enjoying all the sights? People who like fantasies... the list can go on and on. But the one thing that is certain is that this is how all these individuals were simply wired. No amount of teaching from outside sources could change that. So an extremely tactile person might not like porn... and another tactile person might crave it. It's just the randomness of humanity that makes these things unpredictable.
But, there's also a lot of similarities in humanity as well. And one of the most pressing similarities held within this thread is the idea that our tiny experiences prove how the world really is. I'm completely guilty of that as well. I've talked in other threads how as a black guy, people look at me with what porn and societal mores whisper at them: "He's black, so one of those legs he's walking on might not be really a leg". And I've had more than a few women approach me with that hope and desire.
I'm not going to lay down personal numbers, but if 5.6 inches is the world's average, I'm above it. But I still feel like I'm small because I have women asking about footlongs! I've seen the disappointed faces when I tell them I'm not hung like a dinosaur. I've had more than a few look at might light skin and figure "Oh, because he's mixed*". This type of thing happened with frequency to the point that my developing mind made a conclusion.
That I was simply deficient for a black man and a joke and women would laugh at me they saw my non-cartoonishly large penis. It made me dread the few sexual encounters I could have gotten into and made me opt out of them, as my ego was already battered and could not take the actual, visual disappointment I was assured every woman would have had when they saw my regular, 'just above average' member.
Even now, when I like to think I've grown a bit in my understanding that I understand nothing at all... It's hard to shake something like that off. Because you know what? I still don't hear the crowds of women going "God, where are all the average men at? I want to get my adequate bone on". I see the same women, fresh from porn or whispers of the mythical black man, looking to have that mythical member. So while theoretically I know that not every woman wants that... yeah, it's hard to believe when all you hear are the same women asking for the same thing.
*I'm not mixed. Both my mom and dad were just light skinned.
The question about expectations is one that is really impossible to answer. It's not like you can take a group of people from birth and control all of their media to just see 'average' looking people (not ample in any way) and see if they come out wanting well endowed genitalia. Even if you do, we all like what we do.
Even in our microcosm of cultures, there are people brought up in the same environment who can only think about being with someone completely like them. Race, Belief, system, Background, hell even socioeconomic status... If it's not what they always known, it does nothing for them.
And there are people in that same exact culture who looks around and says "Ok, I know all of this. Life is big. I want something different" and will never look at someone that is just like themselves or their culture.
I've actually asked myself before if I like a certain female body type because it is what interests me, or is it because what I was told to like. And I came up with a conclusion: The face and how the body is phenotypically put together can not, in and of itself, bring me to sexual satisfaction... but it helps the ultimate goal.
It all boils down to what type of individual we are. Are we a tactile person? Always fidgeting with stuff and desiring to get our hands on objects to experience it? That would obviously have an effect in the bed room. What about visually stimulated people? Who could just as easily stand in a museum for hours on end enjoying all the sights? People who like fantasies... the list can go on and on. But the one thing that is certain is that this is how all these individuals were simply wired. No amount of teaching from outside sources could change that. So an extremely tactile person might not like porn... and another tactile person might crave it. It's just the randomness of humanity that makes these things unpredictable.
But, there's also a lot of similarities in humanity as well. And one of the most pressing similarities held within this thread is the idea that our tiny experiences prove how the world really is. I'm completely guilty of that as well. I've talked in other threads how as a black guy, people look at me with what porn and societal mores whisper at them: "He's black, so one of those legs he's walking on might not be really a leg". And I've had more than a few women approach me with that hope and desire.
I'm not going to lay down personal numbers, but if 5.6 inches is the world's average, I'm above it. But I still feel like I'm small because I have women asking about footlongs! I've seen the disappointed faces when I tell them I'm not hung like a dinosaur. I've had more than a few look at might light skin and figure "Oh, because he's mixed*". This type of thing happened with frequency to the point that my developing mind made a conclusion.
That I was simply deficient for a black man and a joke and women would laugh at me they saw my non-cartoonishly large penis. It made me dread the few sexual encounters I could have gotten into and made me opt out of them, as my ego was already battered and could not take the actual, visual disappointment I was assured every woman would have had when they saw my regular, 'just above average' member.
Even now, when I like to think I've grown a bit in my understanding that I understand nothing at all... It's hard to shake something like that off. Because you know what? I still don't hear the crowds of women going "God, where are all the average men at? I want to get my adequate bone on". I see the same women, fresh from porn or whispers of the mythical black man, looking to have that mythical member. So while theoretically I know that not every woman wants that... yeah, it's hard to believe when all you hear are the same women asking for the same thing.
*I'm not mixed. Both my mom and dad were just light skinned.
