Warning: This post includes the word "dick" quite prominently. If that offends you, I suggest that now is a good time for you to fuck off to your happy place (or something like that).

Photo of an Axolotl (Mexican Salamander) copyright Kevin Yulianto/Getty Images

I'm fairly certain that my dick is fantastic and I am confident in my ability to use it to please any woman who wants it. However, it's not particularly special or unique. It's just a flesh mushroom and it doesn't do anything remarkable. It doesn't dance a jig or recite poetry (although that could be weirdly interesting). That's why I'm not promoting it as the most interesting thing I have to offer. It really isn't. I have a functioning brain and personality, which I use to compose articles like this one. I aim to lead with those, since doing so generally works out better for me. (Yes, I've had relationships that were primarily about hot and kinky sex, but they were short-lived and unfulfilling, since I'm looking for something more than that.)

Despite all the writings I've read (and even some I've penned), I still see so many men online approaching women dick-first, which can only mean they haven't bothered to find and read the available material (or they reject what they find). I have a theory that, deep down, such men don't actually want to find women willing to engage with them in ways that will lead to sexy fun time at some point in the distant future (id est, like civilized and decent human beings capable of holding a conversation on topics other than sex). What they are actually looking for is rebuttal and refusal, which strengthens their confirmation bias and reinforces their world view that "modern, feminist" women are fake, cold-hearted bitches that hate men (or some such nonsense). This is the path of the MGTOW. (An acquaintance of mine wrote an interesting article on the Incel/MGTOW mindset and why providing guides on how to approach women is actually unwelcome in such circles of hell and a waste of time. I might be able to get her permission to reproduce it here, because I do that thing called communication and am big on consent.)

Perhaps men send pics of their dicks because they (these men) are spineless.

While I'm on the subject of online interaction with women, I'd like to add that I have never asked for the nude photographs that I have received. Instead, women have asked me if I'd like to receive such content. (I write this not to brag, but to emphasise the point of asking for consent/permission to send explicit/racy images before sending them, something that seems lost on many men.)

Now, for some badly mutilated Goldfrapp (inspired by reading an account of how a camping trip prompted some numbskull to offer sex in a Winnebago to one of the women attending), with apologies:

I'll get you dancing
On my dicko
When I buy a
Winnebago!
You can ride on
My white horse!
(You can ride on my white horse.)