Being Average

Ever wonder why ‘being average’ seems to be so undesirable?

Average is supposed to be what the majority are, so how come we assume that having average looks, or average dick size, is somehow bad? Plus, why are we made to feel that we need to be better than average, in order to be considered successful?

Bel Ami's Kyle Hayward

We all like to get off, to feel that moment when the heavens and earth meet, in one giant explosion of energy, that just makes us quiver, tremble, and become totally drained. Yet we are constantly told, it is because they are super sized, have a perfectly shaped tushie, with well proportioned body parts, and yet, to be honest, I’ve had more enjoyment from some who are less than perfect, less than ideal, in looks, size, and everything else.

Now I know that porn is supposed to be about one’s fantasy, but why is it we seem to always be seeking something that is so rare, so unobtainable? Hot bodies abound, and people spend hours a day trying to make themselves into something they aren’t, and even in our sexual fantasies, we seem to crave that perfect blend of physical ideal, with our own desires.

Do we not have sexual fantasies about the guy next door, who simply isn’t ideal? If you look at all the sites that promote ‘guy next door’ how many are like you and me? Plain, ordinary but damn nice underneath that extra 10 or 20 lbs? How many are short, not the ideal height or have a small package?

Do we always dream about, or fantasize, about the perfect male, like those in Bel Ami videos, or in the more raunchier bear sex flicks, like from Butch Dixon?

Personally, I tend to have a mix. Sure I will think about that hot looking guy from the grocery store, or the cashier even, who really are hot. But often, the dream blends into where they aren’t the one’s who I wind up making out with, in my dreams.

Hell I am married to a great guy, who I think is damn hot, but you know, in all honesty he wouldn’t be on many of the popular adult sites, because perfect he isn’t. He has a bit of a paunch, has a few blemishes on the skin, but David is perfect in my eyes. I love his body, his scent, and even his imperfections. It is fun to poke his belly, to hear him laugh and giggle, and so what if he’s a few pounds overweight, so what if he is a bit shorter.

The sex is great, but not because he is perfect, but because we love each other. And isn’t that what really makes the sex great? The connection with each other?