There are popular urban tales about the size of a man’s member. And I found an interesting article on several studies that debunk (or confirm) these urban tales.

If you are lazy to read through the article, here are a few items that I found fascinating.

According to a 2002 study conducted at the University College London, there is no scientific support for the relationship between the shoe size and length of penis.

Researchers at University of Alberta found that body height and foot length were only “weakly” correlated with the size of their penis and that “height and foot size would not serve as practical estimators of penis length.” However, there are two studies (a 2001 Italian study, conducted among 3,300 young men; and a 2007 International Journal of Impotence Research in 2007 among 1,500 men) that found a correlation between height and penis dimensions.

And another: In 2002, a group of Greek researchers found that age and body characteristics were not associated with size of penis except for the “index finger length, which correlated significantly with the dimensions of the flaccid, maximally stretched penis.” Another study involving 1,500 men also found that found that length of index finger was significantly correlated with penis dimensions.

One reader commented that I must be an ugly man because I can’t charm a woman. Another tried to lend his pseudo-intellectualism by saying that I must be a jerk because I pay P5,000 for something I can get for free. Be that as it may, it still underscores the fact that I need sex without having to go through the effort of seducing a woman. The reality is I go to PSPs for the simple reason that I need to get laid with as little complications as possible.

I wonder what is the financial comparison between charming a woman and paying a PSP to have sex with you. Charming a woman involves at least a drink plus several hours of conversation. Well, at least for me it will take several hours; I haven’t met anyone who can get a girl to go to bed with him in 30 minutes or less. My success in one-try pickups is dismally low, which means I have to call or SMS the girl a number of times. When I look back at my attempts, the sex typically happens after the third “date,” with each “date” consisting of a minimum of three bottles of beer between the both of us, sometimes six bottles of beer, plus the usual pica-pica. Then, when I am successful, it usually happens in the wee hours of the morning, like 2 am or 3 am, and I worry if I won’t be able to bring her to her doorstep, which means that there is the drive to her house. I stay in the Makati area and the worst situation that I had encountered was that I had to bring home a girl all the way to Bulacan.

Then there is the emotional baggage. Some women do get enamored and they begin calling you. Sometimes they call in most inopportune times. Somehow, the experience of swapping bodily fluids seem to make some women believe that they are beholden to you. Or that you are now beholden to them.

One reader gave one of the, if not the best reason on why I go to PSPs. I spend money not to be with them, but to make sure they leave after the deed is done.

I went to KTV and engaged the services of a GRO named Jam. She was bubbly, lively, talkative, and…well…too much of bragger. She kept on reminding me that she has been all over to Asia—Hongkong, Japan, Singapore, to name a few. Big deal, I said to myself. So have I.

Actually, there was another GRO that had caught my eye in the showroom. Her name was Winona but the GRM mentioned that Jam was better because Winona had only joined a few weeks ago and was still relatively shy and reserved. I wanted someone who would pamper me, paw all over me, and smother me with attention. Plus, of course, she had to be “game.”

And yes, Jam was “game.” But she was hardly the pampering type. The GRM probably advised her of my intentions, because 15 minutes after she sat down, she asked the question, point-blank: “So do you want to have sex?”

And that was a turn-off.

She reasoned that it was best to put things out in the open to make sure that there is no misunderstanding. And this I found strange because once a girl starts kissing me, touching me, sitting on my lap, and grinding her hips on my groin, and once my dick gets rock-hard, there is no mistaking my intentions.

“How much did Marie (the GRM) mention?” she asked.

I shrugged. “How much do you want?” I figured that she may quote a lesser amount. And if she quoted a higher amount, then I can tell her the amount that Marie quoted.

She held her palm up and spread her five fingers:P5,000. Which was the amount that Marie quoted.

But I refused. The cold, business-like approach did not sit well with me. I came to be pampered. I did not go there to engage in a formal business discussion. I finished my bottle of San Mig Light and promptly asked for the bill. I left her no tip. And I did not leave Marie any tip either. Read the rest of this entry »

I received this through email some time back.

I do not condone the fact though, that you have refused to be seed [sic] by anybody else. hahaha, are you afraid of being exposed for who you really are. Well as far as I am concerned, I hope one of these days you would have the courage to face your public and be friends with them or even face me and share a cuy [sic] of coffee with me.Well, honestly, if some guy hides behind a computer keyboard, he will not amoung [sic] to anything but one big bag of air. So whyd [sic] dont you meet up with some of the group, show us who you really are. Don’t worry, we had the same fears before but we overcame them and in the process our pre-set notions about each other disappeared and we became friends like lost kindred spirits we fell for each other’s compnay [sic] lokking [sic] for companionship and looking for salvation. I am not asking you to be my friend, but I am requesting you that should you care to criticize me, why dont you come out in the open and look me in the eye so you can have a clear look at your subject. It is more objective that way. Don’t you think so, but unless you do that, I am afraid that you will remain but one of those guys who kept on bashing in the dark, oblivious of the truth. hahahahah.

I am not being personal dude, just being passionate about how I truly feel of those who retain the anonymity of the web and yet crosses over the real world to snipe at real peop0le.

I hope you don’t take this in the wrong way and frankly i am not expecting you to show up anywhere near me, I just hope ur not the next guy on the tee with me hahah.

My, my, someone seems too overly sensitive about my opinion. The person who sent this email is a member of one of those Philippine adult-themed forums that are proliferating the internet. Perhaps it was the post on sharing PSPs or the post on sharing FUBUs that got him all riled up. It’s hilarious how people say that “it is not personal” but they make judgemental statements like “i hope one of these days you would have the courage to face your public” and “if some guy hides behind a computer keyboard, he will not amount to anything but one big bag of air.”

Anyway, like I would care….

Is it an act of cowardice if I choose not to attend any forum’s “eyeball” sessions or “meet-and-greet” gatherings?

Am I less credible if I don’t reveal my identity?

But I guess the more interesting question is: what’s wrong with anonymity?

Here’s the thing: personal information is exactly that–PERSONAL. It is my choice to divulge personal information, and I only do so if there is some value in revealing that information. In my younger, neophyte days, I was chastised by a colleague because I revealed where we both worked to a few ladies. “You didn’t have to give that info,” he said. “It’s a plus for them and a minus for you.”

A lot can go wrong if you divulge your personal information to a stranger. For one, that person can incessantly attempt to contact you. Even if the person means no harm, he or she may also lack some basic courtesy and call you at odd times. And it does become a bother—not to mention, an irritant—to whip out your cell phone, especially during an important meeting, only to find out that it is a call from someone not worth talking to.

So in some sense, people are correct in claiming that I am “hiding.” And it’s because I have something valuable to hide. You don’t flaunt your money out in public, do you?

And here’s another thing: if someone does not believe me based on the posts I write, then I don’t think revealing my identity will matter. If someone thinks that my insights are worthless or unbelievably incredible, I don’t think that the person will suddenly have a change of heart after seeing me. “Wow, he’s actually shorter and uglier than I thought, he must be telling the truth!” I don’t know about you, dear readers, but in a free and intelligent exchange of ideas, a person’s identity for me is not as important as the idea he is putting on the table. For me, it doesn’t matter if the person is rich, comes from a good school, is handsome, has a good job, has many friends. If I think his ideas are crap, then I will call his ideas crap. And if he insists that a face-to-face meeting will convince me that his ideas are worth something, then he is digging himself deeper. It is not the person. It is the idea that matters.

There are a couple of sites I regularly visit because I find their ideas thought-provoking. I do not know any of the writers personally. I have not met any of them. But I respect their ideas. I don’t necessarily agree with their insights, but I respect it nonetheless. And I have grown to admire them.

And finally, a lot of these adult-themed forums can be populated by people who are boorish, proletarian, juvenile, pseudo-intellectual and immature where one small and innocent move can initiate an entire controversy, if not something akin to a World War. I shun from those anonymous “meet-and-greets” for the plain reason that I don’t want my picture in some compromising situation plastered all over the internet.

My FHM article on escorts was published in the June 2008 edition. That’s the one with Ehra Madrigal in the cover. If any of you get to read it, I would love to hear your comments.

A reader had commented on a post, basically saying that PSPs and the patronage of sites are immoral acts and are further contributing to the deterioration of society.

To which my response is: Who assigned YOU to be the moral police?

I asked a few people what acts to they consider as fundamentally immoral. They mentioned murder, rape, adultery, child abuse. I further inquired why such acts were immoral. They answered that these acts are immoral because they clearly infringe on the rights of others. In other words, there is clearly a victim in such acts.

But what about prostitution? Who is the victim in prostitution?

Is it the client? I don’t think so. He paid for a service and he received a service.

Is it the PSP? I also don’t think so. Unless coerced in the world of flesh trade, she has willingly and voluntarily chosen that way of life.

I know some moral pundits will say that the PSP is the victim because she had no choice and that poverty had forced her into that life. In that case, shouldn’t it be poverty then that should be considered immoral?

There is the stereo-typical PSP, the one that was scammed into the seedy world of prostitution, brought to the metropolitan with promises of wealth and comfort, only to discover that the bed she will lie on is not one of roses. We see this stereo-typical PSP in movies, books, TV shows, and sensationalistic news articles.

I, on the other hand, have experienced the PSPs of massage parlors, KTVs, and escorts. The great majority of them have consciously chosen that way of life. Yes, they are not proud of it. Yes, it’s a hard path to take. But it doesn’t make it immoral.

So I want to know: If one person finds prostitution immoral, what exactly makes it immoral? Please tell me who is being affected, whose rights are being violated, who is being hurt or who is being deceived.

I got this email a few days back:

I am paranoid because I think I have HIV. I had sex with a woman a month ago, and now I have a flu. I read in the internet that the first symptoms of HIV is similar to a flu. My question is, when you were young, was there a point in your life when you got paranoid? What did you do? And, did you ever have STD? Is it normal to have to if you have sex a lot? What did you do, and did you stop having sex with a lot of people? Thank you. I am 17 years old and very paranoid.

First of all, I have always been somewhat paranoid. I frequently imagine the worst case. And in a life of sex and pay-for-pleasure, one scenario that never fails to cause me dread is HIV. That is why I always bring and use a condom. I bring a condom when I meet an escort. I bring a condom when I go to a KTV.

When I am with a PSP, I refrain from any swapping of bodily fluids, which would mean no heavy kissing and no partying at the Y.

I also watch my health. Exercise for me is not just about improving and maintaining performance in bed, it’s the first defense against infections.

Hygiene is important to me. After the act, I always take a shower and I make sure that I throughly wash my privates. In a KTV, I always have those alcohol-laced tissues. A doctor-friend once advised me as well to pee after sex as the urine can flush out bacteria and other infectious agents.

My partner also has to be conscious of personal hygiene. If she isn’t, then alarm bells start ringing in my head. She has to look and smell clean.

And lastly, I have regular health checks.

As a result, I am in good health. I have no problems with blood pressure and cholesterol. And I never had an STD. I attribute this to good health, good hygiene, plus a good supply of condoms.

You have to admire this guy’s gall. He was married and having a mistress and lying to both at the same time! Actually, his excuses and tales of deceit are quite impressive. This should be considered essential reading for those married men who are considering to live a double-life.

Here are the lessons learned from Vice Adm. John “Boomer” Stufflebeem . . .

How to get sympathy and get laid all in the same night:

During a drinking version of Truth or Dare, he told her and a group of White House staffers that his wife had died years before of breast cancer. He later asked if he could come to her room to give her a back rub, and that night, they had sex for the first time.

The best excuse if the mistress calls and the wife answers:

She described another time when she called Stufflebeem’s home at Bolling Air Force Base because he was late for a date. She said Stufflebeem had told her that a “nanny” babysat his two daughters when he was away.

“So I called and talked to (his wife) and I asked where he was, and she said he was on an overnight training mission or something, so he did wind up coming to spend the night that night. I told him I called the house. He said, ‘Oh really? What did she say?’ And I just relayed the story and it all seemed, you know — it didn’t seem to make him nervous or anything at the time, looking back.”

Best excuse for wearing a wedding ring:

And when the woman saw Stufflebeem’s wedding band, he told her he wore it because his two daughters were overwhelmed by his wife’s death and did not want him to take it off.

Classic!

There are times when a girl is shy and demure at first. Then she gets drunk. At that state she begins to exhibit wild, wanton behaviour. She paws at me. And sometimes I wonder what triggers such behavior: Is it really her or just the alcohol?

From the NY Times:

In a series of studies in the 1970s and ’80s, psychologists at the University of Washington put more than 300 students into a study room outfitted like a bar with mirrors, music and a stretch of polished pine. The researchers served alcoholic drinks, most often icy vodka tonics, to some of the students and nonalcoholic ones, usually icy tonic water, to others. The drinks looked and tasted the same, and the students typically drank five in an hour or two.The studies found that people who thought they were drinking alcohol behaved exactly as aggressively, or as affectionately, or as merrily as they expected to when drunk. “No significant difference between those who got alcohol and those who didn’t,” Alan Marlatt, the senior author, said. “Their behavior was totally determined by their expectations of how they would behave.”

In a repeat of the session performed for a coming documentary, one participant insisted that she could not have been drinking because alcohol always made her flush.

“We told her that, yes, in fact she was drinking it,” Dr. Marlatt said. “She immediately flushed.”

I find this quite fascinating. It may not be the alcohol but the perception that she was drinking alcohol. If she went all-out raunchy, could she claim alcohol as an excuse? It would be an interesting experiment to serve just mere tonic water and see what happens….

One needs to be in good health to enjoy and give good sex. Case in point: A recent rendezvous with a fubu proved to be a marathon session. She had just moved into a new condo unit and she wanted a proper “blessing.” She had ordered a few plates of Japanese sushi and, to my surprise, a bag-full of balut. I brought the Chilean Gato Negro and two goblets. I always like a touch of romance before the romp.The whole occasion was long-winded. It probably lasted for an hour and it involved multiple positions in multiple locations. Perhaps it was the alcohol, or maybe it was the lack of blood coursing through my brain (it was somewhere else, if you know what I mean), but I vaguely remember the sequence of events. I know we started in the bathroom where we showered together but things became hazy after that point. I know it entailed the kitchen table, the dresser, the couch, the wall and, of course, the bed. I remember stopping a number of times to regain control and delay the inevitable, but I also remember carrying her from point to point, shifting positions, her legs still wrapped around me, me still inside her. My partner is much taller than me and by no means a light-weight.As I lay on her bed the next morning, I took the time to review the subtle aches and pains I was feeling. I had stiffness in my traps, my triceps, and my hips. But aside from that I was ok. I am no longer a young man—white hair has begun to spring forth everywhere that hair springs forth—but I am glad that I made some effort to keep in shape. I haven’t been to the gym in several months— I made a mental note to sign up as soon as possible—but I did continue a basic exercise regiment, even at home.One need not go to a gym to be physically ready for sex. One does not even have to procure a set of weights or a multi-exercise apparatus. With just your body weight and a couple of cheap stuff, the comforts of your own home and of your own room should be adequate.If there is one exercise that is absolutely essential, it is the push-up. The reason I say this is because it mimics the missionary position, which I have found is the position that best gets my partner into an orgasm. So the longer you can support yourself with your arms, the better for you and your partner. Another reason why pushups are vaulable is because I realized that women, in the missionary position as well as in the girl-on-top position, like to hold a man’s chest. When I am on top of her, she runs her hand down my triceps and grips it tight during orgasms.Find push-ups boring? Too easy? Try elevating your legs atop a chair to shift more weight down to your torso. Or try doing it one-handed. Or try bringing your hands closer together.For more of my exercise routines, you can check out this post.