I like men, I'm even prone to perhaps overly-defending them in the face of absurdist feminism... I like their muscles, I like their body shapes, I like their hair, I like their oils, I even like their precum (much yum)...
But I absolutely am revolted by the taste of their cum, and I never think of their cock in a sexual manner except as a way of making love to their brain (their face and sounds and shuddering bodies interest me... NOT their penis). I don't find penis remotely attractive. It looks ridiculous. It feels ridiculous. I'd prefer it be a cunt and the rest of the man still be there. And plenty often I feel repulsed by penis (penis-pics are literally the least appetizing thing in the universe, instantaneous turn off).
And yet, I wouldn't say that it makes me either phobic in any sense, or sexist at all. Cocks are simply not my preference, and they can even disgust me plenty often. Infact, one of the parts I 'dread' most about sex with a guy... is him orgasming into my mouth. This is also a matter of PERSONAL TASTE. I do not like it. That doesn't mean shit about whether I like having sex with guys, or whether I treat guys with any remote inkling of 'phobia' (given my history, mind... sometimes I address SOME men with no small level of fear, but unlike the suggestion of it being a 'societally learned' phobia: that's strictly from abuse, in this case).
But I absolutely am revolted by the taste of their cum, and I never think of their cock in a sexual manner except as a way of making love to their brain (their face and sounds and shuddering bodies interest me... NOT their penis). I don't find penis remotely attractive. It looks ridiculous. It feels ridiculous. I'd prefer it be a cunt and the rest of the man still be there. And plenty often I feel repulsed by penis (penis-pics are literally the least appetizing thing in the universe, instantaneous turn off).
And yet, I wouldn't say that it makes me either phobic in any sense, or sexist at all. Cocks are simply not my preference, and they can even disgust me plenty often. Infact, one of the parts I 'dread' most about sex with a guy... is him orgasming into my mouth. This is also a matter of PERSONAL TASTE. I do not like it. That doesn't mean shit about whether I like having sex with guys, or whether I treat guys with any remote inkling of 'phobia' (given my history, mind... sometimes I address SOME men with no small level of fear, but unlike the suggestion of it being a 'societally learned' phobia: that's strictly from abuse, in this case).
Please give me a home where cloud buffalo roam
Where the dear and the strangers can play
Where sometimes is heard a discouraging word
But the skies are not stormy all day
