I just had a gay orgy on the beach. It was ok I guess, but I couldn’t cum. And after I got bored and gave up my penis wouldn’t go down. As impressive as my Tom of Finland member may be, it’s probably time to go to the cock shop and get a new one. I hear there are some that let you control the erection, that cum and pee, and that let you auto-fellate! Wow! I probably can’t afford a new one though, although at the very least I’d like one that matches my skin tone – they don’t make very many for those of us who are chocolate-coloured.
No, I’m not really looking for prosthetic dicks. I’m describing the sort of dilemmas that torture a hip guy who’s concerned about his appearance and performance every day in the make-believe world of Second Life, a surreal virtual reality Internet game that is sucking in the nerdy dispossessed faster than blogs did a couple of years ago.
I first heard of Second Life when some losers staged a make-believe anti-war rally on the cyber white house just previous to my mocking it mercilessly. I realised the mockery had potential to become more profound if I went in and had a look around myself, inspired by these hilarious cyber explorations (and these ones. And these ones). What I have found diminishes to the size of a flea any nerdly activity in which I have ever previously taken part – and I am someone who won the Latin award in grade 9 and have had a blog for 3 years.
