I personally can’t spend less than a week before the intrusive thought that there’s some guys out there born with micropenis’s takes hold of me.

I think about it a lot. It’s not like something shitty is happening in life and I go, “Well, at least I don’t have a micropenis.” I don’t use them as some sort of “emotional crutch” or whatever.

I’ll just look at a nice, cloudy day in the sky and just think “micropenis” and then it bums me out. And there’s a voice in my head that keep’s going, “*… I mean, could you IMAGINE? Could you IMAGINE?**”

It’s like I wanna talk about it with so many people, but I mean you can’t without them inevitably being suspicious that I have a micropenis. We gotta figure out how to change dick sizes, or make it way more affordable for people. Again, how can you not talk about this without seeming like you hate your dick?

If you’re reading this and you have a micro-penis… I mean I’m not religious but prayers, my brother. Prayers prayers prayers.