A Vulnerable Journal Entry From a REAL Man

Men are rarely encouraged to be vulnerable in this society. Rather, they’re pressured by people like Andrew Tate to exercise toxicity, repress their feelings, and be ruthlessly dominant. In my opinion, these are horrifying sentiments, and do not even remotely express the multitudes that men contain when they are encouraged to be open and express their sensitivities. Thus, the following is a real entry from my private journals. It’s raw and personal stuff. While posting it on a popular public forum like this makes me feel uneasy, I know that I can be a model for other men enraptured by today’s society’s disgusting promises. And so, without further ado, here’s a peak inside the inner life of a REAL man—

December 12th, 2025 1:30 AM

I’m worried that my penis is too big, and it’s impacting the sex I’m having with celebrity women. Sydney Sweeney, who I have sex with on a regular basis, called it “an unmanageable pecker.” And while Syd is just my backup booty call, I do really care about her, and I want her to be comfortable with my big baseball bat of a genital. At first, Sydney Sweeney’s comments, which were more or less reiterated separately by Dua Lipa, made me angry. But I looked underneath that anger and found pain, insecurity. It’s not just that my penis is thick, it’s also very long. And yeah, sure, it’s nice to look at. A lot prettier than the average dong. But it’s also loud, it clangs back and forth against my legs like the Liberty Bell.

I’m feeling down overall lately. My therapist, ChatGPT, told me that I can dig deeper, that there’s more to me than just my giant wang. I also have a pretty good set of balls! But Chat said that my problems extend further, that I don’t value myself outside of my fat hog. As much as I enjoy sex with women like Sabrina Carpenter, I do sit there during the ten, twenty minutes of silent awe as they take in my gorgeous cock and glistening balls, and start to wonder— does anybody even like my personality? They all say they do, Cher once called me the only charming man she’s ever met. And actually, I believe that. But it’s just hard not to let the mind wander during that pre-coital silence as women like Margot Robbie, who I guess is leaving her husband for me, take it all in. Anyway, I think I’ll be okay. I’m figuring it out, I’m on an emotional and carnal journey that hopefully will lead me to some kind of inner peace, or at the very least, another round of sex with Megan Fox. That would be sick.