tits...i know i've said this before but,size matters have fucked up so many lives.

presented in the right way,
bra too small,
low cut t-shirt,
etc.
and

but they're tits.
that's all.
unleash them,
let them hang,
and they're just bags of lard.

and once you've had your way.
it's like,
yeah,
whatever.

it's a shame for some women,
that that's all they have.

but then;
what about us blokes?

when,
they only have a small one.

i had an experience once,
years ago,
where a woman in an unhappy marriage confessed to me,
that she'd actually MARRIED him for his nob.
he was well hung,
virile,
had stamina,
and was absolute heaven between the sheets.
beyond that,
he'd turned out,
three kids later,
to be an absolute cnut.

i'm not one for fucking with nature,
but this really is one genetic modification that would help the world.
might even prolong it's existance.
ridiculous isn't it.

if we all had the same sized cocks,tits,etc.

like really WOULD,
marry like.

there could be so many MORE,
happy/stable marriages.

if only people got to know each other FIRST eh?

if T&C didn't come into it.

but well,
they DO,
bigtime.


with some,
it's the BE ALL,
and END ALL.

and it's so sad.

imo.


size matters,

totally ruined my life.

right from the age of thirteen,
it should have been,
"all to play for",
but the die was,
as they say,
cast.

i had,
WAS,
nothing.

and now,
all i can do,
is reflect.

and it's not a nice place.


in-equality,
feelings of;
dis-illusionment,
failure,
sadness,
pain,
bitterness,
having lost.

you hope,
that as you get older,
it won't matter so much.
hurt so much.

but there's no respite.

you live with it.
and you die with it.

I once met a woman so pretty and with such thought-provoking opinions that I completely forgot to look at her boobs.

well lucky you.
i've only ever known air-heads.

just trying to reconcile.

"don't take it personal" they say.
but how can you not?

what a fuckin waste.
all of my life,
just killing time.
getting by.
and now,
i just want to go home.