I was talking with my bestie today about PE. She brought up that what appears to be my chief motivation is pride. And not just any pride but…a sort of peacock pride. Just the fact that it is one of those things that is important to my image or so it appears. Even though I don’t walk around naked. And by a fashion she is right.
I love how I look now, especially since the body dysmorphia isn’t making me think crazy things. And, more than any other reason, vanity appears to be driving my continued PE past 9.25x6” quite honestly. Vanity, which is a peacock’s signature trait (or so we associate with a peacock at any rate.)
Functionally, the size I am now is troublesome. Enough to keep lube on hand and have to order specialty condoms. Enough that I can hurt my partners inadvertently. The issue is…those things do fall by the wayside compared to the joy I get continuing PE. It’s easy to apply lube, be easier during sex. The value of continued gains is one that appeases something in my mind. And be it some sort of preening ritual for me to continue PE or just the fact that getting bigger is fun…the fact remains that my motivation is vain and simple in nature at this point. And it provides me with real happiness because I feel love and appreciation for myself and all that I’ve put forth into this goal.
I cannot tell you, the reader, what your motivation is if you’re pursuing PE. I can say, over the years, I’ve been through the gamut of them. Fear based on poor sexual health came first. Fear driven by inadequacy at the hands of women came second, third, sixth, seventh…I mean i can’t count that hurdle and how many times I’ve fallen over it. Dysmorphia and a sensation of inadequacy that was intrinsic in nature visited several times as well. And it stayed long enough that I did PE well past most reasonable goals before realizing how far I’ve come in a positive light.
…and now, giddy vanity. I mean I hop up and down when I cement a BPEL gain of .25” now. Or any significant girth gains. I just like the sensation of progress. To feel accomplished and potent in a thing that is difficult, time-consuming and empowering by nature is a very powerful feeling. It appeals to the hubris in us all.
The epiphany of the day is a cyclical and reflexive one, let me share it. The way I feel now, knowing I’ve gained, controlled it and sought it on my terms and then claim it for myself is a sensation more important than the actual physical gains themselves. I can say that because there’s no practical need for further size increases that the feeling of victory is actually the primary driver for my continued PE. Yet such a discovery is almost immaterial…because both things are still very valuable to me. Gaining matters on its own merits and it matters very much but the focus is on my own continued progression at will in something important to me. This, the product of Temperance, is the lesson and the value to gain for me here. I like demonstrating it to myself and confirming what it is that we all know in the back of our minds.
Nothing is impossible. All things can be as real as we wish them to be.
The feeling of shaping my reality, with PE especially, is intoxicating and perhaps it is the control of my destiny that drives me to continue this quest more than the product of the quest itself. The question is philosophical and I’m unlikely to provide a solid answer if pressed.
When you do something…what brings you more joy? The product that the goal is? Or the sensation of having changed your destiny at will to bring that product to you?