“I was a victim of continuous teases for the XXL size of my penis … even at rest.” Elena di Cioccio replies

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And here it is! Finally This spring has arrived much crazy than capricious.
All the fault of “La Niña” climatic phenomenon that this particularly dynamic and unstable weather gives us, which goes by hot wind to cold wind in less than 24 hours, leaving a flood of colds scattered throughout the territory on the field. Although I am writing to you from the top of a pyramid of used handkerchiefs, stripped batteries of stained batteries and exhausted ginger -ginger -ginger sachets, just risen from a mega cold, I must say that I do not mind when the bizarre climate reminds us that nature has its own rhythm, sometimes unpredictable, and is far from the synthetic idea created by the algorithms. I don’t remember having taken any evil of the season so far, sooner or later sooner or later the 100 sneezing share of the year also had to touch me. Not bad I took the opportunity to read and reread some of your letters that have not yet found a place here on the page of Secretsbut that they are not less interesting than those already published. It is only a question of space and time, not of content. And on this there are those who, in true Roman style, urges us to do more: “Dear Elena, your column is a fixed appointment for me, two Friday a month I know that you are you and the room of the secrets, which looks like a well -defined entity even if elusive. Given the great and well -deserved success you are finding, have you thought of dedicating yourself to this full -time “cause”? I don’t say every day but one day fixed a week like Carrie Bradshaw in Sex and the City? Think about it! I cheer for you and for all readers of this fantastic and only column. Daje ». Car* Amic* Meanwhile thanks for the comparison that tickles me with taste like few other compliments could do, considering that those of my generation came up with bread and Sex and the City! We don’t assure you anything but we promise you that we will consider your suggestion and make a little thought.

But let’s get to you. The two stories of today, one male and one female, I could say that they touch the great theme of we have of ourselves compared to what others think. The comparison with the prejudice and with the habit of seeing things from a dominant external perspective before listening and enhancing ourselves. A man who puts a “hot” topic like that of the male size and a woman in the center and, with his letter, brings us back to an experience common to all of us: betrayal. I leave you read and I remember that The secret room is open to all, 24 out of 24 in perfect anonymity to leave your experiencesanswer if you want or simply comment. I know you know it, but as they say “repeated things they benefit” and nothing more is to feel safe, read and appreciated by this beautiful virtual community.

See you soon.

Elena

An excessive “exuberance”, but a happy ending

Elena
I read the boy’s letter with the changing syndrome. I would like to reassure him that even with the “problem” contrary to his, it is difficult to live together. Since I was 14 I have been a victim of continuous teases for the XXL size of my penis … even at rest. I suffered a lot, my peers with whom I played football, they rented me nickly nicknames and deride to me. Then it was traumatizing to find that my mother performed me to friends as a phenomenon of a slum. Growing up I suffered a continuous pressing of mature ladies who harassed me, while perhaps I suffered the refusal of peers who were curious but intimidated.
During military service I tried to exploit this “excessive exuberance” of mine. I went with anyone who paid me, males or females, old or young, but inside me I was always unhappy and alone. For everyone I was a kind of alien to use or tease. I was ashamed and I didn’t go where I should have undressed. Then by chance I met a splendid girl, I faced my past and my problems with her, she saw anything else of me besides this. He reassured me, loves me, we have two daughters and a wonderful life.

Dear friend thanks for your letter! With you we complete the picture with the other side of the medal of the one we learned about in the previous weeks as “changing room syndrome” (read the episode here). Now we can say with certainty that it is worth both for those who see “less than”, and for those who see “more than”. Reading you I immediately thought of the song sung by Elio and the tense stories and I wondered if John Holmes, the American actor to whom he is dedicated, has made time to know about the existence of this piece, which with irony, described precisely the discomfort that a hyperdate man could feel. Maybe. But let’s get to you. Meanwhile I appreciated the kindness of your tones. I believe, in fact, to have read the expression “excessive exuberance” referring to the male member only in some pink novel, where sex tales get inheritable in creative descriptive exercises, in order not to cool the romantic narrative with scientific terms or from the stadium turnstile. Which incidentally, the latter, is crossed with the same pleasure by both sexes. Beyond the fact that, as already mentioned and laughing, The dimensions are part of the many possible characteristics of human physiognomyour abundance in spite of itself is a call that often confuses the size with the performance, “big” with “better”. It follows that the prosperosity of breasts and pens is often perceived exclusively as a gift, a gift from heaven and never as a clothes. As in your case where It is clear that the XXL dimensions were a nice burden to manageuntil the well -deserved happy ending of meeting the perfect partner for you on your way. Dear friend, your story again highlights how the theme of male embarrassment takes very little, which is a very important and very delicate theme that little we speak of. The males have a thousand fragility for which they feel they embarrass as much as the females, and, I feel like saying, they find very little listening space to express themselves freely out of prejudices. In your case then It is a moment to think about the great penis = great happiness and to do with “but what does this complain about? It should only be happy! W Rocco! ” Without minimizing wearing your underwear. O gigantism, as a slum phenomena, without any attention to feelings. lived, indeed from his point of view perhaps the intent must have been the exact opposite. it happens that mothers just do not realize the discomfort they cause to the children with their excess of their celebration. My mother, for example, when in the flower of adolescence I had gone from the zero size to the fourth she was so proud of my young decolté that she did not miss an opportunity to emphasize everyone “Two boobs have come so, that she makes accidents do the traffic lights!”. Very delicate, to put it on De Sica. To close, your well -resolved and happy experience shows us how much to share your experience and appear in the life of others a very valid evolutionary tool remains and I hope that this secret can give hope to those who perhaps have not made peace with their own size or has not yet found the right interlocking.
A hug to you and all your beautiful family.

If others know that I am “cuckold”

Hi, mine is a secret secret because unfortunately many know it and this embarrasses me when I go around or relate to work with someone, I always think she knows and think “poor cuckold”. I have been betrayed, heavily and repeatedly, and I cannot overcome the trauma, the shame, the sense of being anything that this thing left me on me.

Dear friend hello. I’m very sorry for the betrayal you have undergone. Betrayal, betraying or being betrayed happens so often that it seems almost a “normal” thing. Lately we are increasingly witnessing episodes of people who not only are not ashamed of having screwed the neighbor, but they even make it almost a pride giving thickness to that terrible phrase by Wanna Marchi “the balls must be buggered”, as if it were a kind of modern universal behavioral principle valid both for affairs and for the affairs of the heart. I stupid you who have stored trust in the wrong person. Did you know that Italy has always been in the highest positions in the world betting ranking for years? Nice record right? This way of acting, let’s write in caps lock, is not healthy behavior. The deception is despicable, taking advantage of the trust of others is abject. Ragging the other does not make us better, simply soda for what we are: of the poor people. I would like to write worse, because the traitor is the category that most contempt in the world and makes me lose lucidity to observe their inception. And if you seem excessive I console myself by remembering that the supreme poet Dante Alighieri the traitors “of those who trust” he bangs them at the center of his hell Where the penalty is greater, in the cold heart of eternal suffering in the mouth of Lucifer. Ahhh that enjoying them frozen in eternal pain. An image that I have to say gives me some relief to imagine. Then one wonders what culture is for! Dear friend, I understand well how you feel, because I also went there like many others who read and write to this column. When we are betrayed, it seems to us that the traitor in addition to the damage also leaves us the mockery of a red sign on him, a “s” scarlet of “loser” that shines on our front. It is not so, we did nothing wrong. We did a natural thing, we loved, confidence and believed in the virtue of those who lied. It is not our fault, we are not wrong, there are no weapons against those who mind, we can only hope to be lucky enough to discover the truth, end the deception and start again. Try to upset the meaning of this experience, move the load on him. Because he is the traitor, he is the one to blamehe is the one from which to look at his shoulders because, as is known, betraying is a hard behavior to correct and it takes a good one to put this defect back to the bubble. Deceiving is a way of being, a vice, sometimes an addiction and therefore a curse for those who are a healthy bearer. Dear friend, please transform that “s” into a vaccine for the future: “s” as a escaped danger, “s” as survived, “s” as save from a life of circumspection and suspicions that you can leave behind with the safety of being a woman of value, who has been able to take care of herself and choose better as soon as she knew the truth. Forward therefore, Walk with your head held high and a chest where you like. Maybe in the hands of a better man That I am sure the universe will not be long in making you meet considering that perhaps a credit is boasting. I wish you so much love, lightness and freedom. See you soon. Elena