I’m quite an open person. It’s easy to talk about how I am feeling, when traditionally men aren’t supposed to. I love my penis. I’m not embarrassed about it, it’s just a bit of skin. When they are flaccid they have that little bit of a jiggle. They don’t look like anything else on the human body. They are a bit silly, aren’t they? You can just fling it around. If you so choose!
When I was a teenager I was worried about being too small. I’ve spoken to women and gay men about size – I was probably drunk when I asked the gay men – and I don’t think size is that big of a deal.
If I let it grow, I have a lot of pubic hair. I prefer to be cleaner. I like cycling, so if I let it grow it can get a bit warm down there. And the other practicality, I suppose, is whenever I’ve given oral sex to a woman, hair can get in your teeth and be a bit less pleasant. I don’t mind if a bit of hair gets in my teeth, but if I can ‘manscape’ and be more presentable for women… I assume it’s what they prefer. I don’t think anyone wants it bald, but if you can show you care, it’s good. At least, it makes me feel better about myself.
I like rock climbing. It’s very adventurous, you have to walk up a cliff face, maybe through a forest. It’s not dangerous, but there is an element of fear and danger. There’s a lot of satisfaction when you get to the top. You have to sort of solve a problem with your body. It’s therapeutic. You can’t think of anything else while you’re doing it. It’s a way to be present. I’m not that present in the rest of my life, there’s a smartphone, I’m juggling different things. When I rock climb it’s just me, no phone signal, and a few mates. It’s serene. Unless you fall, then it’s scary. You don’t get hurt, but it is scary. And you have to pick yourself up, have a biscuit and try again.
