So I was sitting in a design workshop this afternoon and I noticed something different: more than half the room was female. Not only that, but they were very clearly leading the discussion. And for once the meeting was actually getting somewhere. One young woman, about my age, leant across the table and began drawing on a diagram in front of me. Now, being a straight guy I couldn’t help but notice her stunning figure, tight dress, and shirt. However, unlike your typical porno fantasy where she suddenly unbuttons her blouse and we end up fucking, I imagined something quite… different.
I’m not really into domination porn or fantasies. I mean sure, every now and then it can be exciting, to an extent. I do enjoy discovering dominant futas or dickgirls in 3DX, but I tend to prefer dickgirl-on-girl action. So I was surprised when this beautiful creature smoothly leant over, interrupted the head of a major architecture firm, and it wasn’t her physical assets that caught my imagination. Rather, my mind immediately conjured the image of her as a dickgirl.
Now, The Dude and Marie have written extensively on the subject of attraction to dickgirls. Take this piece, or this one, both delve eloquently into just that matter. But in today’s case, it wasn’t the physical notion of a girl with a cock that caught my fantasy, rather the image and associations that particular image summoned. And the fact that my brain — in order to process the idea of a confident and strong young woman boldly taking a room full of seasoned designers by storm — immediately conjured up the concept of a dickgirl, startled me (in a good way).
I realized that for once, my porn-addicted, gadget-dependent, image-obsessed, 27-year-old self was using a pornographic icon — the dickgirl — as a means of understanding and accepting a strong female presence… and I found it reassuring. I also realized that, subconsciously, my brain had been doing this for some time. In fact, in the past year, every time I’ve come across a strong woman, I’m pretty sure that the image of her with an extra appendage has fleetingly crossed my mind.
That’s why I just love the picture of Leah on the left by ForgeKyle. Those of you who purchased the Tales From the Sex Crypt release will recognize her. It’s her mysterious vibe and confidence that make her so hot. Personally, I actually can’t imagine her without that cock. She’s more confident than most male porn stars. I can just picture her walking into a boardroom full of men and shaming them all.
I’m not saying that a woman needs a penis to be strong, it’s just that a penis is a strong icon. And I think a lot of millennials have a visually oriented mind; and no wonder, more than any generation before us, we’ve literally been brought up by pictures in a Don Draper paradise. So, it could be possible to say that our minds, in situations we’re not used to, go searching for the most fitting image our subconscious has stored away to explain what we’re seeing. In this case, it was that of a dickgirl. OK sure, I won’t lie: the idea of this perfect young lady with a massive cock did turn me on, but again, it was more reassuring than anything else. Also, she got a male architect to shut up, which is quite the feat in itself.
Being an architect, my mind also tends to think everything is phallic, so that might also have influenced me. But regardless, dickgirls and futas have definitely had their impact on my psyche, and unlike common porn, for once it’s been in a good way. Normally I’d argue that porn has distorted our view of sex and how we perceive the opposite sex’s body. Personally, it’s made me extremely picky and very easily bored. No matter how beautiful a woman may be, I’ll still notice imperfections, and I do the same with myself. With dickgirls though, it’s different. They’re such a radical concept and contradiction that it’s almost impossible to judge them. I know I find them attractive, and yet it’s more than sexual. The image of a curvy woman with a massive cock has become a fixture, an icon that my mind can reference. She becomes more than a normal woman: she’s a superwoman. Again, it’s not the dick, rather the radical juxtaposition that it brings.
A penis is an external organ. I mean it’s just plain weird. It hangs there as if to say “I’m a dick – big whoop, wanna fight about it?” It’s been a symbol of strength and weakness, of wisdom and stupidity. But overall, it remains a centrepiece of civilisations and representation. It goes far beyond male or female.
More than meets the eye
So for some reason, my brain has begun reinforcing my perception of a woman’s strengths by creating a futa version of that same woman. By no means does it take away from her feminity, if anything it reinforces it. Funnily enough, this new perception tends to make me want to engage with them more rather cast them in all the porn scenarios my brain has stashed over the years.
And now, of course, I can’t help myself… I’ve begun imagining my exes with dicks. For some, it was more difficult to picture but for a handful… well, let’s just say the idea was more than appealing. Then there were a couple for which it was just perfect. In fact, it’s become difficult to think of them now in any other way. And it only reinforces my admiration for them. So maybe every woman has an inner dickgirl. Or maybe I’m just weird, and this is just another fantasy.