I'm a 28-Year-Old Queer Girl, And I Love a Good D#$k Pic

I'm 28, I'm in a queer relationship, and my true favorite thing is to sext and receive dirty pics from men.
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April 9, 2015
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*Ping*

There's a message on my phone from Greg. Greg is sporting a six-inch cock — fully erect.

“Like what you see baby?”

“Yes, daddy. I do.”

I'm 28, I'm in a queer relationship, and my true favorite thing is to sext and receive dick pics from men. The barrier of the phone makes it more secretive and hot — considering we barely know each other. It’s like receiving a “Like me?” note from your high school crush. Except you’re an adult, that chemistry class really doesn’t matter anymore, and now you want to feel something more than Bobby holding your hand down the hallway.

Sometime I meet them at bars — most of the time online. They know the deal with me, and know that I don't have to send anything back. It's purely a one-way exchange of smutty cock images. And if any of them crosses a line I have set forth, they get blocked immediately.

On my iPhone right now, I'm probably housing an assortment of 10 different cocks. The rest are in a Google Drive folder named "Dicks 2013-2015." Each one different in its own way.

It's empowering for me. I get to tell men via text just how badly I want it from them and then I get visual proof of how much they want it from me. Have I sent a clit pic back? Of course. Totally. Some of those dick pics are worth a little boob. It's my body to share with whomever I want. Call it modern day flirting, or call me a slutty sexter — but really it's just two adults who want to see what they've got going on underneath their clothes.

I love a good dick pic. It's like a naughty little phone message that pops up (literally) throughout the day, waiting for me to open it on the bus or when walking — stopping me in my tracks, turning my cheeks red, and ultimately turning me on. There is that rush of secret life naughtiness when you receive a text from one of your regulars sporting a midday hard-on while you're walking out of a meeting with your boss.

My partner doesn’t mind the slew of penises taking up storage space on my iPhone. I guess you can argue that I’m emotionally cheating on her, but we don’t see it that way since it never goes past a cell phone number.

And in an act of pre-emotional maturity, we came to the conclusion that we are not the last people the other one is going to aroused by. We have our different sexual quirks, and this is just one of mine. My queer identity finds pictures of biological penises super hot — I’ve been sent plenty of non-bio dick pics. Equally as hot, still not a problem in my relationship.

“So what’s your deal?”

“I have a girlfriend.”

“And you like seeing pictures of my dick?”

“Yes. It’s hard and looks like it wants to fuck someone.”

“Whatever floats your boat.”

No, I don't think it's OK to send unsolicited body shots without complete consent. There is a major problem when men (or male-bodied individuals) feel as though they have the agency to send one out of nowhere — like it's some sort of present to us. "Hey girl. I know what you need — [DICK PHOTO]."

If you're chatting with a guy and he sends you a random penis shot, that's just poor texting manners. Women shouldn't be subjected to out-of-the-blue midday penis shots. It's assumptive. It's the assumption of consent, because at the end of the day if you're getting a dick photo that you don't want — that's harassment.

Though for me I don't mind the out-of-nowhere cock shot or multiple shots. I still get to see a penis, it goes into my archive, and that person just opened themselves up to my brutally honest opinion about their member. "Eh, I give it a 4 tops."

There is a part of me that wonders why I bother with such a base interest to keep my attention. It’s not like dick shots are the bar for finding a mate. It’s the human equivalent to male birds puffing up their feathers to attract female birds. It’s just that face-flushing rush when you look down and there's a new message from an admirer. He wants you to see just how turned on he is from the mere thought of you.

Maybe I am fulfilling some animalistic drive with this instant access to as many penises I want to see, but at the end of the day you've got to do you. Dick pic, or no dick pic.