By Tarringo Vaughn
© 2012 Diversity Rules Magazine and Tarringo Vaughn. All rights reserved.
Tarringo T. Vaughan always believed he had a love affair with literature. One of the first pictures he saw of himself was of him at maybe the age of three or four year’s old sitting with a book in his hand.
He is the founder of the Flexwriters Creative Network:
Future plans include a publishing company as well as actual an actual café for writers and spoken word nights. His writing consists of many styles as he does like neglecting rules and going beyond the norm.
“Is it true what they say about black men?”
Now how do I answer this question? My usual answer is we’re just like other men, there are different shapes and sizes and we’re not all twelve inches! I guess all myths stem from some reality but you must remember that all myths are myths because they have some exaggerated truth about them. Now I’m not going to discuss my dick size because that’s simply not important. Well put it this way, I haven’t had any complaints. But as far as the gay world goes, it’s a pressure put on us black men. There are some men who are size queens who seek the biggest “cock” they can find and to them that’s going to come from a black man.
It happens in the straight world also because all through college. My roommate, who was very straight, constantly asked to see my supposedly monster “cock”. He always said “cock” but I’d rather it be called “dick” but I’m sure you all have your own name you call it. Whatever is fine with me. I entered the gay world very naïve and I felt any guy who liked me would like me for who I was and not what was between my legs. Unfortunately I found out that some guys do measure a man by the number of inches they have. I understand part of that because they just want to be “satisfied”. But how far does that really take someone in a relationship? I don’t like feeling and wondering if the guy I’m with is only with me because I must be “hung”.
When I get emails on online sites some of the first responses I get are “how hung”, “you must be hung”, “love hung black men”. It makes me shake my head when I read these emails because first of all I don’t get a “hello” or a “how are you” just straight to what counts the most, my size! It really puts a pressure on me because if I was to meet any of these guys I have to… well….represent. I know for a fact there are white men definitely bigger than me and I also know for a fact that there are some smaller. But I’ll tell you that doesn’t even enter my mind when first seeing a hot guy on the street or even chatting with someone online. Eventually the topic may come up but I really do try to get to know the guy a little bit before asking what’s in their pants.
And I don’t want this to add to the stereotype that all gay men are just sex hungry creatures (just 95%). Kidding! Just don’t assume you’re going to get something the size of a snake when I drop my pants. Who started this myth, what started it? I really don’t have a clue. Like many myths I’m sure a black man ran around naked somewhere and someone figured “they must all be like that”.
You know I used to be proud of the myth but somewhere in growing up it became annoying because I really don’t want to be defined by what I’m packin’, I want to be defined by how I can use it. I’m kidding but you know that’s important and ladies can even agree to that one. So if you’re a size queen please don’t take offense, if you’re well endowed don’t brag too much, and if you’re not blessed below just learn how to use it. But just let the myth die please.