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Back when I was younger and more ignorant and misinformed than I am now, one of my exes literally made me feel guilty sometimes when he got a boner and I didn’t want to “take care of him”. He claimed that it caused him a lot of pain and he said that his doctor had actually said he couldn’t leave himself in that state or else he could damage himself…. So made me feel like I HAD to give him relief even when I really did not desire to. And that sucked.

Wait… it DOESN’T hurt them?

Boys get boners all the time for no reason. No, it doesn’t hurt them. If any boy tries to tell you otherwise, run away as fast as you can because he’s lying to you for the sake of his penis.

No penis is more important than you because you are a whole person and a penis is just a spongy flab o’ flesh. 

Hahaha deff not I get boners constantly.
Math
Driving
Light
Anything causes them

Favorite answer so far.

Math.

Dicks can seriously be ridiculous at times

Hell sometimes a brisk breeze can set them off

Reblogging this for all of the girls and guys that DO NOT KNOW THIS INFORMATION.  Because this is extremely important.

HEY!!! 

HEYYYYYY!!!!

The term ‘blue balls’ isn’t actually a fucking thing. 

It was created by giant flopping douche canoes to con girls into rubbing their little dingadongs. 

I literally get 10 boners a day and never get blue balls. 

Next time someone tries to shame you into a handy, kick them in the balls and tell them “NOW YOU HAVE BLUE BALLS”

Thiiiiiiiis is what I’m talking about

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“I’ve begun silently fighting back against jerks on the subway who sit as spread out as possible. Basically I match your stance.
This guy was sitting on the...

mooses-unicorn-in-the-tardis:

time-travel-and-madness:

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imakegoodlifechoices:

I’ve begun silently fighting back against jerks on the subway who sit as spread out as possible. Basically I match your stance.

This guy was sitting on the train with his knees splayed and his hands on the seat to either side of him. So I slowly backed up into the seat next to him forcing him to either move his hand or have me sit on it. Then I spread my knees equally wide and stuck my elbows out just as far.

It’s amazing how uncomfortable this makes men.

Eventually he closed his knees more (so I closed mine.) The ladies across from me noticed this silent warfare and were slightly confused. When he finally got off the train and I sat like a “lady” they realized what I did and grinned at me.

Yep. This is my new thing to do on the subway.

ur a little rebel i like u

pssst hey 
You know why most guys sit like that?
It’s a body language signal known as a “crotch display” and it’s used to show dominance/confidence. 
This is why guys get uncomfortable when women do this, and also why women are told to sit “like a lady” - basically, without the crotch display. When women do it, they’re telling all the dudes that they’re either stronger or on equal standing with them. 

So I say right on, ladies! Go for it. 

A couple of months ago after seeing this post I was on the metro and there was an empty seat next to me .At the next stop a middle-aged man got on and sat in the seat, but I was prepared. 

I wasn’t completely splayed out, but I definitely wasn’t sitting “like a lady” either. Anyways so this man sits down and I’m watching him in the reflection of the window and the second his ass touches the seat he goes to open his legs and put his elbows on the arm-rests. But I refuse to move. I then watch as he (sat incredibly stiffly) turns his head to look at me, looks me up and down with the most confused expression I’ve ever seen on a grown in man in my life. Looks at my leg that is where he wants to put his (although it’s definitely still on my seat) and then he proceeds to sit poker straight for the rest of the journey, every now and again shooting me a sideways glance that is the dictionary definition of “What the fuck”.