i have a small d*** and nobody could possibly know what that has done to my mind. despite how much i would like to be free of this anxiety and fear and to finally settle down with someone, love them and be loved, the thought of her ‘needing more’ convinces me not to ‘ruin her life.’ it convinces me i’m ultimately worthless. its crazy that this one thing dictates and destroys my whole world.

(i’m reposting this because the last comments were helpful and interesting.)