MORE THAN SIZE: MY STORY BEHIND THE STARES.

When I was younger, I noticed people staring.

Pajama pants. Morning wood. That awkward in-between stage of being a kid but already being talked about like a grown man. My family made jokes. Neighbors made comments. There was curiosity in people’s eyes long before I even knew what it meant to feel confident in my own body. And it wasn’t flattering—it was embarrassing.

It was like my body told a story I didn’t get to write.

As I grew older, the attention never really went away. I started getting more followers. I started OnlyFans. I realized quickly that what people once teased or gossiped about had the power to turn into profit. But the money didn’t erase the complexity. In fact, it made it harder to separate being wanted from being seen.

That’s the part nobody talks about.

The pressure to perform. The fear that you’re just a body. The fear that if someone really got close, they wouldn’t care about your heart, your humor, or your healing—they’d only care about what you’re packing.

And truthfully? That’s why my body count is low.

Because the most intimate part of me isn’t between my legs—it’s in my brain, my soul, my spirit. And for so long, I felt like all of that got overlooked.

Today, I don’t think about size much.
There’s always someone bigger. Always someone smaller.
But what matters is energy. Connection. Safety.

If I can turn your mind on—if I can make you feel cared for, seen, and safe—then whatever happens physically is just a bonus. Because the truth is, love isn’t about the size of anything. It’s about consistency, presence, and how you treat someone when the lights are off.

So if you’ve ever felt like your worth is tied to your body, let me tell you what I had to learn the hard way:

You are not your measurements.
You are not a punchline.
And the right person will never reduce you to one part of who you are.