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for those who live in a day-to-day world of can’t-find-the-clit, i think there’s something really alluring about the visible immediacy of a hard cock. both in the sense of “the stark clarity of the boner as a barometer of want” (James Frankie Thomas, Idlewild) but also in the (portrayed) comparative ease of casual gay sex acts like frotting and handjobs. your desire is easily known and seen (in the dickprint) and it is easily quenched (with a quick wad of spit and a few pumps). compare this to the torture nexus of the average cisgender woman’s experience of heterosexual intercourse, and also to the less torturous but factual reality that satisfying sex (for anyone!) requires some amount of communication and trial/error. the fantasy is that your needs are immediately known and met without having to ask or direct. the fantasy is that the clit becomes unmissable and unignorable!!!