Charlie or Charles Johnson

About me: Hello I am Charles Johnson. I was always called Charlie except by teachers in schools who called me Charles, now I'm using Charles alot. I am into psychological or motivational hedonism that claimed human behavior is psychologically determined by desires to increase pleasure and to decrease pain, and have a BS degree in it, the degree including 6 courses in psychology, 5 in sociology and many organizational behavior courses, courses called "Organizational Analysis," "Organizational Development" and "The Social Psychology of Organizing".............I've done a little work here uploading, and I did because a girl here named Susan challenged me by saying "no content, no friendship". She later closed her account.........I've been into sex for 60 years since 1964 when I was about 12 when I found 5 clean, dry, brown, large paper grocery bags full of very much taboo for my age off brand, black and white photos, Playboy-type girlie mags in my neighborhood not by any garbage can area in beautiful rural Morris County, New Jersey, and took them and hid them in a cardboard box under alot of leaves. The entire process of finding them and hiding them was a secret, no one saw me, and where I hid them was never visited by the public, so I had a secret psychological space that only I knew about. Not once did I see the people who lived next door to me where I buried the box come outside of their house for the three years I lived there. I think they were paranoid Jews and WW II was only 20 years earlier, so they were hiding. At the time I didn't know they were Jews. I never saw them shovel snow off the sidewalk in their front yard which was against the law in that city after each new snowstorm, and I never saw them rake leaves, and there was a ton of leaves along that street. Landscape services didn't exist back then, no Hispanics working for them ever existed. The box was in behind the neighbor's garage by the railroad tracks and not near any people, and they didn't have a driveway to the garage, and lived separated from it up a hill on the street. On the other side of the railroad tracks people lived far off. I pretty much knew the lack of pace of activity around there so I didn't expect the owners to come around to the back of their garage. I had a little hand holding girlfriend younger than me in the neighborhood and asked her if she wanted to see them, and she said yes, so I turned her on to them. The fact that we were holding hands walking in the neighborhood was when I first got into sex. The girl's mother broke us up when she had a lecture with us saying we had time to do that when we were older. I never got back with the girl. I moved out of state. It's too bad it didn't work out for us then because we were on a roll and were ready right then for sex.........quote from fiction article in off brand men's mag, early 70's: "I dig dope, and I dig sex".......quote from popular national men's mag in late 70's to mid 80's, in 8 page centerfold issue to my recollection: "big dicks are prime"(Beverly Morris)........I plan to go to a place in my afterlife where I will be made wellhung for girlie angels there, I am an optimist and firmly believe such a place exists, I need to go there because right now when I sit my cock when flaccid shrinks all the way to inside my pubic area, also my pubic area is not lean like a tall, thin, wellhung ectomorph male, and is similar to a girl's Mound of Venus, very beautiful when shaved which is how I wear mine but not appropriate for a male, sorry about that, someone missed, so I would prefer male long cock in my afterlife, when my cock shrinks in I'm like an invisible ghost really, maybe I am forced to identify with ghosts who lived before, I was issued crumbs of dick length to attract females to eat and they know they would starve eating that little so it hasn't worked, I am sex starving for dick length, it seems like my senses are going through a secret lifelong psychological sensory deprivation experiment by the institute I went to for my BS degree, deprived of the sense of sight of a handsome long cock for me, and the sense of touch of it, "monitored" if you will by trained psychologists there doing the experimenting from a remote location to be sure I'm "ok," of course I'm not ok, but I can identify back with there to remember it's all an experiment, psychologists can experiment with sex, one course I took had the textbook with a photo of how they used to show pictures of girls in bras to males who were gay as therapy to get the males to quit being gay, I knew I went to a really good institute of higher learning , they made me take the SAT exam in high school twice to see if my scores would increase, and they did when an extra math section was added, in college I always attended classes, never missing a class, if someone kept missing classes they would get an incomplete grade and not be able to graduate and subject them to possibly getting drafted by the service to go to Vietnam if their draft lottery number was high(mine was low, 362 out of 365, not a chance to get drafted unless a national emergency), my college was next to a hippie district, and I imagine the profs might have suspected that the male students(my institute was almost all male) preferred to stay in hippie crash pads with ball freaks all day instead of do coursework, but I frequented the hippie district also and never visited a crash pad, there was an adult bookstore over there and an adult theater, I went into those occasionally, I never bought anything from the bookstore though, and only saw one film one day during the afternoon, I usually had to hit the books and had little time left, it wasn't a walk in the local city park to go to that institute