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Hi, I'm Ant Smith and I have a small penis
Monday 17th March 2014 10:55pm


Where to see Shorty performed live in London

After performing extensively in London I am now performing by invitation only so I can happily recommend these nights as representative of the best in class. There are variety, music, lively, intimate type nights listed here so you can chose the kind of atmosphere in which you'd like to experience Ant, The GameCat, Smith!

12th October 2014 (8-Late) Railway Special
The Railway Tavern, 7 Station Rise, Tulse Hill, SE27- free

The Railway's normal weekly open mic is on take-over for a Poetry Special. Some of LONDON'S BEST POETS who I especially rate will be performing with me. I RECOMMEND THIS ONE I REALLY DO.

15th October 2014 (8-Late) Sing For Your Supper
The Bread And Roses, 68 Clapham Manor Street, Clapham North, SW4 6DZ - free

Reviving the ancient tradition of performing for your dinner these nights are a guaranteed suprise. This is one of my favourite london venues with excellent sound and a friendly pub atmosphere.

26th October 2014 (7-11pm) Velvet Tongue
The Book Club, 100 Leonard Street, EC2A 4RH

The most inspiring erotic collection of performances London ever sees. This is a quarterly event so its really worth saving the date because it just do't come round often enough.

6th November 2014 (8:30-Midnight) Big Mouth
Mascara Bar, 72 Stamford Hill, N16 6XS

An intimate and relaxed night of spokenword.Ideal if you want  to get close the performance.

11th November 2014 (8-Late) Sing For Your Supper
The Queens Head, 144 Stockwell Road, SW9 9TQ - free

Sing For Your Supper's second venue and one of the liveliest. Always a great mix of music, spoken word, comedy and other surprises. Recently used as the location for the filming of the excellent Black Sparrows latest music video - there's some top notch performers breaking through at this venue. Warning:Lively As Sin.

20th November 2014 (8-Late) - The Creative Bubble
Roxy Bar and Screen, 128-132 Borough High Street, Se1 1LB

Ahigh energy spoken word night, one of my current favourites that are kind enough to feature me when I ask. Highly recommended.

Here's the live recording from my 20th Anniversary gig - soon to appear on my next EP.  
Why Not Contribute???




I wrote a poem and they asked for a campaign. I'm unsure how far down that road I will go, but
here are some initial thoughts

Shorty



I have a tiny cock
Like a crooked little finger
Everybody else's dick
Is inevitably bigger
If six inch as an average
Can truly be believed
Someone here in this room
Is twice the size of me
If you can do your algebra
Already you will know
Four inches is the maximum
My dick will ever go
For the engineers among you
I'll express my ratio
My little one inch wonder
Up to four times it can grow

My pubes are even longer
They make a comfy nest
With a little acorn sat
Upon the very crest
Rummage in my fly and
Wish that I were blessed
Searching frantically
I recover just the head
Get a little piss drip
Up on my finger tip
There's absolutely nothing there
For me to get a grip
If I sit to pee I must
Be wary of my jet
The angle of my dangle means
My trousers may get wet

He's got a little willy, a tiny baby dick
But at least he's got the balls, to admit to it!
Yes
He's got a little willy, a tiny baby dick
But at least he's got the balls, to admit to it!

I wank it with one finger
If you really want to know
And no I can't imagine
The feeling of deep throat
When I look down I can still
Clearly see my toes
But my little willy hides
Beneath my belly folds
Sometimes it is inverted
Even when it isn't cold
Like a little turtle
Inside of me it goes
Girls they like to tell me
It' such a cute surprise
Until I have to tell them I
Left the condom stuck inside

I'm hung like Mickey Mouse
I'm glad now to admit
For the greater pain exists
In propagating myths
According to the internet
Real men have massive dicks
And you are next to useless
If you're 'only' average
So if you're sat with five or six then
Feel the relief
You no longer have to hide it
In shame and misery
For I'm the living proof you've got
Way more than you need
For even with four inches
My, girl's in love with me

He's got a little willy, a tiny baby dick
But at least he's got the balls, to admit to it!
Yes
He's got a little willy, a tiny baby dick
But at least he's got the balls, to admit to it!




Whilst it is fortunately true in some respects that penis size doesn't matter, almost 50% of men suffer some degree of penis size anxiety - in this sense at least, it matters. There's plenty of re-assurance on offer, in terms of enlightened family or friends or survey statistics. But of course, most men with such concerns can't discuss them, and find reasons why the various assurances are invalid. No matter what is said, a man will always feed the anxiety. Assurances are hardly heard as he squirms in an embarrassment, only hoping the conversation will soon be over. Abstract facts simply wash off, because he REALLY DOES have a small penis. 99% of men with such anxiety have perfectly normal dicks. But when they hear this, every single one thinks 'I must be in the other 1%'. And it is in our nature to hold exceptional memories. It takes a hundred reassurances for one of them to stick, but only one perceived shortcoming to send you back to the start.

So by all accounts this city is packed with men worrying wrongly about their perfectly reasonable six inch dicks.

For some, it becomes debilitating. The psychological obsession is so strong that they develop all manner of inappropriate behaviours.Something in our culture keeps a lot of men destabilised in this way. Is that a surprise? Blame the porn industry, or whatever, but it is secrecy that always has the greatest power to create fear and subjugate people.

Of course, some well-endowed men are the opposite, flopping their meat out at any opportunity. Or taking jobs in porn which we know gives us a skewed visual history of dick size. The more the smaller guys with anxiety shy and hide away, the more skewed this view becomes. It's a vicious circle. It can only be broken by normalising our view of dicks - not by publishing abstract data, but rather by being prepared to be open, honest, and non-judgemental about dick size.

Of course it would be easy for a guy with a normal, or even a large dick, to say that.

But if a guy with just about 4 inches, at best, stands up and says 'compare with me', then the vast majority of men (98.8%) are going to feel all the better. As will the guy with 4 inches, since we'll have reduced the overall perception of common dick size.

So I came to the conclusion that rather than my anxiety being justified (which, even though I am small, it isn't) my anxiety was adding to the problem. I was making it easier to believe that cocks don't REALLY come this small - leaving all those guys with 5 and 6 inches weeping needlessly.

And reinforcing their vulnerability, only increases my own.

Not that I am debilitated by a body dysmorphic illness. But my anxiety over my dick size is a companion in my life that visits me at least daily. Whether having a wank, or a piss, or casually confronted by an obvious bulge on the tube, a voice would say 'you inadequate little bitch'. Certainly my obsessive personality had ample fuel to distract me from life and redirect my energies down self-destructive routes. As well as the lost energy, there's the danger that at some point, in some way, this inner destructive submissiveness would bring me ruin.

So I did what it is best to do with all half buried truths. I set it free.

But rather than simply boring the world with another AA style proclamation ("Hi, I'm Ant Smith and I have a small penis") I tried to turn the draining negative energy into a creative, positive outlet - with my Poem.

As soon as I finished it I knew I had crafted exactly what I wanted to say. But I was seriously uncertain if I could ever let it see the light of day. I've made passing remarks on cock size in other works, skirting round the issue. It was clear to me that this was a poem that had been writing itself for a long time. It felt like an important piece. And I thought about my other work. The keen embarrassment that I had put my wife through with lyrics such as 'Spunky'. I realised immediately that a selective truth is no truth at all. That if I was to maintain my credentials as an artist, I could not bury this piece.

Of course I thought about my wife. Would she be embarrassed by my performing this? What would she think people would think of her for marrying such a man. But our discussion together didn't even touch on that, because I believe she understands the 'necessity within me'. And it is pretty clear that she loves me and my dick. Not despite my dick. In fact, it is only because my dull brain has started realise her assurances are true that I've even arrived at this point. For a man who used to get undressed in the dark, I've come a long way. Being able to write and perform this poem is, at least partially, a testament to my wife's love. How can I keep hating my crappy little dick when she loves it so?

Finally, I thought how important IS this piece. I did a google search for 'small dick poem' - 48m results but they quickly descended into a mire of Small Penis Humiliation porn links. I read a dozen or so poems on the subject. Most were derogatory pieces written by women with their own reasons. The remainder, bar one, could most kindly be called erotica. Just one other piece was written in celebration of cock, but not necessarily of and by an underendowed guy. I'm sure there are plenty of other examples out there but from a quick search, I think an honest and truly funny piece about a small cocked guy is certainly called for.

So I think this piece is socially important, important to my integrity, important to my marriage, largely novel and above all TOO DAMN FUCKING FUNNY.

I've never before questioned a poem so deeply. I'm glad to realise I take my work so seriously. I am resolved to perform this piece. I'm fascinated now to know the effect it may have. There may even be another blog post in it...

About the piece


For once I admit, this poem is autobiographical. I rarely say that about my writing, because it's rarely strictly true. I mostly write about the abstract 'human condition'. Certainly tinted and coloured by the things I have seen and the people I have met but my poems are usually dressed up in imagined worlds and characters.

But a piece like this cannot work in the abstract. To achieve its aims the audience has to be certain that the poet is discussing exactly what he personally packs inside his own pants, so that the invited comparison is as real as it can be. This is why the last line of the poem changes to state 'a short dick man like me'.

It is also why the poem as a whole is autobiographical. All of the stated issues relate to true events. The reality of living with a small penis is crucial to creating the liberating attitude. Yeah, sometimes it's a struggle to pee and no way do condoms fit like a glove. I have to recognise those facts in order to say, 'So fuck?' And so fuck is what I mean. These are things that effect only me and my wife. For others they're funny drunken conversations. No more no less. What matters to me is that my little guy has found a loving home. Certainly more so than many of much greater stature. I'm not sure I yet totally believe that size doesn't matter, but with my wife by my side I'm happy to make that my next obsessive mantra.