One year ago, an openly bisexual man identifying himself as “DoubleDickDude” answered questions in a Reddit AMA about the ups and downs of living with two fully functional penises due to a medical condition called diphallia. Now, to commemorate the anniversary of his big reveal(s), he has published an entertaining, detailed, incredibly not-safe-for-work e-memoir, Double Header: My Life With Two Penises, writing about everything from his many wild, hair-raising sexual exploits to some of the travails he’s suffered as a result of his condition.
Although he would still like to maintain his anonymity, the man – who has two 10-inch, uncircumcised penises, claims to have slept with more than 1,000 men and women and maintains NSFW Twitter and Tumblr accounts dedicated them – agreed to speak to Rolling Stone about how his life has changed in the year since his AMA and why he decided to write a memoir. “Before I was ‘DoubleDickDude,’ no one cared about what I had to say,” he says. “Since then, I’ve been able to help people who felt alone or lost. I’ve gotten so many messages from people who need encouragement for one thing or another. With so much negativity in the world, the ability to bring something positive to the table is a great feeling.”
It’s been a year since you “came out,” as you have put it, in your Reddit AMA. How has your life changed in that year?
I’m so much more aware of the Internet now. Before my AMA I was not on the Internet besides from a few minor business elements and standard e-mail. After the AMA I realized that there’s so much more than just porn sites and hook-up sites. I had honestly never heard of Reddit before my AMA. Now I check Twitter and my Tumblr as much as I can remember to. I check my Reddit inbox every week; it’s always full. But beyond that I still have the same life and still do the same things. I’m just now more aware that the guy or girl standing next to me at the grocery store might have seen my penises. That is the big difference.
What did you learn about yourself from doing the Reddit AMA?
Having had two penises my entire life, I can’t do anything but imagine what life with only one is like. When I look down at them I think, “That’d look really weird if there was only one down there.” Then the AMA changed my perspective. Almost the entire male population of our planet looks down and sees only one. I noticed during the AMA a mixture of disbelief, jealousy and envy. Take it from the guy with two penises, teen years and high school are not made any better with an extra penis. My penises made life hell for a while. I discuss this in my book.
I learned from my AMA that even in 2014 people still have a really tough time grasping individuality and compassion. Besides the goofy jokes and questions people asked, some people were – and have been – absolutely terrible. People are still horribly judgmental about things they don’t understand. They are nasty and hold a lot of resentment towards people and things they feel threatened by.
I learned that it still hurts my feelings. I thought the days of having my feelings hurt – outside of a bad breakup – were over. The AMA revealed to me that strangers still had the ability to make me feel bad. A lot of my comments were taken out of context and the wink face – 😉 – that I used a lot was perceived as arrogance. Anyone who knows me would tell you I’m the least arrogant person around. That wink face was just me trying to take the edge off my comments. I got over it after a while but now and then I shake my head when I see a nasty comment made about me.
Why did you decide to write a book?
There are still a few questions that come through that weren’t asked before, and I realized that there are still people who are genuinely curious. From girls who want to know how to handle their boyfriend being uncircumcised to guys wanting to know if they’re gay or bisexual because my equipment turned them on. Really, it just stuns me almost a year later that people are still reaching out to me. So I thought I should put a book together and use that to answer questions; but also give voice to people who might feel lost in the cracks. Even today bisexual people like myself are given more grief than you’d realize. We’re still “confused” or “cowards,” “too afraid to admit we’re gay.” Which is a load of crap.
In the book you talk about how accepting and encouraging your father was both about your penises and sexuality. Did you feel like you lucked out with your dad?
My father, God rest his soul, was a saint. He and my mother really put up with a lot of grief when I was in from high school and a few years afterwards. They both were extremely accepting but I mentioned him specifically in the book probably because he passed away while I was writing it. Before all this happened I hadn’t fully grasped just how fantastic my father was. He would listen to me no matter what I wanted to talk about. He laughed at my jokes, no matter how stupid they might have been. If I did something bad or wrong, he’d really explain to me what I did. He always made sure that I knew he loved me. He accepted me more than I accepted myself. I knew not matter what I was thinking or feeling, I could tell him and he’d know how to solve it or he’d try to figure it out.
I can’t give you an explanation as to why he was so understanding. All I can tell you is that with love, comes understanding. He told me he loved me more than anything in the world. When he died, I felt like a huge chunk of my reality went up in smoke. I didn’t want him to vanish, I knew I wanted other people to know a real, honest-to-goodness “good” dad existed.
What advice do you have for other people with similar anatomical conditions?
In my case, it’s a bit of a stretch to parallel it with other conditions. So far, I haven’t seen anyone with my exact type of diphallia. Usually, it’s pretty gruesome and often deadly. Regardless, if there are people out there who feel a kindred spirit with me, or feel like they’re on the same playing field, my advice to them is to love themselves. If you really can accept your body for how it is, what other people think shouldn’t matter to you. You will always have people who are willing to stand up for you. Just as you will have people who will want you to go away. If you love yourself, and you don’t allow yourself to fall victim to the negativity life can bring, you can survive. You just have to have faith.
“If I were to reveal my identity, my life would never, ever be the same.”
You’ve made it quite clear that you don’t want fame or fortune for your story. Why did you reveal yourself as having two penises online in the first place?
I think it’s safe to say that I’m more infamous than I am famous. In the fortune department, I’m more than comfortable financially. Initially, I was browsing “The Meat Market” on Tumblr with my boyfriend, and we laughed about sending a pic or two in to see what they said. It just spiraled out of control from there. There was no legitimate motivation besides seeing if they would react to it. It was really just for laughs. Then as time progressed, some people really connected to me. They felt like I had reached them, specifically.
As for book profits, I signed away the rights to the Kindle version of my book to the editor and released all profits to them as well. I knew that by having another person handle it, they could potentially face some negativity for taking the time to be kind to me and help me put my thoughts and feelings to “print.” So I felt the only decent thing to do would be to give them all the profit in exchange for taking that risk.
Why are you so protective of your privacy?
If I were to reveal my identity, my life would never, ever be the same. Nothing would be the same for me again. I received countless interview requests within the first month of my Reddit AMA. Everything from interviews on news shows, offers for my own reality show, magazine and newspaper interviews, offers to do porn. You name it, I got it in spades. I turned them all down.
The best way and easiest way to explain it is like this: If Superman revealed to the world he was Clark Kent, he would never ever be left alone. Anyone he cared for would be scrutinized and a target. Anywhere he went, people would know who he was and have expectations of him. He would have no “alone” time and no freedom. If I went public and on camera, from that moment on I’d be the guy with two dicks, not me. My neighbors would know the guy with two dicks lived next door. The butcher at the grocery store would know, the girl at the drive-thru would probably find out. I’d never be able to do anything the same way again. I’d get asked to take them out and show them to people randomly. That’s not a cool idea if you ask me.
How do you tell sexual partners you have two penises before they take off your pants?
It varies. Sometimes I’ve surprised them, which didn’t always end well. It really depends on the person and how long I’ve been dating them. During the time when I was all about one-night stands, I’d surprise them. The girls were always difficult. Guys were always game for action, even the guys who identified as straight. I swear if there was a way to document the interaction I’ve had with men who said they were straight, I’m sure the Kinsey Scale would explode. Something about two dicks has an effect on men, much more than women.
Since your AMA, have you had been with anyone who said, “Hey, are you the two penis guy from Reddit”?
Up until February of 2014, I had been in an exclusive, polyamorous relationship with a guy and a girl who were dating before we became a three-way couple. So for about two months after my AMA, I was not available. However since then, yes, I’ve been with a few girls and guys who in one way or another referenced my Reddit AMA. The guys I met – all but one said they were straight by the way – either knew exactly who I was or had that moment of realization when I said, “You might have heard about my Reddit AMA,” and they were like “Oh, my God!”
“I’ve never met any other guy with two penises.”
How many sexual partners have you had?
I used to guesstimate somewhere in the high hundreds. If I think back to my first time ’til now, probably more like over a thousand partners since then. Two of the funniest reactions were probably when a girl thought it was a prosthetic and went to pull one of them off and realized it was real. She started shrieking with laughter and almost hyperventilated. The other one was a guy I met since my AMA, who identifies as straight, that said, “I’m going to blow you because I want to piss off all my gay buddies.” It cracked me up at first but then when he actually started doing the deed I was impressed.
The most upsetting was a girl I actually dated seriously after I got over all the one-night stands. We’d dated for about three months with just kissing and cuddling. She finally was “ready” and I put it off for about another month. When it came down to it, I told her that I was built different than most guys and she said she didn’t care. I revealed them to her and she definitely cared. She told me to get out and ended the relationship. It still stings when I think about it.
Considering how many people you’ve had sex with, have you ever encountered anyone – male or female – with any anatomy similar to yours? There was a woman who had two vaginas on Reddit a couple of years ago.
I’ve never met any other guy with two penises. I’ve seen third nipples and girls with enormous clitorises. I’ve been with guys who had a micro-penis and guys with penises larger than my right one. I’ve seen girls with massive, shockingly large labia to guys with a ridiculous amount of foreskin. Not to exclude the penises with huge veins, gigantic heads with really thin shafts. Last but not least, lots of extremely worn out orifices. But never anyone with double anything. Which I’d be totally down with if I ever did meet a guy with two penises or a woman with two vaginas. I talked with someone who I think was the real Hazel Jones, with uterus didelphys on Reddit back around my AMA. She’s cute, but I’d be very nervous that I’d damage her.
Have you ever had a sexual experience that hurt or damaged your penises?
One time, I was with a girl, putting one in front, one in back and during the climax I tore the skin between my penises at the base. It healed without stitches, but it hurt like hell. Another time, I was double-penetrating a guy who was extremely loose in the back end. I’d been hammering them both in for probably an hour or two and he kept baring down which almost pushed them out a few times. Near the end he bared down extremely hard which pushed his inside against me and my right one ended up going at an angle that made it bend and pop out in mid-thrust. The bend hurt almost more than the torn skin. It broke a blood vessel in the right one that took a long time to heal.
What’s your favorite music to have sex to?
Generally whatever is on, if any music is on. I like pretty much anything except hardcore rap or modern country. The funniest time was a girl I was with had her iPod on shuffle and, in the middle of sex with her and her boyfriend – literally right in the middle of penetrating them both – Hanson’s “MmmBop” started and we laughed like idiots. We kept going through the entire song. “MmmBop” indeed.
You say you don’t use condoms. Why not?
I didn’t in the past. Before I had corrective surgery to fix some problems in the “plumbing,” my penises were in a position that made condoms difficult to keep on. After a while, I just stopped wearing them. Also, most condoms have a lot of chemicals on them that make my dicks go numb, which isn’t good. Since the surgery I’ve started wearing them now and then, and they stay on; I just don’t like the way it feels. It’s not safe to have sex without condoms, but really no sex is safe these days. For the record I’m STD free. Don’t ask me how.
Lastly, going into 2015, what wise words would you like to impart on the world?
The next time you feel like being a jerk to someone, don’t. The next time someone pissed you off and you’re about to cuss them out, don’t. Let it go. Just remember we all have feelings. So when someone hurts your feelings, remember, they’re hurting too. We’ve got to work together if we’re going to keep this place from crashing down around our shoulders.