FROM THE ARCHIVES: Does Penis Size Matter?
(From July, 2010. Year Two post-divorce)
The topic of men’s penis size was brought to my attention YET AGAIN this morning in an article on Fox.com: A new study revealed that French men need the largest condoms in Europe while Greeks get by on the small ones. This study by a German consultancy asked 10,500 men in 25 countries to measure and report their penis.
Hmmmm. I don’t think I’ll look at Frenchmen the same again. *grin.
After being married to the same man for so many years, I was surprised when I started dating/having sex after divorce as to the size difference in men. Particularly when my first lover, who looked like he could be WWF wrestler, had a penis the length of my thumb (oh okay, maybe a couple of baby carrots!)
Since then, I’ve had a few other lovers. And what did they have in common? Why almost all of them had very small penises! My girlfriends found it hilarious, and, amidst giggles, told me I needed to cut out a picture of a big penis and put it on my Vision Board.
Now I know a man can’t control his length or girth, just as women can’t decide their breast size. But for the first time in my life, I found myself examining and judging a man’s tackle; I hadn’t realized they varied so much. Prior to being married, I was so preoccupied with the emotional side of sex and making them like me, I never gave pause to second-guess or admire their equipment. Nor had I ever entertained the idea of having a ‘preference.’
Oh women are such polite creatures – I know some of you are probably frowning, thinking how DARE I come out and state such things. Especially since I’m a divorced mom.
But I honestly can’t say I’ve ever, while getting naked with a man for the first time, stood there hoping, “PLEASE have a small penis. Oh, PLEASE have a small penis.”
I used to say penis size didn’t matter. But I also didn’t have a real basis for comparison – my sexual experiences were too limited; my emotional entanglement and my own insecurities were too great.
But my sexuality is evolving – in part because I’ve given myself permission to explore my sexuality at this stage post-divorce and to learn about myself through each well-thought-out experience. And in my books, ANY kind of ‘evolution’ requires time AND experience.
And so, with my reputation at risk, but my Self intact, I climb to the top of the mountain and scream to World Wide Web: I LOVE AN AVERAGE TO LARGER, THICKER PENIS! And in case there are any French men having a read: J’aime un pénis plus grand, plus épais!