No one’s talking about old Priapus here… Greek mythology’s poster boy for cartoonish phallic excess. But talking we are, as we perennially have done. And as much as we might hope to, I don’t imagine we’ll ever fully turn our backs on the firm debate about penis size. Not entirely. Although, in fond acknowledgement of our lesbian sisters, I hasten to note that the issue swells up most notably, of course, among hetero folks who may consider themselves actively invested in the matter.
That having been said, it’s not just in the US; there’s a fairly
durable notion around much of the world that men who sport more ample genital
endowments have something of a leg up when it comes to the actual creative,
passionate business of satisfying a partner.
The reason for this is clear, I think. Simply put, and leaving
our heartfelt concern for tender masculine egos aside, the perception that size
matters is a potent and withering construct, whether it’s true in the actuality
of sexual performance or not. In fact, it’s pretty much analogous to the
discourse around race: scientifically speaking, there’s really no substantive
difference between us. That’s right… Not a shred of daylight between us when it
comes to the down and dirty of the human genome…
