I Have a Penis Problem

In the locker room after my workout, a lovely man strolled out of the shower fully nude. With each step, there was a resounding THWACK of his startlingly gigantic penis hitting his legs. “Sup,” he said. “Uh — hi,” I spluttered. I couldn’t help staring at his penis. I wanted to name it. I wanted to offer it fruit. I wanted it to be okay for me to step back and say, “Good God! That’s a huge cock!” But I didn’t, of course. Because that’s not cool, and I am cool. As an American, having a penis is confusing. Maybe if I were in one of those sexy European families where everyone sees each other naked growing up, I’d have a better grasp on the situation. Alas — the only time I saw my father’s penis was when he accidentally left the door open coming out of the shower. He made a startled monkey face and slammed the door. I didn’t play any sports, so I didn’t get the ‘locker room’ experience. I wasn’t in the military. (Do people in the military show each other their dicks? I’m not sure. That was a guess.) No, I grew up very white-bread New England-style where everyone treats penises the same way they treat racism. Everyone knows it’s there, but no one seems willing to look directly at it. Not seeing other men’s penises meant I didn’t know what to compare my penis with. It’s not like I could go around to guys at school and say, “Hey, so can we compare dicks ?” And adults were worthless. If you asked any of them, doctors mostly, they’d tell you it’s a perfectly healthy penis. What does that even mean? Healthy penis? I don’t care if my penis has sniffles. I want to know what it’s supposed to look like. <a href="https://medium.com/sexography/i-have-a-penis-problem-ff6ee11acc32">Click Here</a>