There used to be something called the 'Hung Jury' that even apparently had "Mistresses of Measurements" in various places to assess qualifications. Haven't seen reference to that in a while though. You might also have a look at
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There have been threads here at lpsg.org on the infamous Hung Jury and its founder Sam Frank. As the years go by the perhaps mythical club has taken on an almost cult status. Was it an actual club with meetings and a functioning membership or just a squat little fellow with enormous size queen fantasies? The following is about as much I've been able to uncover.
It seems that Sam Frank, an eccentric perpetually out-of-work writer in the late seventies, managed through a connection with porn actor/producer William Margold to score some publicity in the media, first on a local basis in the underground newspapers such as the defunct L.A. Star and L.A. Sun and later in better known men's magazines. Frank hit the big time when a
Club Magazine pictorial, arranged by Bill Margold using his then wife as
Mistress of Measurments, showed up on the newstands in November of 1981. For Margold, a giant in the porno business, it was done as a lark, but for his little buddy Mini-Me Sam Frank, who appeared in the Club pictorial line-up looking like a deranged, genitally deficiant rabbi salvating at the wooden ruler in the hands of Margold's wife, it was anything but a fun ruse. For Frank measuring large penises was an all-consuming obsession.
During the decade of the eighties, between stints as a janitor and apartment manager in the more sleazy areas of Hollywood, Frank recieved more serendipitous publicity via his unconventional personality. He stalked author
Erica Jong of
Fear of Flying fame from book signing to book signing in order to reveal that she was a true lover of phallic gigantia. He was so weird and strange that Erica Jong actually blurted out his name and fetish to national TV on the Joan Rivers Show! That was the coup de gras that put the Hung Jury over the top.
Men with large penises (and those who loved them) far and wide sent in their applications- along with the mandatory penis photo- to join the club. Sam, ensconsed in his ghetto apartment with the financial, managing and publishing skills of a rutabaga, scored an offset printer and quickly sent an avalanche of newsletters with the salutation
Dear Hung Stud. But Sam Frank was not done.
Frank wanted as his life's accomplishment, to publish the ultimate celebrity penis size book, a compenium of allegorical stories about the penises of the stars, a coffee table book that would send him to penile fame and fortune. What ultimately found its way to print was a poorly worded article befitting his background as a junior college "C-" English student. Woven within the article were absurd testimonials from-example- a waitress who served a groupie who's girlfriend had gone to bed with a television star. In some cases the celebrity penis sizes seemed to have been made up at 2 a.m. in the midts of a masturbatory orgasm. The Hung Jury was in a denumont.
(Six degrees of separation.) In the early to mid-ninties I found myself out in the Palm Desert area through my early employment association with a wacky doctor I don't wish to elaborate on. I was at the home of the late
Gary Griffin, publisher (along with Ken Beaton) of Penis Power Quarterly, several noteworthy books, and even then dying from AIDS. In his home office closet was a large shoe box containing a pile of Poloroids and 3x5 prints of a wide and varied assortment of male organs; the entire contents of The Hung Jury.
