In light of all the hype surrounding the current Star Wars movie and my seeing a few days ago the latest cover of Esquire magazine, which has a photo of one of that movie's stars, and then reading the cover article itself, I was reminded of "LPSG," which I've visited less regularly for quite awhile now. I notice someone mentions the same article on the Celebrity board, but since the subject of a guy's wanger size isn't talked about that frequently in the media, and because I found the writer's description of his interviewee's dick kind of endearing, I thought I'd insert here parts of the article that relates to the reason this web site exists to begin with. The author, incidentally, based on reference material about him on the web, isn't gay (I've come across references to his wife), which I originally thought may have been the reason he spent quite a few paragraphs talking about an actor's penis size. Esquire June 2005 By Scott Raab He smiles, open-face, a boyish grin. His hair is tipped with blond, a leftover from the Bay shoot. He fairly exudes the force, a visual musk. It's in his bright blue eyes and small square teeth---not bad for a British subject---and the way the cleft in his chin, his filtrum, and the worry crease between his eyebrows form a strong center line, a heroic vertical. Yet he's no pretty boy; see the off-center mole on his forehead, the wee burnt-umber De Niro mark high upon his right cheek? A spot of malevolence, a bit of mischief. A worthy foe, 'aye. <span style='font-size:11pt;line-height:100%'>Plus, God didn't stop there---oh, no. The wardrobe folks have poured him into jeans so tight that Ewan's fleshly light saber bulges forth like a Reek's horn. "I feel like I've been staring at his crotch for weeks," I tell his publicist. "You cahn't really avoid it," she chuckles, both thumbs massaging her BlackBerry. Indeed, a serious perusal of Ewan's oeuvre will bring the viewer eye to eye with the McGregor man-root, an uncut link of Scottish sausage that even in a state of flaccidity would make a Wookie yelp. It first shows up---barely a cameo, really---in Trainspotting; in The Pillow Book, it truly merits costar billing; by 2003's Young Adam---as close as noir may ever come to outright porn--McGregor's anaconda boasts its own dialogue coach and gaffer. Which ain't to say the kid can't out-act his wang. *** I don't suppose now would be the right moment to ask you about your penis. "Uh-uh. No, 'cuz I don't tell you. I'll just show it." I've seen it. And I must say, it's an impressive penis." "I like my penis. There's no question about that. Yeh." I've never said that to any other actor. "Oh, really? 'Nice cock, by the way.' Thanks." I think I'm gonna call it your "man-root." He laughs. "Sounds like something you put in an herbal tea." Harvey Keitel's the only other nonporn I can think of whose pecker has had much screen time, and it's really no contest. "I was quoted a long time ago as saying I was doing it for the sisters; I felt like I was doing it as kind of a feminist act, to be showing my penis onscreen. Because it was just turning the tables around. I've been in films where my penis has been onscreen and there weren't any tits or anything onscreen, which is opposite of the way it's normally done." *** "If movies are representative of life, then a huge part of life is nudity and sex. I'm naked half the time, so why wouldn't I be naked in a movie?" *** So who's got the bigger light saber, you or Liam Neeson? "You'll never get that out of me."</span> I became so intrigued by this article that I did a web search and found (voila! this page for reference: A British actor's penis in "The Pillow Book"