I have been with my boyfriend for almost a year and a half. This wonderful man has transformed my life. In my early posts, I described in great detail my disastrous 17 year marriage, my lack of self-esteem, my almost non-existent sexlife, and the emotional trauma that I experienced when my divorce and the loss of my job occured at the same time. Throughout my marriage, I had substituted a variety of hobbies and sports for the sex drive I didn't think I had. I do not have the sort of appearance that would turn men's heads,-unless they prefer the lean athletic look. I think I have pleasant features, but my body, 5 ft. 4 in. is unlikely to appear in Playboy. My breasts are tiny. Having large breasts became the obsession with me from my teenage years that occupied my mind for hours each day. But now, thanks in large part to my boyfriend who has turned me into a physical fitness fanatic, I love my body, tiny breasts and all. As well, a great young friend I made on this site helped and encouraged me with the breast issue and provided all sorts of inspiration with stories of her sex life. Sadly, we lost touch before I became the "New Me". I'm sure it wasn't pleasant for her or anyone else around me when I was going through an emotional breakdown. Many other LPSG members wrote to me and brightened my days. I shall be forever grateful. This site has certainly been all about SUPPORT. If indeed a man was attracted to my lean and sinewy body, I'm sure he would turn and run when he discovered that I was blessed (cursed) with a lot of body hair, including pubic hair that extends past my navel, and a Grand Canyon-sized vagina that can accomodate a dildo almost 13 inches in circumference. When I first saw the enormous bulge in my boyfriend's pants (many years ago when we were both married), I was stunned, but I recall feeling no sexual stimulation at the sight. I have never seen anything even close to that. In my first posts I described how I fell in love with his sense of humour and his gentle ways, and how we finally got together sexually. But that's not the topic of this post. Since our meeting, it's been a big adjustment for me dealing with the reactions and treatment from others. He told me that throughout his long married life, his late wife was constantly harassed with questions and teasing and jokes and ridicule over his penis. It has been the same experience for me. When we're out together, people are constantly staring and pointing. Some circle back for another look. Often, we're followed. Several of my married long-time friends no longer associate with us. Those girls nearly always reject my invitation to get together without our men, for a coffee. Reading between the lines, their husbands have made us outcasts. They obviously consider my boyfriend to be a threat. And we're talking about a skinny little 5 ft. 6 in. individual with a quiet, kind, and gentle nature who goes out of his way to befriend others. His friends, except for 2 men he has known all his life, are all women. At parties, it's comical to see the reactions of others when they glance at that enormous bulge. By their expressions, most of the men seem intimidated. My boyfriend tries to start up a conversation with them, but they usually give him the semi-silent treatment, or a polite brush-off, and they wander away to talk to others. With the wives and girlfriends, it's the complete opposite. They gradually drift over to my boyfriend in 2's or 3's,--typical party fashion, and strike up a conversation with him. I take fiendish delight in studying the expressions on the faces of their male partners (especially the ones who had rejected him). I can almost see the daggers flying. I apologize for the length of this post. In closing, I can say that our sexlife is wonderful. Physically, we're made for each other. But the real joy in our relationship comes from just being together,--talking, laughing, or just holding hands without saying a word. Alexia