I did an interview recently for this guy wanting to write an exhibitionist-sorta article talking, rather frankly, about dick size and life experiences. It was a great hour and some odd conversation over a variety of topics, and it was a good interview because he kept up his end of the conversation as much as I did. I wasn't really worried about disclosing because -- at the very most -- it's just my dick in a picture. But the interviewer asked me if my dick has been problematic for me in the bedroom as far as the ladies go, and I had to whoop and holler because he hit it dead on. Of course it has been an issue... a big one. I'm not super experienced with women or anything, but the ladies I have had have been unable or unwilling to brave what I got in the pants. At first it used to really piss me off because... several reasons, really. Before I was "aware" of my size, I thought girls weren't really interested in me, and that's a hard blow for an insecure teenager to take. And now that I'm fairly confident in my appearance, I... let's see... how to keep the thoughts coherent... Alright, well. I wasn't really into sport fucking girls in college. I like to flirt and meet up and talk, but I certainly don't post notches on the headboard and go out for the sole purpose of banging. In this day and age with STDs and all that stuff, you can never be too careful, right? And I don't think I'm ridiculously picky with women; at the same time, I've seen more than enough bar bimboes to suit me fine. I guess it's my fault. I'm expecting to find a reasonably attractive and intelligent to share some brews with. Have met one that sticks out in my mind. Just one. And we didn't hook up. And I'm 25 now and I can be pretty honest in admitting that I find some dudes physically attractive and just leaving it at that. There's not much of an emotional connection. I can think of a handful of guys I'm close to -- I can hug 'em if I take off -- and that's just a function of our friendship. We're close; we get along. Other than that, I might notice a guy if he's got a good build... and in the right setting -- the gym -- me, like most other dudes, will wonder what's in the briefs. But that's it. It's not much deeper than that. And I can accept with some resignation that dudes are just gonna be better and more available for a blowjob than a lady. I can admit it's a lot easier to just scout for some head than to go through all the paces of drink-buying and tomfoolishness to woo a woman. Not that I don't think I could without doing that, but it can be a bit of a pain, and when the dick is up, it's yelling for attention. And I don't follow this impulse all that time -- just occasionally. And dare I say it, sometimes I wonder that if I (1) weren't so big and (2) guys weren't so accessible and (3) I had a little more patience, would my thoughts and feelings turn out differently? I'd like to think that being relatively lax about this kinda thing is just my personality and not necessarily my sexuality. At the same time, girls have typically been more of a problem than a sexual blessing -- and after enough time, you wonder how much it weighs on you. While I can jokingly say that I'd make a decent gay guy, it's just not how I swing emotionally and psychosocially. And if I were just into getting nailed... well... I should be a gay guy. Easy access. Just thinkin' aloud.