Your Penis Project was recently brought to my attention by Deborah Johnson, a colleague of mine in the medical profession who has corresponded with you in the past. I must say your statement that "men take their penises way too seriously" really resonates with me (female) and my female colleagues. We as a society have a long way to go with this dialogue—men and their uneasy relationship with their private parts, of particular concern to me being how it impacts their wellness, their longevity—so thank you so much for doing your part to issue the corrective!
Following is a personal essay I've posted on both sexual politic and healthcare web forums which you might find both informative and entertaining.
Heavens, I haven’t seen so many penises in one setting since I happened upon my old college roommate’s stash of Playgirl magazines. I love the Penis Project and what it represents, exposure and exploitation of men. As a woman of thirty-six who until recently has been flat-chested all of her adult life (and I do mean flat, flat as a board) I feel that men should have some idea as to the insecurity I and other women so slighted by Mother Nature must endure throughout adolescence and beyond. I recently opted for breast enhancement surgery and, boy, how I’m fetching male gazes now, getting asked out seemingly at every turn so I believe you have a real lesson here which needs to be heard.
Some of us women love to tease about penis size, that seven (inches) is the magic number—reference the proverbial joke about the black woman who had a man she fondly dubbed “7Up—Seven inches and they’s always up” or the female anchor woman who allegedly made the television on-air gaffe, asking her weatherman “So, Harry, what happened to the seven inches you promised me last night?” (she was referring to snow, mind you, LOL).
My perusal of your uproarious Penis Project just happened to coincide with my recent acquaintance with the next-to-nothing apparel the women are wearing in beach volleyball competition these days, most recently in evidence during the Beijing Olympics. Following is a little pertinent anecdote I shared last week with some girlfriends and fellow sexual politic bloggers which I thought you might enjoy.
Six or so months ago a guy I’d just recently been introduced to, Sean (my now boyfriend), was fielding ideas for a second date. I suggested that we check out our new neighborhood aquatic center, go for a swim as we both swam competitively in high school and I wanted to work the old front crawl and backstroke back into my regular workout regimen.