Diamond, while I agree that that’s excelent advice, you have to understand the sheer agony that most western males endure based upon the penis size mystique. Women can relate in some ways by virtue of the oft-experienced breast anxiety, but it’s different - so different. Breasts are not functional in sexual activity.
I’m an intelligent man. I am a philosopher - I’ve read Stendahl and Ariosto. I am in touch with my emotions. I am realistic and reasonable. I am not driven by biological urges. I have clawed and scratched my way towards enlightenment my whole life.
Yet STILL the penis size bit haunts me. Why? Western pop culture and the gender issues that have evolved here. I know the majority of most women don’t care about it, but penis size is such a powerful icon that I can’t fully shake it. Men DO care about it. It needs not be an obsession, but it’s still lurking around. It affects their basic confidence. I’ve actually started out above average, but been convinced throughout most of my life that I was small because of the dis-reality that pop culture gives us and that we (men and women) gobble up. Believe it or not, it matters. Intellect and understanding can’t seem to probe the primordial gut feelings we have when comparing ourselves against the “norm”.
To add to this, there are many women out there who recognize and exploit this weakness. There exist prideful people who only experience happiness when enacting cruel tyrannies on others as a demonstration of their power. Sad, but true.
Anytime a man fails, in any way, to satisfy a woman (and yes, pop culture has become a performance, goal-based activity), there’s a little part of him that wonders if a larger penis wouldn’t have done the trick. It’s only a short jump to wondering whether her previous men were better endowed, which then leads to the certainty that she’s wistfully pining away for the “good old days”. Many women’s fantasies involve symbolically huge penises. Men simply can’t handle the idea that their women fantasize about something that they cannot provide. It’s part of being a man.
We all try as much as possible to transcend our own biological follies, but not Intellect, education, reason, nor emotional gymnastics can alter certain fundamentals of our soul. Again, sad, but true.
As a single example, look at the reports on this board. Men have grown by 1 inch and are suddenly swaggering with confidence. I can assure you, that confidence, in at least some minor manner, has an effect on nearly every aspect of their lives.
You’re certainly not alone Raffis. I don’t even have kids, but I’ve considered this too. I thought to myself “Holy Frijoles! If I’d known about this when I was 14, when my body was still growing and most receptive to PE, and my self-concept was most impressionable… I’d have avoided not a few of the struggles that ensued (and pursued) later in life”. I would certainly love to save my son the hassle if I ever produce one.
But… how to do it? We aren’t so liberal as the ancient arabs here in the USA it seems; if you simply showed him, I think you’d run a huge risk of being found guilty of some sexual perversion and sent to prison despite your son’s pleas. Not only that, but I’m not sure that the American family is ready for that level of bonding… I think the only thing to do would be to “plant” some information somewhere and at the same time develop a very open relationship with your children. Perhaps then a son may strike out on his own or even voice his concerns to his father later on… you never know. Whatever the case, from an educational point of view, the boy isn’t going to care until it’s important to him - so what’s important is to lay the groundwork for that eventuality.
But still, none of it matters a squat if the kid turns out shallow and emotionally stunted. Parenthood is a daunting endeavor.