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The long & short of penis pills

 

Published 9/17/2003

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Q: I’ve received several e-mails recently from various companies marketing penis-enlargement pills. These companies say these pills will increase your penis width and length considerably. What do you know about these products? —Lusting After Longer Dong

A: I’ve always assumed that everyone who reads this publication also reads the Wall Street Journal, so it didn’t occur to me to bring Julia Angwin’s recent story on penis-enlargement pills to the attention of my readers. But just in case some of you missed it (“Some ‘Enlargement’ Pills Pack Impurities,” Aug. 13, 2003), here are the dirty bits: In a lab analysis commissioned by the WSJ, various “enlargement” pills were found to contain “significant levels of E. coli, yeast, mold, lead and pesticide residues.” E. coli is a bacterium found in shit, LALD, so the high levels of E. coli in the pills studied indicated “heavy fecal contamination,” according to Michael Donnenberg, M.D., head of the infectious-diseases department at the University of Maryland School of Medicine. Oh, and the amount of lead in the pills “surpassed the limit set by California’s strict labeling laws for ‘chemicals causing reproductive toxicity.’”

So, LALD, taking “penis-enlargement” pills won’t make your dick longer, just your bathroom breaks. I can only speculate as to why the editors of the Wall Street Journal commissioned this study — perhaps some were dissatisfied with the results they were getting? — but I’m grateful to them regardless of their motives. I fail to see how anyone could fall for an e-mail pitch selling a bigger dick in a bottle — particularly anyone as bright as the editors at the WSJ. Still, it seems clear that people who fall for spam pitches selling bigger dicks in a bottle will swallow anything.

Q: Recently I went to a massage parlor in the city where I live and I thought it would be a fun experience. Everything looked OK and the girl was not that bad, but her “hands-on” treatment was not as satisfying as the ad promised. In fact it was painful. Since then I have been feeling pretty traumatized and I am afraid I might have been molested by this girl. I currently have a girl but she doesn’t know about this. What do you think I should do? —Traumatized In O-Dot

A: I think you should shut the fuck up and stop whining. You were not molested, you big baby. Unless you were strapped to the massage table, you were free to call a halt to the action at any time and leave — and if this woman’s technique was painful or distressing, that’s exactly what you should’ve done. If you put your cock into someone else’s hands and you don’t like the way he or she manipulates it, you should pull it back.

Q: I engaged in bestiality with our household pets from age 13-16. It never went beyond oral copulation and I eventually curtailed the whole thing. I am now a 21-year-old woman who is moving toward a healthy human sex life. But I still feel horrible about my dog-cock-sucking past. Is there ever a right time to tell a partner or significant other about bestiality in your past? Will I ever be able to have a healthy relationship with a human without being able to be fully honest with them? —Mortified, Unhappy, Tortured, Tormented Soul

A: I’m all for people being honest with their significant others. But there are limits. While honesty and openness get all of the good press — too much good press, in my opinion — the crucial role that deceit plays in the health and survival of long-term relationships is all too often overlooked. Without gentle spinning, the omission of damning details and the occasional bald-faced lie, no relationship would last more than a week.

A relationship is a myth that two people create together, and myths tend to play fast and loose with the facts. When two people create a nice, lasting myth together, they don’t necessarily share every last indiscretion, bad move and blown dog. Instead they present slightly improved versions of themselves to their significant others, selling themselves not as they actually are, but as the people they would like to be. No man wants to be in a relationship with someone who tells him nothing but lies, of course, nor should you present a completely fictionalized version of yourself to your lover. But little omissions here and there, and, again, the occasional bald-faced lie, are not only permissible, MUTTS, they’re advisable.

There are benefits to this approach beyond not hearing “You fucked dogs!?” over and over again. Once someone falls in love with the idealized/edited version of yourself, you will be in the position of having to be the person you led your partner to believe you are. We all wind up having to live up to the lies we told about ourselves, and this often makes us better people. With some effort, and provided the lies weren’t huge, we can make the lies come true.

Experimenting when you’re young and horny with whatever’s handy — produce, siblings, action figures, household pets — is quite common. Various studies have shown that somewhere between 2 percent and 4 percent of women have had sex with animals (the numbers are higher for men), and most, like you, were messing around with family pets during their formative years. That represents somewhere in the neighborhood of 4.5 million women in the United States and Canada. Believe me, MUTTS, the overwhelming majority of those 4.5 million aren’t telling their significant others about their dog days. They keep that info to themselves, chalking it up to youthful horniness and/or idiocy, and they don’t burden their significant others with disturbing mental images that might make it impossible for their relationship to survive. Since they don’t tell their lovers they fucked dogs, their lovers don’t look on them as dog-fuckers. And knowing that in the eyes of their lovers they’re not dog-fuckers, MUTTS, these women are better able to stop thinking of themselves as dog-fuckers. The same can happen for you — provided you keep your dog-fucking past to yourself.

I’ve been with the same guy for almost nine years now. I could probably tell my boyfriend anything, but there are things about my past that he doesn’t know, doesn’t want to know and doesn’t need to know, just as I assume there are things about his past that I don’t know, don’t want to know and don’t need to know. You can be in love, MUTTS, and have a loving, long-term relationship and still hold some things back.

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