sisyphusshrugged | letters. I get letters.

I'd like to thank the concerned citizens who have written expressing their concern about the size of my penis.

I've always thought that I had at least an average-sized penis for a biological-mother-type female, which has always been OK with me - I understand they spoil the line of knit skirts without special arrangements, and I have a hard enough time keeping track of my standard undergarments.

Apparently some of you have heard differently, however (damn - are there no gentlemen left?) and you've chosen this face-saving way to let me know.

Well, pfui.

I'm perfectly content that the penis I don't have is tastefully discreet, and I'm quite sure I wouldn't need the viagra either (boy, someone has a big mouth out there).

As with most household tools, if I find I need one for a specific task, I intend to go on as I've started and borrow my husband's.

Thank you for your concern, though. It's noted.