Vestal Blue, I’ll try to find a support (snicker) board for you.
Oh, c’mon guys, you aren’t being very niiiice. (Said in a flat, serious voice)
You think all those dweebs who write into the Penthouse Forum don’t need support ::snickers:: and love ::guffaws:: too? It isn’t exactly like they can’t join the writers group at the local community college.
Sheesh. Thanks for the heads-up (OKAY, I’m sorry!), Ayesha. It makes everyone here look magnificently sane, doesn’t it?
Veb
hehehe…I do believe the SDMB has hit the LPSG
Oh, piffle. Come on, SDMB Men. Is having a really big penis a real problem? I don’t have a penis (well, not on me, anyway. My husband is borrowing it), so I really don’t know. Do women run screaming? Do other men tremble with fear? Is it really so bad to have to use both hands to hold it when you pee? Do toilet seats pose a more serious threat than we ever imagined? Please, quench my thirst for knowledge!
Wow. I can’t wait to see who has the, um, guts to answer Cristi’s questions 
Do gentlemen feel the same way when we busty ladies whine?
Catrandom
LMAO…will not post smartass comment walks away
Oh no, Cristi – no problem at all! And I’m sure you make exactly that sort of comment to your friends who have large breasts, too. <i>I’m very disappointed</i>
I’m sure none of you were self-conscious in those stupid school mandated gym shorts. Try being a short guy in XXL shorts – can you say ultra-doofus? Or better yet, try being the guy who dangled out of his jock and down the leg of his shorts the week of school after moving. Oh, yes, I certainly enjoyed being a museum piece in the lockerroom. Eighth graders are sooo kind. And it does so much for your sense of safety and self worth when the coaches just snicker and ignore you requests to change in the equipment room. Five years of mandated harrassment.
Go ahead, guess my nicknames, I’m sure you used the same ones in your school! And of course, no boy would care if a girl really liked him for him, and not just for some prank or curiosity. Being a human target for dares and scavenger hunts – oh that’s popularity, right? Who needs to feel loved when you can have sex – or flashbulbs in your face, and girls running away giggling?
And baggy pants were such a rage in the 70’s, weren’t they? I looked like a total slob. I never got to wear cool pants, and tight jeans were painful – but even concealing clothing only drew attention to it (or made me look like a dork at the clubs) Forget Jordache. Forget Levis. Young people don’t care about dressing like their friends or anyone on their freaking decade! I couldn’t meet a girl at a disco, I looked like a retard.
Sure, any teenage guy would enjoy being caught with an erection in class, right – a sign of potency, isn’t it? Well, what if not just your erections, but your mild ‘firmings’ - the ones that come from nowhere were not only very obvious but very uncomfortable.
Oh yeah, even little things like dozing off in class creates visible signs often. The penis often ‘inflates’ slightly during the day. All guys know this, but it’s never a problem for most (it’s not just dirty thoughts. Trust me, no one has the energy for dirty thoughts after three sleepless days on a surgery rotation.)
And school teachers are so understanding too. They don’t think you’re a perve, not at all. It doesn’t cause whispers in the teacher’s lounge and PTA. Nobody would ever equate a body part with immorality. They don’t think that about the big chested girls do they? OH yes, you have a snowball’s chance in hell of having your girlfriend’s parents like you.
Even as an adult – do you know what an airline seatbelt is? A guillotine. Underwear – you have to take in the waitbands on oversized undies, and wear a jock when normal guys don’t. C’mon is a strap comfortable for anyone? You don’t feel self-conscious on a crowded subway – everyone gets those accusations from women during rushhour, don’t they? And every guy gets reported to the subway police sometimes. No biggie.
And professional training? You’ll never be able to catch a few quick winks ever without the assurance of privacy. Oh that won’t affect you in med school and residency, no not at all. Because you’re supposed to be man enough to not care if the nurses snicker and point behind your back. You’re supposed to nod sagely as the Chairman of the department says “Well, you can hardly blame them.”
Well of course not. Because you’re a human FREAK. You have not rights. Not even the right to be traumatized by a life of that crap. AND THERE IS NO SURGERY, NOR RESEARCH. it’s not uncommon, but you’re supposed to be grateful!
Angry? No, you get used to the laughter. You even laugh along. But everyone once in a while you get reminded that no one cares what you’ve had to endure – the embarrassment and trauma. And no one ever will.
Even your shrink has a tough time keeping a straight face
I’ll say this much. My wife always ends up with a smile on her face. 
You’re the Girth-Diggler Too???
Sheesh…we thought we were so smart…
-Sam
P.S.-- I know someone who’s been verrrrry naughty, playing with the minds of the massive-membered men’s community…be compassionate! THis was their safe-haven away from all of you people poking, and prodding, and teasing them<SnifF>…Waaaaah…Don’t cry KP, I’m sure some woman will rush to your rescue, or rather to rescue you from damaging you oh-so big member–wouldn’t want to hurt your only positive aspect, now would you?
Jazzmine, I hope not. We don’t need anoth SDMB and LBMB type situation.
But you know I found the addy for that site listed on another board, and I’m sure a site like that attracts trolls like sugar does flies.
I only posted the url because I thought some dopers might find it funny. I did