The Black Penis

In the Sunday Iimes magazine Wesley Morris, the former drama critic of the Boston Globe, and now a cultural critic at large, in his usual beautiful and thoughtful prose wrote an interesting piece on the penis, specifically the general expectation upon seeing a black penis, the fear in the public at large that the black penis will be so large, much more commanding than its white counterparts.  I know of this expectation lodged in the hearts and brains of white males, have heard it referenced often when the occasion for talking about naked black males among white males arises.  I was once indeed amused when in a hotel room with an enormously tall majestic black professional athlete who had disrobed down to his underpants in preparation for our having sex, he paused, looked over and said, as a way of warning : "I only have an ordinary sized prick." I would not have imagined otherwise.  Starting when I was fifteen years old I had had a twice a week encounter with a kid my age, the only black in our small town high school, who lived with the cruel experience of being a star athlete and very popular with the boys in the locker room, but because of his skin color never invited to the parties nor asked out on dates.  He and I encountered each other one night in the shadows near the stadium trying to sneak into a basket ball tournament, and when we failed in that endeavor, I discovered myself wildly aroused, and he a sexual outlet for his otherwise untapped libido.  Larry and I became great friends of a special kind.  He was a young male with normal sexual appetites who took advantage of the only game in town available to him, I was a bright gay young middle class kid who wanted into his pants.  We spent the next eight years two evenings a week in the shadows of the city park in my car, and both talkers, followed the coitus with a half hour of banter.  He never acknowledged me especially if we came across each other down town or at school.  So it never occurred to me that black males are supposed to be especially endowed.  And further experience of them in bed over the years gave me no reason to change my expectations.  They were just guys, like any other male on the planet.  I always told my children and my students that they should have sexual experience of persons of other races so as to dispel the mystique.  How I secretly envied my daughter's year in Kenya and her Masai boyfriend!  But straight males are always worrying about their own equipment, how it measures up.  That's one of the virtues of teenaged gay promiscuity: you learn that although they come in all sizes and shapes, they are pretty much the same.  The ancient Greek sculpture shows them small, seems they found larger penises aesthetically unpleasing.  Ancient athletes exercised and competed in the nude with their dick strapped to their leg, to avoid its flopping around.  The myth of the large black penis is certainly a subconscious reaction to the guilt of the white slave owner.  Revenge rape is a natural concomitant.  Look at the army of invading Soviet soldiers who methodically raped every woman they could manage when they entered Berlin.