Size Matters To A Feminist (by Nicky Douglas)
THERE ARE WOMEN who say that writing about “size” is the antithesis of feminism.
That we should be embracing everyone, regardless of age, gender, ability, colour, creed, sexuality – or size of genitalia.
Well, metaphorically YES
but, literally NO
I’ll stand up for anyone who’s been let down by the white, male, hetero, able-bodied establishment – even those men who are undersized.
But EVERYONE has a right to choose her partner based on her preferences (and I’ll stand up for that right too!).
Men don’t have to be well-built, 6′ 5″, dark-haired, clean shaven geniuses (genii?) to attract me, they don’t even have to be able to add 2 and 2 together.
But there ARE two things they have to have:
a belief that I’m not inferior to them
and a big penis.
Yes, I’ve said it.
And I’m by no means the only one.
Two feminist friends of mine, Zoey and Max, aren’t afraid to agree.
“They have to be a certain size for me”, said Zoey, “it’s NOTHING to do with pc or equality – it’s just what feels right. How can it be anything to do with equality when I don’t even have one to equal it?”.
“BUT”, I limbered up to ask the $64,000 question, “what would you say if a boy demanded big breasts?”.
They both raised their eyebrows.
“Well”, said Max, “I’d say he knows nothing about sex.
“Size of breasts makes no difference to the act. It would make more sense to reject us on vulva size. But they don’t know how big our vulva is until it’s too late – and anyway you can be pretty sure that if we need a big dick we’ve got the room to accommodate it!”.
“Part of feminism is a woman’s right to choose”, said Zoey,
“and we choose mega ones!”.