I am not particularly large or small, but the woman I loved most told me I was perfect, but she said it in a manner that made me think she didn’t think I would be, so because we were in the throes of sex, I took that in a good way, but because we are no longer together, I look down at Mr. Winky and see it as an uncertainty, like whether or not astronauts actually leave the planet, or all those movies are just filmed in a secret location in the Mojave. But, in all seriousness, sex has always been good, mainly because when it happens, I have waited to have it with someone I care deeply about and if my partners have not done the same it’s their own damn fault. Why would anyone be with someone they don’t love for more than the size of something or other? That’s why I still love my exes. They were and are fascinating people with whom I could not help but want to f#ck. It’s like I got to be in their universes for a moment, and I never wanted to leave. I still love them and feel the loss completely.