I think my mother and I have silently agreed not to discuss it. Truth is, I don't feel comfortable knowing, much less having a conversation, about my endowment. My parents divorced almost twenty years ago, so if it just so happened that I got my size from my father, so be it. It's not important. And I've been pretty much in charge of what clothes I choose to wear, and my mom might slip me a few sweaters during Christmas.

She gave me some Joe Boxer boxer briefs a while back and I -- and my package, silently -- thanked her. She caught on quickly that briefs were never going to be good with me. I just said that they weren't comfortable.

Heh. I recently taught a parenting unit on teaching sexuality and sexual self-respect to children. I find it interesting that my mom was too bashful to have much of a formal sex talk with me -- hell, she'd lapse into Greek to name body parts. And she was pretty comfortable with nudity at home. She walked around bare-assed and after a certain age, I started locking doors and asking Mom not to come in while I was in the shower. She laughed at me for being modest, but respected my boundary -- a good thing in the end.