I mostly lurk over at the porn area but saw this thread and felt like posting a reply. I rarely browse the "relationships" forum anymore because I have a tiny 4.5 inch penis and the humiliation I feel from this on a daily basis has gradually made it impossible to hook up with guys anymore or even entertain the idea of a relationship. Those of you avg or above avg have NO idea what it's like to be small, and I probably wouldn't either if I weren't small. You can't imagine the lonely prison your life becomes when having a rewarding sex life--and the human companionship it forms such an integral part of--becomes a remote, unlikely prospect.
Even with someone I really cared for (and who cared for me) I can't enjoy sex or the sexual aspect of the relationship knowing that I'm inadequate in that one, inescapably important area--that there's something missing, something not fully satisfying, and that sooner or later my partner will realize this, too (maybe some have, but wouldn't tell me). This is to say nothing of the embarassment of having to put yourself out there each time you get with someone new, and likely being seen as either (1) a joke, (2) a pathetic charity case, or (3) some weird, one-time "try anything once" kind of situation.
And the truth is: I don't blame guys for their preferences, because sex is sex and everyone has their own taste. I blame genetics, which endowed me with the one flaw you can't correct: you can lose weight, cultivate your personality achieve success, but you can't change your dick. I graduated at the top of an ivy league school, speak three languages, have a career in a field I'm passionate about, and I would trade everything I have, in an instant, for a normal penis. Indeed, I was stupid to think anything mattered in the first place when you don't have a normal penis, because it just doesn't.
These days I can't even watch TV anymore because the happy couples I see remind me of what I can never have. I feel like I'm watching life behind a glass ("look, don't touch"), and some days I wonder if I haven't already died and gone to hell. I'll find out soon enough, probably by year's end, when I work up the nerve to kill myself. I can't face a life without romantic love, having someone to wake up next to in 40 years, who's as crazy about me as I am him, knows me as intimately as I do him. I can imagine someone reading this and saying I should seek psychiatric help: well, I've been on antidepressents for two years; drugs can only change your mood, but not your beliefs; cognitive therapy only works if you can change your premises and accept new ones, but when it comes to having a (very) small penis, there's no escaping the awful truth, no matter how much you try to rationalize things or look on the bright side.
I would bet a lot of money that a large percent of annual suicides in this country are from men living with this curse. Some researcher somewhere should look into it; it would make an interesting study. I'd volunteer.