The Clitoris: Does Size Really Matter?

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Clitoris Author’s note: (In this post I will use Google-recommended euphemisms for the word VAGINA. They will be written ALL IN CAPS).

Henry has informed me that I am blogging entirely too much about the BIRTH CANNON so I perused my recent posts and discovered he’s right. I apologize if I’ve offended anyone. Having said that the following post is yet again thematically bound to that enigma, wrapped inside of a conundrum, housing the labyrinth that is the LADY JANE. It will be my last such post for at least two months. I will be going on a VA-JAY-JAY cleanse after this. So bear with me:

Yesterday I had my regular check-up with my long-time OBGYN, Dr. Beezy. I had a burning … question I needed answered after my friend Dolores confessed she has to try not to orgasm. That practically anything can bring one on – i.e. laughing energetically, sneezing due to seasonal allergies, accidentally touching the dryer when it’s on – because apparently she has a colossal clitoris.

I instantly felt inadequate. Was I gypped in the clitoral department? Was my orgasm too elusive? Should I be having more of them? Should they be more Kazowee? What the hell was I missing??

“So,” I said to Dr. Beezy from a reclining position with my feet in stirrups, “You’ve probably seen a lot of LADY BITS in your day.”

“I’ve seen my fair share,” she replied from her station between my legs.

“So, I was just wondering … you know … is my? … um … is my clitoris …why is that word so … ack … anyway, how does it compare to other clitorises?  I mean, is mine … Lilliputian?”

“Hmmm …” said Dr. Beezy as she contemplate my CLEFT TUFT, “No, no, I would definitely say it’s … average.”

“Average?”

“Yes, average.”

“So it’s there. You can see it?”

“Yes, it’s right there,” she pointed.

“Average,” I mulled, not the most flattering word. Magnificent would’ve been nice. Promontorial even better. A promontory, in fact, from which one could see the intersection of the Pacific, Atlantic and Indian Oceans the best. But I could live with Average.

“One more thing,” I queried.

“Yes?”

I’d also been reading about menopause as I’m on its hit list somewhere in the next five years or so (I tried to move into the Anti-Menopause Witness Protection Program with no luck, my Hormones are simply too conspicuous, especially when they wear the fake mustaches and Justin Timberlake fedoras).

“I was wondering, now that I’m older, if maybe … things aren’t quite what they used to be in my … YUM YUM?”

“How so?”

“There seem to be some pretty depressing adjectives attached to the Menopausal TINGLE FLOWER … you know … lax, slack … flaccid?”

“Let’s just see.”  Suddenly Dr. Beezy’s gloved index finger and thumb marauded two of my non-verbal orifices. “Squeeze my fingers,” she commanded.

I made a rather high-pitched squeak, then concentrated all my strength in my pelvic floor (standing room only) and performed a Kegel. I was disappointed when her finger and thumb weren’t severed instantly, to be fished out later and reattached. But I noticed an expression cross Dr. Beezy’s face that suggested things were better than she expected in my … MAP OF TASMANIA.

“You’re doing just fine. Keep up the Kegels.” As you may have noticed Dr. Beezy is not prone to descriptive superlatives.

She then proceeded with the cursory examination, palpitating my breasts, which had been minding their own business engaged in a hand of Canasta, smoking clove cigarettes and tippling Kette One.

Dr. Beezy found A Lump.

I went instantly from smug self-congratulation about my Average Clitoris and Just-Fine Orifii to picturing myself in an oncology ward. It’s all fun and games until someone gets cancer.

In the hour between Dr. Beezy finding the nerve-jangling lump and an ultrasound which revealed it to be a benign lump just trying to scare the crap out of me, I was reminded yet again that these bodies are on loan. They do what they want to do while we’re eating egg whites, flax seeds and hemp hearts, Kegeling away. They promise us nothing. They can be whimsical and cruel. This being human is an endlessly humbling business. I wouldn’t mind so much if I had an orgasm when I sneezed.

For more on the incredible, spectacular EEL SKINNER go to:  All About My YAYA

Or Eve Ensler’s The HAIRY MANILOW Monologues

And I promise to stop blogging about the HAPPY VALLEY for a while. Frankly I’m sick of all the porn spam I’m getting. Feel free to share any of your embarrassing unasked questions below. I may be able to help. Or just make things more confusing.

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  1. Sadie Sez
    Sadie Sez 17 October, 2011, 02:49

    Dear WFKAB,
    You and coffee are the only reasons I get out of bed in the mornings.
    So glad your lump was only an impostor and your Lady Jane is “doing just fine”.
    Honestly, the indignities we suffer for being women. Don’t get me started.
    xo

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    • Shannon Colleary
      Shannon Colleary 17 October, 2011, 08:07

      Good morning Sadie — your comments are the reason I post. Thanks so much. And I hope you’re right about my friend because I have Clitoris Envy.

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  2. Sadie Sez
    Sadie Sez 17 October, 2011, 03:05

    Oh, and PS. I think your friend is a big fat liar. :)

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  3. GirltoMom- Heidi
    GirltoMom- Heidi 17 October, 2011, 13:42

    Now I want to know if mine is special! Somehow I know it is. Keep doing the tough reporting work, girlfriend.

    XXX- Girl to Mom.com- Heidi

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    • Mona
      Mona 16 October, 2013, 08:27

      It’s a very wise answer of Mr/s Snout.The first freitlity test commonly performed in order to diagnose the cause of male infertility is the semen analysis test. Any problems affecting sperm shape (morphology), sperm movement (motility), or sperm count will require a semen analysis test. The cost of infertility tests can range from a few hundred to a few thousand dollars, depending on the sophistication of the required freitlity test.Good luck.

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  4. Shannon Colleary
    Shannon Colleary 17 October, 2011, 14:56

    Hi Heidi — if yours is special I don’t want to know! Next week I’m reporting on elephantitis of the uvula.

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  5. Jamie
    Jamie 18 October, 2011, 13:40

    Certainly glad the lump was okay. That can really send a good day in the wrong direction real fast. And as far as size mattering — I’m not the doctor — but I would think it’s more a matter of good location, rather than mass. Just sayin.

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  6. julie fedderson
    julie fedderson 19 October, 2011, 21:42

    It’s not the size of the man in the boat, it’s how quickly you work the oars. Naughty nautical notch humor.

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    • Shannon Colleary
      Shannon Colleary 19 October, 2011, 23:27

      Oh Julie, you are a gem. And I am loving your blog. How you find time to be a DOCTOR and also blog so beautifully is beyond me.

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  7. Tricia
    Tricia 20 October, 2011, 19:57

    Just buy a clitoris pump and have fun pumping it up and making your clitoris larger … its easy

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  8. Shannon Colleary
    Shannon Colleary 21 October, 2011, 01:00

    Does a device like this exist? Can I cross over into perpetual nirvana so effortlessly?

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  9. Catherine
    Catherine 31 October, 2011, 21:36

    Thank you for this brilliant, brilliant laugh. You are bracingly honest and bloody funny. Hope we get the “collected works” in book form one day.

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  10. Danny Dix
    Danny Dix 18 April, 2012, 07:41

    Yes, a BOOK!!…..I can’t wait for the centerfold…is there a law?….can the whole book be just scads of centrefolds?….. no wait, I’m starting to feel staples. Ouch.

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