The BIG thin.

Far too often our expectations do not stack up to what's in front of our faces (specifically our mouths). If you talk the talk, can you walk the walk...and fuck the fuck?

Our society has allowed men and women, but still-- mostly men, to create elaborate fairytales about how fantastic they are when they horizontal with someone else. It becomes an excuse to say "Yes, I have an 8 inch penis and I'm a porn star in bed" when in fact, they are hung like a mouse and lay still like a semi-warm fish seeped in milk for tenderizing.

When did it become okay to lie about our sexual resume?

I dated someone recently who, by the book and on paper, was supposed to be a sex god. I should have been laying exhausted every day, sometimes multiple times a day, spent. I was assured that I'd be more than pleasured from the get go. Yet in reality, I spent more time pouring my frustrations out on handily-accessible porn due to the lackluster sex I was getting.

When in these situations, those of us who want the experiences to go well try everything: new positions, role-playing, the drive-by-fucking, toys, even food.

But does even the best game-face still fall short when our lovers aren't making the touchdown?

I'm fairly certain it's rejection fear.
While it's conjecture at this point (no one outside of a therapist's office of a really boozy night will breath word one), the idea that being honest about flaws, or normality is terrifying to most people. Perfection is airbrushed and glossed over in the glossies, so it's only natural to assume that physically, we aren't up to measure.

But I can accept a bit of lea-way when it comes to enhancing the truth, much as Heidi Montag does in all inches of her skin. If you are a B-cup breast on the verge of a C and you like having larger breasts, there should be no fault in saying you are a C-cup. The same with having a 7.25" penis, and saying it's 7.5". Sometimes, we all need a half inch or cup size.