Australia's foremost sexologist answers your most intimate questions in his
usual blunt, forthright manner!

 

Dear Dr. Dick,
I was intrigued recently with the wonderful news concerning that world-first surgical procedure in Lyon, France, where a gifted Aussie surgeon in a nine-hour operation provided a long-term amputee with the hand of a dead man. As media attention seems to have drifted away from this inspiring case, I'd like an update as to how the patient is faring a few months down the track.


Got to hand it to 'em
Manly, Sydney.

Dr Dick replies:
Not to good, I'm saddened to have to report. While the post-operative care team was first concerned about whether the patient's immune systems would reject his donor hand, the opposite is now the case and is causing grave concern. The donor, it turns out, was a compulsive wanker.

 

Dear Dr. Dick,
I've been thinking of trying anal sex with my boyfriend. If I go to the toilet before hand and let it all out, how can I be sure that there still won't be some left on his penis?

Tywanna Ivy Gulley
June 23, 1998

 

Dr Dick replies:
Your e-mail causes me a great deal of concern, my child, so I'd like to share a little piece of wisdom passed down to me by my maternal grandfather.
A former meatworker at Ross River Abattoir in Townsville, gramps is long gone now, of course, but I still remember the pearls of wisdom that used to spill from his lips as we sat on the verandah of his high-set worker's cottage at Oonoonba. He was a big bull of a man with a burnt-red leather exterior that belied a heart of gold and a temperament of marshmallow.
I remember one summer when I was about nine, and we were watching the bats fly overhead in their squadrons of thousands, blackening the sky and bringing on dusk a few minutes early. Gramps had been musing on a number of his favourite topics - the Ashes Test cricket then under way and the Aussies' lack of a world-class all-rounder, the way the bosses at the abattoir hated workers for bargaining collectively and being prepared to strike for fair pay and conditions, and his pet subject – the beauty and wonderment of women, especially his beloved wife of 30 years, his princess Maud.
"When you grow up, lad," he told me that night, "promise me one thing."
I realised he was waiting for me to nod, and he continued once I had responded.
"Never, ever," he said. "go up the tan track without a rubber!"
That sound piece of advice - offered decades before the scourge of AIDS - has stayed with me to this day, and it's one you and your boyfriend should take heed of.

 

Dear Dr Dick,
It's kind of ironic that at a time when Viagra seems to be in the news ever other day, I have the exact opposite problem. I get erections all the time; often in situations that are very, very embarrassing. Is there some medication on the market to put a stop to these constant erections - an anti-Viagra pill, so to speak?


Horns of a dilemma
Toowoomba.

Dr Dick replies:
Help is at hand. I have this very afternoon mailed to you in plain paper wrapping some full-colour publicity shots thoughtfully provided by the electoral office staff of newly appointed Aged Care Minister Bronwyn Bishop.

 

Dear Doctor Dick,
What is the difference between fat and cholesterol? Have you ever woken up with a cholesterol?

Graham Critchley
October 7, 1998

Dr Dick replies:
Once or twice, and it probably goes without saying but they were absolute whoppers!

 

Dear Doctor Dick,
I have a problem. My dick is only an inch long and I don’t know what the fuck to do about it. All the girls I have been with always leave before the condom is put on, because the condom won't fit. What should I do? Is there such thing as extra small condoms? Please give me some advice cause I really need a screw.


Chris Williams, Kingaroy
October 23, 1998

 

Dr Dick replies:
Dear former friend of Chris Williams of Kingaroy. What sort of arsehole would humiliate a mate by using his name on a one-inch-dick query to Doctor Dick? Someone with a one-inch dick too embarrassed to use his own name, that's whom! Still, my professionalism requires me to give you a straight up answer, even if it's only an inch long.
If you go through the Queen Street mall in Brisbane and walk up Isles Lane about 20 metres, you'll find a small chemist shop there that specialises in a South African brand of condom designed especially for the diminutive Kalahari bushmen. Or at least that's what I've been told.

 

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