Oh,
lying – whether you consider it an art form or just a weekend hobby, these
little fictions make up a surprisingly large part of interpersonal
communication. They’re accepted, they’ll never really have the chance to be
questioned. I exist, comfortable in the knowledge that if I stretch. But when it comes to
fabrications, you’re bound to be found out. I learned that lesson when I
started wearing padded bras. Anatomy is a hard lie to fake – you can finagle
your way around it, keep the lights low and the hands strategically placed, but
sooner or later, my lack of boobage always came to light – I mean, really, who
did I think I was kidding?
Craig
Davidson, first man ever to lie about the length of his member, wrote this
sly essay
for Nerve’s
Secrets & Lies Issue about compulsive lying, the importance of honesty,
and what happens when you’re less than truthful about your peen.
The evening progressed, as did our drunkenness. We
ended up at her place. R. fixed some drinks and we drank them and found
ourselves making out on the sofa.
I realized my mistake: I'd told a lie that, if
events advanced down their natural line, stood a 100% chance of discovery. It
was like telling a podiatrist I had twelve toes before taking my socks off — an
expectation I could not possibly fulfill.
Read
more here…
— Caitlin MacRae
