Joe is twenty-nine years old,five feet eight, and has the muscular body of an athlete in peak condition. His fair complexion gives him a clean-cut all-American look. His passion is working out in the gym. Joe lifts weights four times a week and competes in bodybuilding contests. During the day he manages a fast-food franchise with hopes of purchasing another soon. As he spoke to me alone, he recalls what he believes is “the problem” by going back more than twenty years.

“My parents were divorced when I was five,” he began, “and the custody battle raged on for years. Joe sat seriously on the chair across from me looking nervously at the floor. ” My father told me that my mom cheated on him. I was in court and I remember being pulled from my dad. It was ten years before they would communicate again. “The memories I have are painful. Dad was verbally abusive to mom,and she hit him and then he’d hit her back. I wound up in a shelter for two weeks and couldn’t see either one of them. He didn’t say much to motivate me, but had a lot to say that was denigrating. He called me a ’squirt’ and told me to be a man.’

“One day, Dad brought home a porno film to show me. I was about twelve years old. All I can remember were these men with huge cocks.It left quite an impression on me. “When I was with my mother, she was very strict and gave me the physical discipline she said I needed. My dad just wasn’t around very much. He died of leukemia when he was thirty-five and I was fourteen. I never really got to know him.” “Tell me about your sexual development,” I invited. “I had a tough time,” he said.”I never felt uncomfortable taking group showers

because my penis was smaller than everyone else’s.” “How d