When I restarted this blog a couple weeks ago I had some concern that, having previously run out of things to say, it might be expecting too much of myself to find new things and revisit some previous entries. Fortunately, my imagination has kicked in and I find myself making little notes about potential new topics. Enough so I have at least a couple/three months worth of bi-weekly essays to come. Thanks for sticking with me through this long gestation. One old man (not me) It strikes me I need to do some editing on the artwork for this site. The sub-heading on the banner above is "One middle-aged man's take on sex, society, and his penis."  I am forced, kicking and screaming, to acknowledge that this is now "One old man's take..." Yep. I am now officially in the "old" category. When I started this blog - actually when I started its predecessor, which ran for a couple of years before its email account was compromised - I was in my mid-fifties, sti...

(Apologies for the relative lack of pictures. Blogger is having fits of some kind and not posting all of my selections. And when it does, it's a wrestling match to get them properly placed.) Well. Hello. It's been a while. Mainly because I felt I'd covered all the topics I wanted to cover and nothing else was coming to mind. but I can tell some things are percolating, so the long (year and a half!)  creative dry spell is over. Well...sort of. Let me catch you up to date, then on to the new topic. My sex life is still pretty much non-existent save for my own private efforts. My wife and I had a pretty decent level of activity until she had a medical emergency that pretty much stopped cold her ability to have/want sex.  Unfortunately for me, I love sex. I love sexuality. I love bringing pleasure to someone else. I love experiencing skin on skin and the intimate moments between people. That, to me, was a major part of my being until my wife's crisis. Sex was a fundamental ...