I'm tempted to begin this entry with "WELL... NUTS ". And so I will. Fucking scar tissue Looking up old friends Just got a phone call from my urologist's office telling me the doctor wants a testicular ultrasound. So...this Thursday I get to go and get the inside of my nuts examined for the third time (in a decade). Looking for any changes to the varicocele, any testicular tortion, or any other things that might explain my chronic left-side pain. I've got a medical fetish which, fortunately, never manifests itself under actual medical situations. I know I won't get hard, and I know I won't bother with any kids of "modesty protection" (really?), but I'd really rather not have to go lay down in a lab for twenty minutes as a disinterested stranger runs a sensor over my balls.  Stay tuned. Well. Fun. My turn Just got a phone call from my urologist's office telling me the doctor wants a testicular ultraso

There's a forum I frequent upon which a variety of sexual topics are discussed. Recently one of the members started a thread asking about Best Friends and how much they know about your sex life. Excellent topic, and it received a virtual spectrum of responses ranging from "we never discuss sex and it's none of their business" to "yeah, he/she knows just about everything." Which brings me to the topic of intimacy. How close are you and your closest friends? And how do you measure it? To me the first response above of "we never discuss sex and it's none of their business" is a sad one. It means, to me, that you don't really have the sort of deep bond and intimate trust that, again to me, is a requirement of those closest friendships. (For the purpose of discussion I'm eliminating spouses and romantic partners. They, obviously, are the very people who you can have those intimate conversations. In this column I'm reserving