A quirk of my sexual persona is that a good part of my approach to sex is to ensure that my partner(s) have a great time and, if possible, have an orgasm or two. My own pleasure is secondary to that. I discovered this early in my sexual life while I was fucking a girl I knew and she came, rather hard. I discovered that this moment, in which she commented that she'd just had a great orgasm, made me much more excited and I actually felt my cock harden even further at her comment. The happier she was, the harder I became. Since that time - well, until my current involuntarily celibate condition - it has always been my intent to please the other person as the first order of business. It enhances my own pleasure knowing they got off, and lets me off the hook to enjoy my own pleasure after theirs. A lot of lovers aren't like that, and tend to focus more on their own sensations than on the other person's. My best friend and I have discussed this a few times and

Years ago I decided the best description for my approach to life is that of being a Hedonistic Bohemian. In other words, I loved deriving pleasure from life and it formed the basis for many of the habits and enjoyments I experienced. From sexual pleasures to enjoying good food, to good wine (and other drinks), to spending time expounding on all sorts of topics with friends, my life was focused on the good things we, as humans, can experience. In many ways I still consider myself a Hedonistic Bohemian. I love to wander, love meeting new people and engaging in a social experience. A Bohemian. I love the more carnal pleasures of good food, strong drink and - once upon a time - enthusiastic sex. A Hedonist. On a recent trip to the Caribbean I spent an hour or more most days on the balcony of a cruise ship with my pants off, or in the ship's bar drinking martinis with newfound friends, or enjoying the tours and foods of the various destinations we visited. And on most days

I have mentioned on several occasions that I am drawn to people who are sexually and sensually open. People who are comfortable in their own skin and enjoy the pleasures of the bodies we have been given. If you're not familiar with the name Marisa Papen , allow me to make introductions. Ms. Papen is a Belgian model who, to put it mildly, is an uninhibited provocateur of the highest caliber. Her personal website goes more into the whys and wherefores, but - having never met her - my impression is of a woman who doesn't suffer fools, and is willing to go to extremes to make sociological and political points. Not simply content to protest the social restrictions and institutional hypocrisies of largely immovable monoliths like the government of Turkey or the Catholic Church, Ms Papen (and her partner photographers) uses her own sensuality and nudity to make important statements on social issues. Being a beautiful woman with - let's face it - a rockin' body d

Dancing naked is perhaps one of the most primal, joyful and empowering things we, as human, can do. The members of the cast and audience of the Brazilian theater group Teatro Oficina know this perhaps better than anyone. The theatre troupe's regularly bacchanalian productions often involve audience members joining in the uninhibited performances while themselves fully nude, and opening themselves up to a completely joyful experience. Less sexual than it is playful (though the genitals are not ignored), the cast members circulate among the naked audience members keeping the energy alive and experience positive for everyone. These are not perfect bodies having sex, these are human bodies experiencing joy at simply being human. I have no one to dance naked with, yet cannot resist doing it on my own. If you cannot dance naked with others, dance naked by yourself. Put on your favorite tunes, strip down (in a darkened room if you like) and simply let yourself move to the

I’m going to make an observation that you might find offensive. Males, biologically and genetically, have a singular function and that is in the continuance of the species: contribute half of the genetic material to the next generation. All other masculine achievements and skills are secondary to this primal function. As such, the sole design function of the male from an organic standpoint, is to be a life-support mechanism for sperm, and to provide the physical means to deliver sperm into the uterus. That’s our evolutionary purpose, guys. Get erect, and ejaculate with as much gusto as we can manage. Get hard, cum hard. The rest is up to the female of the species. To take that load of ejaculate and merge it with her own genetic material, and then to grow that creation into a descendent organism. And in most cases, in mammals and birds, to provide nourishment for the offspring until they can fend for themselves. (Women have the heavy-lifting part of this, no

In the last year or so I’ve been pretty straightforward in my discussions about sexuality and some of the behavioral aspects of aging as well as what seems, to me at the very least, the constant exposure of my genitalia and discussions regarding them. The majority of Lil Rambler’s appearances are medical in nature and behind closed doors, though I will usually share intimate details of my life with a close few friends. I’m an open book with only a couple of people, but being a blunt sort of guy I don’t bother hiding much from anyone else if asked directly. Which brings me to an odd and re-emerging aspect of my personality: immodesty. In college I had a reasonably well-earned reputation for being naked. Not as a nudist, but someone who posed for art projects, played a fair amount of strip poker, and didn’t bother closing the door to my dorm room or asking anyone of either sex to hide their eyes if I happened to be changing. I had a pretty good physiqu