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 ...

Fun time in the pool yesterday with my wife. CFNM*, as usual.  She's been taking pool aerobics classes at the nearby Y, so was demonstrating some of the moves they did. She grabbed her cellphone from the side of the pool and put on her playlist, and for the next forty minutes we both moved around, her exercising and me dancing. It was fun and freeing to have those moments between us. At one point she decided she needed a floatie to help with her routine. (It's kind of a bulky rubbery cylinder, about six inches in radius and three feet long.) I asked if she wanted me to retrieve it from the deck, around thirty feet from the pool. I dutifully got out and went to grab the toy, and as I came back she wolf whistled a bit. I look like shit, physically, but it was nice nonetheless. Water Aerobics anyone? It's all about enjoying the little moments. In the last post, and for a number of others, I discussed bodywork and massage. I've now had my fifth (and best) session with Mary...

  (Note to self. Don't make a New Years' resolution promising more entries before checking to make sure you've got enough topics and content you want to talk about first. It's been months since I had something nipping at my heels...) I've written previously about the fact I am a huge fan of bodywork. All sorts of massages and therapies. To me it satisfies two different needs with a single experience: muscle relaxation/pain relief, and the need for human contact. Touch. Skin to skin extended intimacy, not for sexual gratification but for physical stimulation of our largest sensory organ, the skin. In the last couple years I've written about particularly special experiences in Barcelona and San Diego, but have been unable to duplicate those experiences here in my hometown. My favorite of the more popular bodywork modalities is Thai massage, which involves a lot of stretching, combined with an oil and hot stone massage, which involves a lot of long-stroke rubs acro...

Last week my wife and I decided to take a short vacation out of town. One of the things we like to do when on a trip is pamper ourselves, usually with massages. I'm a huge fan of bodywork of all kinds, and there's little I find more indulgent and restful than a good massage. We found a local place that had great reviews online, and wasn't too expensive. Thai massage being the featured special, among other modalities.  The salon itself was a very modest affair, as these sort of places usually are. We knocked at the locked front door, and were politely let in by a young Asian gentleman.  The lobby, to be generous, had a small desk, stark white walls and pretty cheesy decor. The host, as a he called himself, handed us laminated "menus" of the treatment options. I went with what they called a therapeutic massage, essentially a Thai massage but using Tiger balm, followed by a soak in what was described as "hot tub."  We finished our paperwork, which also in...