I got an email the other day asking whether or not I ought to just admit I'm gay. The writer noted that the majority of my entries seem to focus on male/male relations rather than the more traditional male/female roles. And yes, I get that. To the long term reader I have to admit it looks like I'm far more than the "20%" I suggest here and elsewhere. I am bisexual, but have a much greater appreciation of male/female sexuality than perhaps the majority of my posts suggest. When I started this blog it was to go into and examine my sexuality. As a late-50s male I'm confronting a variety of issues related to sex, sexuality and my own sexual satisfaction. I only have two close friends I can discuss this with, and my wife is enduring an ongoing medical condition which prevents any sexual activity. (If you're new here, I was highly active - even promiscuous - in high school and college. I experimented a lot, and retain many of those sexual attitudes, if not...

I have a pretty open mind about sexual things. Non-judgmental, even if I wouldn't like to do it myself. As long as everyone involved is a willing - and even enthusiastic - participant, I'm all in. In my mind it's absolutely presumptuous for anyone - anyone - to tell (almost*) anyone else what they're doing is wrong. (* - The exceptions, quite strong, are towards pedophiles and non-human sex. By that I mean animals and necrophilia. I'm perfectly okay with almost any other kind of sex between consenting adults. No more, no less.**) (** - What you do with inanimate objects, like your vibrator or fleshlight, is your own business.) I've been present when people were having sex, usually as a non-participating viewer. That's called voyeurism. In college seeing friends have sex was just part of the crowd I - excuse the expression - "hung out" with. We saw each other naked, and were, at infrequent times, turned on enough (and drunk enough) to jus...

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...

I've mentioned before that I was quite adventurous sexually during my college years. Under the philosophy of "try anything once" I was open to a variety of adventures, some of which are best left alone to rot under the headline of "bad ideas", but some serve to inform my current review of my sexuality. I don't expect anything terribly useful to come of my introspections given that I am effectively celibate for the forseeable future (see the previous entries on my wife's medical condition). So, in some ways, I'm left to live in the past. I've mentioned previously that I am essentially bisexual. Roughly 80% female oriented, with 20% or so male oriented. It made for some interesting encounters over the years, and part of who I am is because I find both men and women attractive, though for almost entirely different reasons. Aesthetically I am drawn to both. As a photographer I would love to start a new series of shot...