Okay. This blog is about self-discovery and the sexual perspectives of a man in his late 'fifties and somewhat victim - and I use that word very loosely - of the early '80s "I'll fuck anybody" scene. I have been losing weight lately. A considerable amount, with more yet to come. Down fifty,  and another forty in my sites. But that's not why I'm here. I want to examine a lot of my sexual situation from a psychological standpoint, which includes current and changing physiological impacts of the weight change. In many ways the weight loss has brought back some feelings and priorities for me. I've never been exactly modest, but it turns out that being in better physical shape has moved that towards overdrive. If I am fortunate enough to lose the remainder of the weight I want gone, another forty pounds, I am not sure how much my wife will be able to keep me clothed. (Yeah, I'm a little like a toddler in that respect. I think...

It's rare I'll post two times in a day, let alone in a week, but here we go. Much of the recent coronavirus scare has impacted me and my family/friends as much as it has most other people - fortunately we have, as of yet, not lost anyone. For those victims I reserve my most heartfelt remorse. Isolating... My wife and I are hunkering down, wearing masks when we go outdoors and generally being conscious of our own safety. My schedule has changed to working nights to avoid social contact - the place I work created a night shift specifically to allow people like me - who would otherwise be forced to take time off - to continue to get paid and work. It's a different job than I was hired to do, but I'll happily stock shelves to keep food on the table and medicines in the cabinet. I'm hoping this entry finds my readers healthy as well. Sexually little has changed, which is why I haven't really been updating of late. My wife's condition continues unab...

Anyone who takes a moment to look at the shear volume of posts and topics on this blog can reasonably assume I think a lot about sex. True. I have physical, aging and emotional things I'm working through, and this is part of my therapy. In its own way, the blog is kind of my time on the couch. One of the fundamental things on my mind as I review and talk about my sexual issues is the question of how I got to the place I am now. What formed my personal attitudes and sexual appetites, and how does/did my my physical health inform them both? In short, to spare the reader some time, I'm an overweight middle-aged man who's entire current sex life is essentially masturbation. I'm very happily married to a wonderful woman, who happens to be experiencing some significant traumas medically, leaving her unable to have vaginal intercourse. She doesn't like oral sex, and neither of us is into anal. Her difficulties aren't the focus of the blog, but help frame my c...

Masturbation is a very personal thing. By that I mean that what we enjoy, and how we enjoy it, is as unique, I think, as the number of people who do it. Which is just about everybody. (Stop lying, we know you do it too.) I masturbate fairly frequently now that my wife is suffering though her woes . Depending upon my stress level it may go from three or four times a week to daily. And on infrequent occasions I am a fucking teenager again. I'm a middle-aged man. I have been doing it for years, which means I pretty well have it down to a science. I know what excites me, and this may vary each time I need to get off. From pure mental fantasy to down and out internet porn, I have a variety of "motivators" at my disposal. As a lover of the written word, literary porn is a good way for me to get up. I enjoy reading well-written erotica. It probably started back in my teens when finding ways to excite myself wasn't as easy as turning on a computer (pardon the p...