In college I had a girlfriend who was utterly fascinated by the fact that testicles move.  For the uninitiated, the evolutionary design of our balls is to enable the production of sperm, which requires temperatures a bit below the normal body temp. The solution is to have the testes hang just outside the body cavity, cooling them just enough that they can freely produce copious amounts of swimming tadpoles, who, ideally, will race hellbent towards an ovum once they're deposited in a uterus. Okay, so much for the technical. Our balls hang outside the body, but since outside conditions change they can drop and contract, pulling, as necessary, free of the body when you're in warmer conditions such as a beach in Barcelona or a sauna in Sweden. Chill dude Conversely they can contract, as in the classic Seinfeld episode in which George screams "shrinkage" when a woman sees his chill-reduced package. The testicles pull up tightly against the body hoping to share s...

Believe it or not, this is my 100th post. Let's examine some intimate stuff. I have stated, repeatedly, that mainstream porn does nothing to get me excited. The clinical lighting, the ridiculous attempts at "plot," and the over-the-top (no pun intended) moans and groans of the actors are off-putting to me. It actively turns me off. On the other hand watching people who are seriously enjoying their sexuality is a real turn on. Yes, I'm an admitted voyeur - though haven't done that in person in more than three decades. Watching completely consenting and enthusiastic participants enjoy their bodies (and those of other people) is both life affirming and erotic for me. Recently I've run across a few people who willingly put their sex lives on the internet. Yes, they're doing it for profit, but they're also very much enjoying the activity and not simply performing for the camera. It's healthy sexuality in plain view. An example of this are Chris and Kate...

          So medical stuff still dominates my physical body, but things are improving. I'm down to to my best weight in the last 25 years, and am exercising 40 minutes in the morning as well as my typical day at work, which involves 10 hours on my feet and carrying 40 pound boxes up and down ladders. Yesterday I was able to lay out by the pool for the first time in more than a month, and it was genuinely relaxing. And, as I've discussed, I was naked at the time - should be interesting early next month when I go in for a complete dermatological workup. Usually I leave my underwear on, but given the sun exposure on my genitals last Summer, I'm not sure if this year's exam will be a bit more personal. Later today I have my annual physical, which is my first in two years thanks to COVID-19. Since my last exam I've had the surgery on my groin to remove my left-side vas deferens. For years my pain and the texture of the vas was misdiagnosed as a varicocele - basically...

Last column I talked about how job changes and other things have led me to a dramatic weight loss, and how that was making me feel both medically and physically. The good news is that I'm down another four pounds, but seem to have hit a wall. So not a lot more to report on that aspect of my physicality. The New Me, tan and all... On the other hand, I'm still enjoying an improved life in other ways. Lil Rambler has become visually larger, a result of the fat pad which surrounds all of our genitals becoming significantly decreased. A thinner man will have lower amounts of fat, therefore exposing more of the shaft of the penis - as you lose weight the dick itself doesn't get longer, it just seems to as the fat retreats. At present Lil has gone from being almost embarrassingly hidden, to usually hanging 3 or so inches limp. I makes a difference. Physically and psychologically. Another aspect of the decreased weight is Rambler's improved function. My erecti...

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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’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...