It's been a while since I last posted. Just no topics catching my eye or rambling around my noggin. However I just read a rather disheartening blog post from a man lamenting his own body issues but celebrating his own children's unabashed approach to being naked.  The writer, Jeremy, has made his home clothing optional as a way to raise his kids in a body-positive environment. But, as it turns out, Jeremy is the one with body issues not the kids. As a little boy - and by that definition anything up to the onset of puberty at 14 - I was pretty uninhibited. I've recounted nude swims at a friend's house and with the cub scouts at the scoutmaster's home. The time I fell in the pool at a different friend's house and spent the next forty or so minutes playing naked in his bedroom while his mother dried my clothes in the dryer. Swimming in rivers and ponds with the scouts. And I would guess a lot of adults have similar stories, or stories about their own kids being ...

I've been absent for a month and I apologize. I made a password error signing in one day and the Blogger algorithm immediately became suspicious and locked me out. But I'm back. I was in the middle of writing this entry when it happened... When I was high school my friends and I used to play a game of what we called "This, That or The Other?" In other words, of these three things which do you prefer? Most of the time it was things like "Sabrina, Jill or Kelly?" Charlie's Angels. "Chocolate, vanilla or strawberry?" "Cocoa Puffs, Frankenberry or Lucky Charms?" You get the picture. Eeny, meeny, miny... One that caught me off guard and that triggered a specific train of thought was when one of the guys blurted out in the locker room "A girl comes in to the locker room, you can only cover one: Pubes, dick or balls?" And at the time, I immediately went to pubes as my answer. I'm not fifteen any more, so I'm not sure why th...

I had breakfast with a friend of mine today, and she's one of two close friends who are aware of this blog. She noted I hadn't written anything for some months. So here I am again. My last entry was kind of depressing, I admit. Not that it isn't deserved but I generally prefer to be more upbeat and positive. I do miss sex, and don't have much of any other outlets for my comments on the topic. So that, to remind my readers or catch up someone who's new, is why I write this blog. To discuss my feelings and maybe make contact with someone who is going through things themselves. That noted, Happy New Year. Yes, it's February, but this is my first entry of 2020. A few things to catch you up on: I am consulting a specialist regarding the third botched attempt to destroy a particularly stubborn kidney stone in my left kidney. I've commented in a number of previous entries that I've become used to regularly being stripped naked by doctors and techn...

In just a few more hours I'm heading to a surgery center for yet another medical procedure. My third time blasting kidney stones. (I've asked the doctor if he plans on wearing his glasses this time...) Given that this is the third time in as many years lying semi-exposed on a table with a bunch of people in the room, I've been thinking about my medical history a lot. My lower left quadrant of my abdomen has received considerable attention over the years, and has left me with a complete lack of modesty when it comes to being naked or partially exposed with other people. (Yes, I posed for artists in college. I spent a good chunk of time naked with my friends as well. However, post-college life involved quite a bit less nakedness as my newer friends were all a lot more circumspect about sex and nudity. Not all of them, but the majority.) In the last twenty years I've had numerous medical procedures and examinations which are intimate in nature, and over ti...

I am - hopefully like any guy - rather fond of my penis. I like having one, and I like mine in particular. It's not large. I'm average. It's not extraordinarily good-looking, though I think - and have been told -  it's aesthetically pleasing. I typically hang a couple of inches, though I can shrink a little too much under cold or intimidating circumstances. Post hernia scarring As a teenager, like virtually all guys I wanted to be bigger. Much bigger. And I was unhappy I was not like the guys who I saw in porn. (There wasn't an internet at the time, but my mother evidently had a healthy sexual appetite and always had a Playgirl or Viva stashed in her drawer. Much as my Dad had Playboy and Penthouse. Big tits and big cocks were an unfortunate fiction in my fifteen year old imagination. I'd seen the real things, of course, but they were smaller and more humble than the magazines suggested.) It was later that I realized that the guys with big cocks were...

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...

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...