Sensual. As in: related to the senses.  We, as most animals, have five. Sight, sound, taste, smell and touch.  The word sensual, despite being little more than a word to describe “input from the senses” has become a word we associate with a more rich, rewarding context. The flavor of the pasta sauce was sensual. She arrived in a sensual black dress. A sensual aroma filled the room. He listened to the sensual beat of the latin rhythms. And she touched him, sensually. The word sensual has become something enticing, erotic. It’s one of my favorite words.  As I write this I am on vacation in a sensual part of the world. The tastes, aromas, weather and people can all readily be described as “sensual.” And appropriately so. And during this vacation I’ve had a chance to explore some things which have been ringing around just inside my skull, waiting for an opportunity to be discovered and considered. For a few years I have been commenting here on nudity, and how ment...

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...

This is a difficult entry to write. I've been putting it off and off and off. Every time I go to write down my thoughts I'm blocked. So. Just sucking it up and starting. I am going through a rough patch emotionally. I would never, ever bring this up to my wife. She's having too many issues of her own given her medical challenges, and I am here strictly to support her. But I'm really having difficulty handling the fact we rarely touch. I am a tactile person. Very physically demonstrative and affectionate. With friends as well as loved ones. I love touching people and being touched. Not simply sexually, though who doesn't like that if it's done with the proper approach and affection? I crave the feel of skin to skin contact. Of hands on hands. Of face to face. Nuzzles and gentle cuddling. I'm missing both simple touch and the more complex tactile communications. I firmly believe that all humans are mentally and physically healthier with a g...

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 strongly believe that each of us should have an intimate friend above and beyond our spouses. By intimate I don't mean sexually, I simply mean we have someone with whom we can talk about almost any topic, touch in intimate ways (not sexually, but intimately) and be ourselves. I mean someone who we can hold and be held, metaphorically and physically. Our spouses are the first line of support, obviously, but there are topics and issues which, of necessity,  you cannot discuss with them (sometimes they themselves are the topics in question). Guys have to talk to guys, and women have to talk to women (or, if you're lucky enough, someone of the opposite sex). There are times when you need someone who can simply be there for you, as both a sounding board and - sometimes - just to put their arm around you, pull you in tight and tell you it's going to be okay. So we need to have that other partner, with whom we can openly talk and be intimate with. For a long whi...

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I'm sitting here in the dark in my home office wearing nothing more than a t-shirt, and naked from the waist down. I commented on it just recently here on the blog that it's my preferred mode of attire. It's a comfortable and open way for me to be. If society let me, there's a chance I'd never wear pants again. Unfortunately, it's not how I can always dress at home. I would love it, but it makes my wife uncomfortable. She perceives it as a sexual thing, not as a matter of comfort, and anything sexual, in her mind, is a cause for stress. I swim nude in our pool and lay out that way, which she is fine with, but sitting pantsless on the couch is not. (I always put a towel or underwear underneath me - I'm not a total beast.) Preferred style of dress On vacation I will often take time to go without pants. I simply love the feeling of being unconstricted and open. It's not a sexual thing, and I've mentioned on previous entries that I have don...