Keep Your Pecker Up

As my Blogger buddies are aware, the tests didn't kick my ass as much this time. (See the previous post.) But, the appointment results were pretty disappointing. Bottom line...

It is what it is. There isn't anything to be done. I pretty much knew that. Muscular Dystrophy can't be cured - they can only monitor progression and treat symptoms. But, for some reason, you still get your hopes up that a new diagnosis will be given and something can be done.

Well, as the Brits used to say, "Keep your pecker up!"

Have a good weekend.

You'll Know Why

I had another appointment with the new Neurologist yesterday afternoon - for some pretty rough tests which in the past have left me unable to do much of anything.

I may or may not be able to post today. If I don't make the Blog Rounds, and there is no regular post...you'll know why: I'm on the couch (or in bed) unable to do anything. 

Wardrobe Malfunctions

You know I very rarely get political. But I have to right now. It appears things are really headed down the extreme retro path. The SCOTUS (Supreme Court of the United States) has set us back decades - and in the case of the Muslim Ban, a century. It's depressing; it's frightening. Particularly in light of the announced retirement of Justice Kennedy, who was the "swing vote" and protected many of our rights. Yet, this week, he has sided with the ultra-conservatives and dealt some mighty blows that will be felt for generations to come. Unless, of course, Congress can change them via legislation - but, don't hold your breath.

If you know history at all, you know that the courts handing this administration every verdict they want is how Hitler's Nazi Germany got its foothold - twice.

The November mid-terms are not going to be a simple "it's about the Supreme Court, Stupid!", it's going to be a referendum on the survival of Democracy as we know it. That means all the way up and down the ballot, from your local county/city to state and federal representatives. And, the fight begins now!

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Okay, I feel better now.

It seems my buddy has a penchant for taking pictures of my "wardrobe malfunctions" and then sending them to me. I finally asked him why.

His answer: "If you don't like it, you need to be more careful."
Me: "It's not...I don't mind, I'm just curious why you're always surreptitiously shooting pics of my cock."
Him: "Fond memories of hours spent enjoying it."
Me:: "Awwww.... That's sweet, but it was 33+ years ago!"
Him: "What can I say? I like your dick."

Ah, the dick slip...

It happens to all men at some point or another. Slippage happens when we aren't paying attention. And, we rarely notice until someone says something.

Have you noticed any?

Would you tell the guy?

Did you tell the guy?

Handjob Famine

Yesterday's post posits a great segway. What happened to handjobs? Why, as we get older and transition into "real" sex, does mutual masturbation take a back seat?

The MEL magazine article The Lost Art of the Handjob quotes Ashley Manta, who teaches private workshops in Beverly Hills, CA, and claims porn is to blame for current handjob famine by saying “You rarely see a handjob by itself in porn, and since there isn’t any sort of comprehensive sex education in the U.S., people don’t know what to do.”

Um, somebody isn't aware of the multitude of guys who masturbate on cam, or the massage videos with the proverbial "happy endings."

Manta claims she likes to give one for "at least 10 to 15 minutes, but I've also given one for 90 minutes." One? Only one?? Oh, go home lady! Seriously? She says many guys tell her they don't believe anyone can do them like they can do themselves. Except...men can give awesome handjobs. And, it's strictly because they know what feels good.

We do seem to put a good handjob on the back burner as we age. I know guys have trained themselves in their youth to hurry lest they be caught in the act. 

But we're in an age when men are beginning to admit they enjoy jacking off.

And more and more admitting that they enjoy jacking off together.

That provides us the opportunity to make it last and last and last.

Is there a handjob famine?

His Own Hand

This email from a reader while I was gone:

"My partner gives the best head and hand-jobs ever. But he can't cum unless he's got his own hand wrapped around his dick. No matter what I do or try, I get nothing. A minute later, stroking himself, he blasts geysers. What am I doing wrong?"

Nothing. Not a single thing. There are men who have a tough time cumming. Known as "anorgasmia," it's not as uncommon as you may think. It may be mental, it may be physical, it may be a combination.

Something you might want to bear in mind is that we guys have the reputation of being able to get our rocks off in "a New York minute;" we're always ready, always willing, and certainly always able. But, we place way too much importance on it. Whether it's because we fire off like a Minuteman Missile, or we have difficulty cumming, we always seem to place it at 10 on the satisfaction scale when we're with a partner. Rather, we should be enjoying the mutual sensations and the closeness, the intimacy.

The real question here is, does he enjoy himself, is he satisfied with the "outcum?" In other words, it could be more a of an issue for you than it is for him.

If he's complaining, or if it's that important to you that you make him cum, then you might want to suggest seeking assistance, as a couple, with a sex therapist.