Cock, Hair, and Not Quite

I've been playing, surfing and licking myself for hours. For weeks.

Those of you who have been following this journey I've been forging on this blog have noted - I started with memories of my sexual and fondly fading past, only to turn towards the present.

My sensual being (which includes but not exclusively sex) was formed in another time, in which pictures of naked people and descriptions of adult and naughty practices were more hidden. They were kept in certain bookstores, in certain hard-to-obtain magazines. There were no communities easily accessible to share, compare and leer at.

The opening up of Ryan includes not only reminiscing but feeling more comfortable doing so. The early posts, 2+ years ago, had a certain amount of confessional pain to them when I wrote, but to be out - anonymously but relieved - had a spiritual, erotic and healthy charge that motivated me to continue.

I've explored not only my own thoughts, hang-ups and desires, but other of you in the blogosphere as well. As blogs become in a way obsolete being taken over by the hit-and-run instant gratification of tumblr, I still reach out and get out-reached to people who seem to enjoy what I'm trying to get at.

Episodically, anecdotally.

Thanks for reading as I figure this out for myself - just as you all are, post by post, day by day, and partner by partner.