So...what is necessary to describe the contemporary, urban SF lifestyle for single guys these days? Food...wine...absolutely. Music, clubs, openings, galleries, museums? Travel? Clothing and shopping? Sports and culture? Yes. All of these and I've written about all of this stuff at one time or another. What's missing from this list is, of course, sex. This was a raison d'existence for this blog in the first place. Having come free of moorings thirty years in the making was as much a reason for writing as the sex itself. As the ship of cock comes back to rest (somewhat) so too the sex becomes more stable. I've become less interested in describing the intimacies of discovery to friends and readers. I am very much aware of how sex evolves when linked to a single, exclusive partner. Communication becomes easier and this is both good and bad. It becomes easy to fall into established patterns which given enough time leads to the hum-drum if allowed. Yet the trust that comes of regular physical intimacy allows further exploration. This is all obvious stuff gentle fuckers.
Last year I wrote extensively about my sex life. In some ways, this was more viscerally rewarding than the sex itself. It felt like I was shedding a skin that had grown encumbering. Of course being at the center of it all I was unable to see how my openness affected my friends. There was even a mild attempt at an intervention at one point.
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