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I can remember when men could not bare their nipples on a beach.

Well, my Dad could not in our annual trip to Ocean Grove NJ which was a colony run by the Methodist Church.

So, I have lived during a period when men's nipples were banned from sight.

My dad loved having his shirt off.

The other night we had home movies from back then and the number of scenes with my Dad shirtless is quite surprising.

He was proud of his body and did not mind showing it.

I learned something from that.

Being gay and all, I suppose a therapist would have a field day with my Dad-reaction.

Go ahead. Be my guest.

When it comes to nipples, I am unrepentant.

Without getting too detailed about it I can attest to the fact that nipples are very sexually attractive and also part of my own erotic mechanics. I smile at the idea of "erotic mechanics". I just mdd it up.

Gay men really really like sach other's tits. Probably the same as straight men like women's breasts.

To see them is, of course, erotic. Even though the women in this video deny it.

Nevertheless, the exposure of the female nipple is about 60 years behind the male.

Tit rights have been a long time coming.

Watch the men leer in this. Men are pigs. But then so are some women I have known. Leering is part of the fun. Enjoying each others' bodies. And, if you get off on female breasts you can leer too.

For myself, I will get back to good old male pecs.

Oh! Another thing. This is from the New York Times!

The Times!! The maiden auntie of newspapers. "All the news that's fit to print".

The Times have/has changed, indeed.

Labels: sexuality

This is so typically British that I had to put it in.

The Prime Minister Did What With a Cow's Head?

I say typical in that the Brits have a way of suppressing things until they can't keep it in any more and then, whammo! Right in the, well, cow's head.

Keerist.

Of all the things to stick it in to.

But that is the Brit part. The sticking it in is just plain male teenage libido. The cow's head part is somewhere in the pastoral history when the fields of England were more rural than otherwise and boys could play with various animal parts to their heart's content.

This happens everywhere of course. Not just in Britain. But the British reserve somehow makes it all the more hilarious. At least to me.

Under every stiff lip there is a vibrating oral stimulation compulsion waiting for an outlet.

What did you think they meant about the stiff upper lip?

And it was in this article that I found the new word for today. Jouissance.

In British circles, as is so often the case, the question of jouissance is secondary to that of class. The lurid story carries weight, not merely because it is embarrassing to a powerful politician, but because it speaks to inherited privilege and entitlement.

......NYT 092415.

Labels: sexuality

It is amazing to me that the sex police are still carrying on as though it were the 19th Century.

Teenager’s Jailing Brings a Call to Fix Sex Offender Registries

Actually, there was no precedent in those times for this. I wasn't there but I read a lot of books.

Draconian sexual offender laws and the presence of the so called "sexual registries" are a disgrace.

I know there is some serious intent about this. Protecting children and all.

But the sex police get their noses into these things and before you know it we have a vehicle for public shaming and punishment which goes well beyond the limits.

I will not argue that sexual experimentation for teens should be totally unregulated. In fact the protection of children is unassailable. But when the children are past puberty and doing what humans do which is to bang on each other there is a different consideration.

Consensual sex is not rape. And so on.

I see this as the work of the same people that dunked other people in chairs of put them in stocks.

I always think that these people, so obsessed with other people's sex lives, are the ones who need to have their heads examined. Nosey parkers, repressed humanoids.

They are, of course, the same people that hate me and my life because I am out of the hetero-norm.

I see the hand of the christers in all of this but that is another matter for another time.

Labels: christers, sexuality

Today's film is a film about making a film.

I love those. And this one is no exception.

Behind the scenes is where all the action takes place in

Sex is Comedy (2004)

This film is all about filming one sex scene. Amazing. Of course, there is background and filler. But the main event is the very public operation of an intimate act.

Actors, director, crew. All have a place in this funny but also quite awkward tribute to the very hard work of making an entertaining and even titillating scene happen.

I think that making it a comedy was right but it also upped the ante in that being funny would rob the sexuality of its intensity. This does not happen.

Eventually when the scene is finally completed, done, in the can, the relief is really great. Well, like a sexual release.

I cannot imagine this film being made in Hollywood. The finesse of its presentation preserves a kind of erotic suspense that keeps us totally involved. At least me. And it is a heterosexual scene. Although the "hero" is pretty handsome. Gregoire Colin is an old favorite and he is the male half. Anne Parillaud is the female. Their chemistry has a huge range from just actors doing a job not caring much about one another to the final scene which we get to see in full glory.

Wow. What a great film. I would want to see this again some time.

That makes it a 4 out of Netflix 5. Maybe a 5 which would mean that I will commit to another viewing in the future. Maybe I will buy it.

Labels: films, sex, sexuality

Penis envy, if any, should be based on statistics.

New Research Reveals That Average Penis Size is Much Smaller When You Stop Lying About It

When I was a kid, gym class was a horror. Locker room, required showers.

We took our class, as freshman, with the older sophomores.

George Seese, the bully extraordinaire of the older guys, took a look at my naked form and remarked that I needed "some pussy cheese" on my dick. Too small.

Here were two conundrums. One was whether George's assessment was true and second, what the hell "pussy cheese" was.

The answer to the first, like how did I shape up, was not easy to determine because as a shy, gay boy in the making I was actually afraid to be caught looking around at everyone else's equipment.

And there was no way that I was going to ask anyone about the cheese.

George Seese was the same kid that cornered me in the boy's rest room, when I was in first grade, and called me "wart nose". I did have one. But I picked it off. It bled a little but it was gone. Couldn't do that about the penis.

So, the relative size of my penis became a lifetime distraction. Well, my life up to a certain age, when I found out about the distinction between grow-ers and show-ers. Also the effect of anxiety on how it hangs down there. More worry, less hang. And so on.

Fortunately it was not too many years until I had the chance for up close inspection which, in fact, some boys welcomed. Me too. I also found that almost every man has some shit going on about the bigness of his business.

In the talk that followed, I gained some feedback on my own dimensions which put me solidly in the average category of sizeness. Maybe the lower averages, but still, not a pindick.

George Seese went on to have an awful life and I would like to report that he turned out to be a raving raging queen or something like that but he got his in a nasty auto accident.

I was good friends with his brother Warren who had all kinds of info on George and his intimidation potential, for me, decreased accordingly.

George did have a piece of work down there though. He had something to flaunt. Gotta say that for him.

Labels: sexuality

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Labels: gay marriage, gay rights, sexuality