Keep it greasy so it..
go down easy
How do I follow my last emotional gut wrenching post that probably upset more than a few people who may have read it, and it was quite upsetting to write it from the author’s point of view as well. Where do you go from there – well – hopefully – that subject is dead for a while – it was like resurrecting ghosts and then realizing that even the ghost of the ghost is dead. Maybe I need an island to bury the bones so to speak, but hopefully that subject does not keep coming up because all it does is get me depressed.
So now for something completely different – a discussion on birth control – but from a male point of view. Some background here – Victoria’s ex-boyfriend who is now part of the wanna-be husband list – there are always at least one or two out there – his mother who apparently has some psychic abilities very matter of factly told her during the last trip to Chicago that she would be pregnant soon – this was after some kind of voodoo cleansing ritual that involved cigar smoke and chanting, leaving my wife in a somewhat trance like peaceful (ch)easy feeling. There was also a statement that she was wearing black (when she wasn't), and now that her Dad is almost gone, that prediction seems to already be true. So – from my point of view – I am the sole contributor of sperm these days. (The future is always subject to change for both of us, but for now we are monogamous. We have already discussed the notion of polygamy – not technical polygamy – being married to more than one, but the idea of living with two partners who would provide sex – sounds like a great idea except I haven’t found any willing takers yet as partner number 2, and the one we considered for the plan initially was just too far emotionally gone for consideration). So that put forward the question that we discussed with the Schrantz clan locally a while back – what is the best way to prevent unwanted psychic pregnancy predictions from taking place. After all – as presented in our discussion – that one little drop of “pre-cum” can pack a sperm carrying pistol and do the unwanted job, as carefull and sklled at “pull out” as one might be. One child is far more than enough for us, and with Victoria slowly creeping up on menopause, it just does not sound all that practical either. So – we have both agreed as a result of this psychic warning to dig up the old portable one use raincoats for birth control – also known as the condom. The idea of a vasectomy makes me sick, and all other forms are just too complicated for now.
So though I approach this somewhat sensitive subject from a personal point of view, it also has worldwide applications. After all – the two purposes of a condom are birth control and prevention of STD’s such as Herpes (not always effective with that one from what I hear), HIV, gonorrhea, Chlamydia, syphilis – all intruders that many would prefer not to know on a part time or permanent basis. Monogamy provides some assurance that those unwanted friends may not come around – as if both people are only with the other, then they aren’t coming around – but who is to know how long a monogamous situation will ever last, no matter how good it looks. Maybe some day we will have a mutual parting of the ways, or one us will decide a need to explore relations with another, and it is better to be prepared for that possibility.
One of my friends in San Diego, that some of us know as “the captain” told me that he just didn’t see the point of wearing a condom, since the intimacy of the contact of the two sex organs is taken away when that intrusive raincoat is slapped on top of the male candidate in the same way that a hood is placed upon a prisoner about to be noosed (that was my analogy, not his). I can kind of see the argument there – the sensitivity of the experience is much more magnified when “naked” so to speak. For the last 7 or 8 years, I have been experiencing this magnification of sensation, (as often as I possibly can) but there is a trade off in that there is that nagging notion that once the end of the story arrives, there has to be a massive urgent escape from the chamber of pleasure to prevent an unwanted pregnancy. For those who don’t even pull out, it is like playing Russian Roulette and with strangers involved, there is that added risk of disease.
So anyways, lately after becoming re-acquainted with the portable one use rain coat, I have discovered it does have its benefits. Yes – the sensation is minimzed, but because of that there is the endurance factor – you last longer. Some people take crystal meth for endurance, but no need for that when the umbrella is in the medicine cabinets. Also, even if the “intimacy” factor is lowered because there is no direct contact, there is the emotional part of the experience where two people are close to each other and the closeness on other levels can take the place of one area of imposed distance. Finally, to get technical and a little graphic, I find that since it takes longer to get there, by the time you finally arrive at your destination, the orgasm itself is a lot more intense and there is no nagging notion of having to pull out – you can just enjoy the moment stress free knowing that Mr. Prophylactic is doing his job in creating that anxiety free moment that all is well.
Sure there is some extra effort involved. Without a little bit of the tools to “keep it greasy so it go down easy” there is the dryness factor. It does take more work to get to the destination, and almost a leap of faith that you will arrive there, and no guarantee that you will even get there to begin with. The possibility of going down with the deflated ship increases. I can see why some will argue that they are a hassle and inconvenience. But I believe it is worth the effort, that especially for those who engage at an early age (the abstinence bullshit is so far against human nature that it just invites childhood pregnancy) it is an imperative and that for those who get started young (not me unfortunately), it is the way to go. So the moral of the story is slap one on – you won’t regret it!
How do I follow my last emotional gut wrenching post that probably upset more than a few people who may have read it, and it was quite upsetting to write it from the author’s point of view as well. Where do you go from there – well – hopefully – that subject is dead for a while – it was like resurrecting ghosts and then realizing that even the ghost of the ghost is dead. Maybe I need an island to bury the bones so to speak, but hopefully that subject does not keep coming up because all it does is get me depressed.
So now for something completely different – a discussion on birth control – but from a male point of view. Some background here – Victoria’s ex-boyfriend who is now part of the wanna-be husband list – there are always at least one or two out there – his mother who apparently has some psychic abilities very matter of factly told her during the last trip to Chicago that she would be pregnant soon – this was after some kind of voodoo cleansing ritual that involved cigar smoke and chanting, leaving my wife in a somewhat trance like peaceful (ch)easy feeling. There was also a statement that she was wearing black (when she wasn't), and now that her Dad is almost gone, that prediction seems to already be true. So – from my point of view – I am the sole contributor of sperm these days. (The future is always subject to change for both of us, but for now we are monogamous. We have already discussed the notion of polygamy – not technical polygamy – being married to more than one, but the idea of living with two partners who would provide sex – sounds like a great idea except I haven’t found any willing takers yet as partner number 2, and the one we considered for the plan initially was just too far emotionally gone for consideration). So that put forward the question that we discussed with the Schrantz clan locally a while back – what is the best way to prevent unwanted psychic pregnancy predictions from taking place. After all – as presented in our discussion – that one little drop of “pre-cum” can pack a sperm carrying pistol and do the unwanted job, as carefull and sklled at “pull out” as one might be. One child is far more than enough for us, and with Victoria slowly creeping up on menopause, it just does not sound all that practical either. So – we have both agreed as a result of this psychic warning to dig up the old portable one use raincoats for birth control – also known as the condom. The idea of a vasectomy makes me sick, and all other forms are just too complicated for now.
So though I approach this somewhat sensitive subject from a personal point of view, it also has worldwide applications. After all – the two purposes of a condom are birth control and prevention of STD’s such as Herpes (not always effective with that one from what I hear), HIV, gonorrhea, Chlamydia, syphilis – all intruders that many would prefer not to know on a part time or permanent basis. Monogamy provides some assurance that those unwanted friends may not come around – as if both people are only with the other, then they aren’t coming around – but who is to know how long a monogamous situation will ever last, no matter how good it looks. Maybe some day we will have a mutual parting of the ways, or one us will decide a need to explore relations with another, and it is better to be prepared for that possibility.
One of my friends in San Diego, that some of us know as “the captain” told me that he just didn’t see the point of wearing a condom, since the intimacy of the contact of the two sex organs is taken away when that intrusive raincoat is slapped on top of the male candidate in the same way that a hood is placed upon a prisoner about to be noosed (that was my analogy, not his). I can kind of see the argument there – the sensitivity of the experience is much more magnified when “naked” so to speak. For the last 7 or 8 years, I have been experiencing this magnification of sensation, (as often as I possibly can) but there is a trade off in that there is that nagging notion that once the end of the story arrives, there has to be a massive urgent escape from the chamber of pleasure to prevent an unwanted pregnancy. For those who don’t even pull out, it is like playing Russian Roulette and with strangers involved, there is that added risk of disease.
So anyways, lately after becoming re-acquainted with the portable one use rain coat, I have discovered it does have its benefits. Yes – the sensation is minimzed, but because of that there is the endurance factor – you last longer. Some people take crystal meth for endurance, but no need for that when the umbrella is in the medicine cabinets. Also, even if the “intimacy” factor is lowered because there is no direct contact, there is the emotional part of the experience where two people are close to each other and the closeness on other levels can take the place of one area of imposed distance. Finally, to get technical and a little graphic, I find that since it takes longer to get there, by the time you finally arrive at your destination, the orgasm itself is a lot more intense and there is no nagging notion of having to pull out – you can just enjoy the moment stress free knowing that Mr. Prophylactic is doing his job in creating that anxiety free moment that all is well.
Sure there is some extra effort involved. Without a little bit of the tools to “keep it greasy so it go down easy” there is the dryness factor. It does take more work to get to the destination, and almost a leap of faith that you will arrive there, and no guarantee that you will even get there to begin with. The possibility of going down with the deflated ship increases. I can see why some will argue that they are a hassle and inconvenience. But I believe it is worth the effort, that especially for those who engage at an early age (the abstinence bullshit is so far against human nature that it just invites childhood pregnancy) it is an imperative and that for those who get started young (not me unfortunately), it is the way to go. So the moral of the story is slap one on – you won’t regret it!
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