fear, fantasy mixed with aging, fear of aging, fear of what I don't even know how to name come into play in these musings.
I have a penis that is no longer any good to me though it might become a source of pleasure and intimacy again. I spend hours looking at images of women without hair or getting shaved and tug away at my flaccid weenie. I have a girlfriend who shares that fantasy. I don't always know what to make our us, though I enoy our telephone consersations and sometimes visits to each other [we live in different parts of the country].
I have enough strange fantasies about the loss of sexuality and have had them long enough that they compose at least part of who I am. I have a kind of charged but frustrated sexual desire and fantasy life.
This board is intriguing to me. I enjoy the conversations, the ambiguities, and the energy here. I am amazed that what caught my attention at five and six-years-of-age still holds my attention.
There is something monstrous and evil about a woman [of man] not having complete sexual organs. And there is something fascinating about it too.
There is something fascinating and terrible about really facing the loss of one's testicles and one erections. I am uncertain and thrilled, afraid and intrigued all in the same moment.
On this board, I'm never quite certain what's real and unreal about me! Thanks for the images of clitless women. Somehow they hit home in an irrational way that I cannot name. I am horrified that this happens to women and yet I want to masturbate to the horrible images. If I could masturbate to them, I'm certain that I would.
I am intrigued by what others think and feel about these matters. I can accept that some of what turns me on would be an awful experience to most human beings. Still, I am intrigued that someone who considers himself tender-hearted feels this way. It's what Carl Jung said about accepting the shadow.
