I’ve heard it said, that “idle hands are the devil’s workshop”. When I got ED a couple of years ago it finally made sense. I was accustomed to rising to even spurious erotic thought and remaining painfully turgid for long periods, unable to ejaculate until the pressure went down. Whenever I was bored or uncertain, I had a friend I could go to and feel better. Now, it is as if my friend and nearly constant companion has died.
I want him back. And, so does my friend, lover, and partner of the last six years. As time and turgidity have passed she has gone through several painful transitions. In the beginning, she thought I wanted her just for sex and was pretty much okay with that but used it for control. Then, in defense of her lackluster energy and level of wellness, she insisted I was seeking to satiate her into sleep so I could slip out without her on my arm. Then, as my energies slipped away, that I must be getting some strange and had little left for her. That I had lost interest or our relationship had matured, depending on her mood. Then that it was a form of revenge for her moods, dryness, lack of interest, weight gain, and hot flashes. Finally she accepted my argument that she had totally emasculated me and destroyed my manhood.
So, I’m on task to recover my manhood and looking forward to having the relationship of my life that will last for the rest of my life with my little man and my wonderful lover.
“Sometimes I wonder if men and women really suit each other. Perhaps they should live next door & just visit now and then.”
- Katharine Hepburn
