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Intimacy /ˈɪntɪməsɪ/ noun a close association with or detailed knowledge or deep understanding of a place, subject, period of history, etc. an act or expression serving as a token of familiarity, affection, or the like. an amorously familiar act; liberty. sexual intercourse. As can be seen by the dictionary definition; the word “intimacy” has several meanings, some of which are sexual in nature, others are not. For me, and I suspect many people, intimacy takes on may forms.
It isn’t all about sex. It isn’t necessarily even about love. It is, in my opinion, about the different levels of connection that one person has with one, or more other people. For the purposes of this post, I’m going to restrict myself to intimacy with a single person, but I suspect many of the areas I will cover could apply more widely. For me, intimacy is the connection, of minds as well as bodies and the are a number of different components that come into play; all of them interacting at different levels of intensi…

Happy New Year!What is the most useless thing you know how to do?
I can wiggle my ears. It’s not so much a case of knowing how to do it as simply something I am physically capable of doing.

Do you use sex to relieve stress? How?
Not really. I like to enjoy and fully engage in the sex that I am having. Being stressed prevents me from doing that so I suspect that I’m less likely to have sex when stressed rather than use it to relieve stress.  That said, I do believe that a healthy sex life is an essential part of maintaining a proper life balance, so while sex may not be used as stress relief, at can help prevent, or at the very least minimise, stress.
What sex act or position did not thrill you until you tried it?
I can’t say that there are any. Generally speaking it’s more likely that I’ve tried something and then thought, ‘nah, don’t need to do that again’. Generally, I’m open to most things, but there are a few, what you might call “fall back” or “default” positions that just work and so…

In 2019 I had a wank. That’s right, “a” wank: singular, solitary, just the one. If anyone is interested, it was in November. If you want to be particularly specific, it was on November 27th. It was very good; I enjoyed it a lot; I may even be tempted to have another one some time, but there’s no particular rush.
Those of you who have followed this blog for some time will know the reasons why this was such a note-worthy and memorable event. Those who haven’t, can find out by reading this post. Suffice to say, that it was one of those rare occasions where everything aligned: I was in the mood, I felt suitably aroused/stimulated and, most importantly, I had the inclination/could be arsed, to take things in hand and see if it would actually be worth the effort. As it turned out, it was; which if you read the post I linked to, is not something that can never be taken for granted and is largely the reason why the above alignment of circumstances happen so rarely.
I’d had a shower and was ly…