The best example I can think of would be my friends Jack and Bonnie. They hold hands everywhere they go and stick together like glue. They are always so lovey-dovey. But as it turns out, Jack’s secretary gives him blowjobs at work. He even sneaks her out of town with him now and then to occupy adjoining rooms while he attends business conferences. Lucky guy. I wish I had his expense account.

Maybe the ideal marriage is an otherwise happy couple with an open marriage. I know a few couples like that whose relationship has survived a decade or more. Oh yeah, open marriage horrifies a lot of people, but I’d much prefer it to a dead marriage, which is what I have. The biggest difference is that people in open marriages have mastered that evil monster called Jealousy. Apparently, they have learned how to have love and friendship (and maybe even sex) with one another without demanding ownership.

I’ve said it too many times: Monogamy sucks. However, it’s only the monogamy requirement that sucks. Two people who voluntarily want to keep sex just between the two of them can be perfectly happy…as long as it lasts. So, part of a perfect marriage would be where both people are happy and can agree on whether either or both have the privilege of outside sexual relations. And/or have the option to renegotiate it when necessary.

There’s nothing cheap about this woman. She is quite good looking, well built, and has only a moderate number of wrinkles. She is well educated, elegant, and believe me, gives a world-class blowjob, something she did without even being asked.

Thankfully, she is also married, which means she has an equal concern about being discreet. Neither of us wants to break up house and home. But her old man doesn’t cut the mustard any more, and she has a very healthy sex appetite. And I do mean very healthy. She loves her spouse, and I love mine. But we both have long-standing sexual frustration. We both need and want physical intimacy.

So, it’s the same old story. I’m a married man who is “cheating” on his wife. What a crock of shit. It’s not my choice to be “cheating.” If she really loved me and cared about my health and welfare, she would encourage me to seek a safe outlet for my libido. I would most certainly do the same for her. But no, her deepest feelings for me are based more on possession and ownership. What she doesn’t realize—and simply cannot hear me say—is that her possessive, uncaring treatment of me causes me enormous pain, suffering, and resentment. It is the greatest danger to our on-going relationship.

Meanwhile, I’m treating myself to a big dose of physical pleasure, sexual healing, and even a little romance. No, it’s not just sex—there is an element of romantic love. I will do my best to not get swept away. And, I’m doing my best to make sure it doesn’t end my marriage. But, if it does, so be it. I have to live with the consequences. That’s just real life in our sexually-repressed society.

Oh, but that’s not legal, you say? Well, dear reader, THAT is the problem. Who made it illegal and why? There are plenty of women who would like to provide sex services for pay, and there always will be. But we’ve let our ignorant self-serving lawmakers put sex services off limits. At least for the common man.

So, by making sex for pay a crime, we have created a lot more crime. Isn’t that silly? We’ve turned women who provide those services into criminals, and we’ve turned the men who buy those services into criminals as well. The up-side of our sex prohibition (as some would think)  is we’ve made lots more jobs for lawyers, judges, and policemen.

But, instead of having a civilized, well-managed sex industry that is run in bordellos, we have a very uncivilized and dangerous sex industry run mostly on the streets.

Wouldn’t it be nice if we could change that?

Even though I’m now “out of the game” as far as chasing women goes, I’ve had a helluva lot of experience. To be more accurate, I’ve invested a huge amount of time and energy during my life into various pursuits of the fairer sex. Some of it paid off very well, and some didn’t. I’ve been handsomely rewarded, and I’ve been mercilessly punished. My friends tell me I should write a book. But, for whomever might be interested, I can share some of what worked and what didn’t. Here is far and away the most important thing I learned:

The best way to find women is to let them find you.

Women are normally programmed at a very deep neurological level to reject and run away from men who are pursuing them. That can be seen all through nature. Only when a woman gets desperate does she become open to direct sexual advances from men. The huge secret that most men don’t know is this: Women want to be in in control and make their own selection of what man gets to insert his semen into her body. Read that sentence again. It is the most important secret of female psychology and “finding women.” Women have to make their own selection–or at least they have to think so.

Even if you understand the basic idea of letting women find you, it’s not all that easy to put into practice. The first and most obvious thing to do is quit chasing them. Because, if you’re chasing them, they won’t chase you. But, there’s another, even deeper secret to implementing a successful practice of getting women to pursue you. This is the one that 95% of men don’t know and can’t learn:

To motivate women to want you, you must become a better man.

Quit spending all your time focusing on the women you wish you could have. Instead, focus on yourself. Begin your own program of self-development and self-improvement. And I’m not talking about weight lifting. There are dozens of things that you can do to make yourself a better man. The best kind of self development is inner development. Pursue that instead of women. When you become a better man, better women will pursue you.

So, a few years ago I had a friend whose wife wasn’t very interested in sex. She was a beautiful woman but about as sexy as a piece of tuna fish. The problem was that he had a very strong libido. She would “service” him just about any time he asked for it, but not very enthusiastically.

Soon, he found a woman who lived just a few blocks away and who was horny all the time–day and night. However, she was the wife of a police detective who worked the night shift. And my friend, with his testosterone levels off the chart most of the time, would walk down to this woman’s house and bang her on the living room couch while her husband was upstairs asleep!

I yelled at my friend, “Holy mackerel, are you CRAZY? That guy carries a GUN and you’re downstairs fucking his wife while he’s sleeping?”

He gave me a stupid grin and told me, “Oh, she says he sleeps like a rock. Nothing can wake him up. And it’s a good thing too, because she’s a screamer.”

Oh…my…god. I was sure that one day I’d read about him in the newspaper. I could imagine the headlines: Police Detective Shoots Intruder and Wife. But the last I heard of him, he was still alive. Go figure.

The point is that testosterone really will make you crazy. Anybody who has levels that high should think about self-castration. And doing something stupid like my friend is not so bad, but if you’re doing or thinking about doing something sexual that is against the law or harmful to another human being, then you should think seriously about having an orchiectomy. Get RID of the goddamn things. It’s far better to be free and happy without your balls than to be sitting in prison with them.

The first thing that popped into my mind was, “So Many Women, So Many Reasons for Self-Castration.”

Excuse me for being emotionally reactive, but this blog is my place for blowing off some steam. What the hell kind of woman could this be? I would never put such a sign on the back of my car. Because I love women–that is,  most women. There’s just a small fraction of them who are real cunts.

Ladies whose bumper stickers say “So Many Men, So Little Time” are my kind of women. Women who have left a lot of smiles on many males faces are the champions among women in my value system. And men who call sexually active women such names as whores, sluts, and so forth, are dumb bastards who helped create the environment of hypocritical moralism that exists in America. They should all join a monastery and quit ruining life for the rest of us.

If you had never eaten anything but dry bread and canned beans, you might have exactly the same question about food. A gourmand, however, who has sampled the finest cuisines in the world, would never ask such a question. For the true connoisseur, food is a celebration of enjoyment.

When a man spends time with an expert courtesan, he has an opportunity to celebrate the enjoyment of a woman: her mind, her body, and the services she can perform for him. Her purpose—which is what she gets paid for—is to provide him with a wide variety of comfort, pleasure, and sexual relief.

Our politicians and our government bombard us with propaganda to the effect that the USA is the greatest and the freest country on earth. Neither is true. There are many aspects of our country that are not as “great” as other countries. We don’t have the highest standard of living, we have a dismally substandard public transportation system (especially trains), and we don’t have the best health care system. These are just three of many examples—they just happen to be my hot buttons.

Our freedoms have been steadily eroding since this country was formed. As we all know, politicians and lawyers continue working non-stop, passing hundreds of new laws every year. And, they hardly ever repeal any of the old ones.

So WHY, my dear readers, did we outlaw legal prostitution in the first place? No rational person can disagree that every large- to middle-size city in the USA has prostitutes available readily. I can go to any city or large town in America and have a naked woman in my bed within an hour or two. And you can too. It’s not at all difficult.

There always was and there always will be prostitution. It is so timelessly pervasive that is has to be considered as normal and natural behavior. Outlawing a common activity that is normal and natural, and which harms no one, is an indication of bad government. It’s another one of our so-called “crimes” that politicians won’t vote to legalize out of fear of losing their jobs.

I’ve been in a lot of bordellos in my checkered past, nearly all of them in Europe, North Africa, and the Middle East. Believe me, the pleasure and satisfaction available at some of those places is simply unimaginable compared to street girls in the U.S. If you could compare the two, you would understand why I say the USA is an uncivilized country, at least in that respect. I’m am annoyed to no end by the lying, hypocritical politicians in our country who have successfully outlawed the sex industry.

But back to the subject of this post. The first requirement for a nice bordello is a lot of venture capital to get it started. And by “a lot,” I mean enough to buy a nice Victorian mansion and remodel it to create many private rooms, each with a private bathroom and a large plush parlor on the main floor. Lavish plumbing, comfortable furniture, and upscale interior decorating are mandatory.

Girls should never work over eight hours in any twenty-four, and never take over three or four clients per shift. Otherwise, you’re back to sex with street girls. Every bordello needs a full-time nurse and a doctor on site at least part of every shift, so that any girl can see the doctor any day she’s there—for free. The doctor gets a nice hourly fee paid for by the house.

Each floor of the house has a “girls only” spa room that includes a warm, medicinal, pleasantly scented douche and hot bath that every girl uses immediately after seeing a client. The house has at least one bouncer and maybe two. No unruly, abusive, or intoxicated clients are allowed entry. New clients are “on probation” until at least 3 or 4 visits.

These are just a few of the things I noticed about high-class houses overseas. Wouldn’t you like to have a couple of these places in your town? I sure would.

Several Internet sites offer advice on how to perform self-castration. If you’re really determined to get rid of your nads, spend some time researching the idea first. An acquaintance did it himself by putting a couple of very strong rubber bands around his scrotum. After a day or so, his testicles turned completely black. He went to the emergency room and they finished the job quickly and painlessly. As for myself, IF I wanted to become sexless, I believe that I would make prior arrangements for the service with a doctor in Mexico and go there.

For me, losing all hope of ever having sex with a woman seems to be a dismal fate. However, the chief reason that seems so scary is because I WANT to have sex with women so badly. But if I didn’t have the driving obsession created by my balls, then I wouldn’t care about sex with women—or any kind of sex whatsoever. And what are the odds that I, an old guy with wrinkles and graying hair, am ever going to have a pleasurable satisfying sexual relationship again? And, is it worth going through another divorce?

I keep thinking that for me, the whole problem could be resolved by a nice, legal, well-managed upscale bordello. Two or three visits per month, and I probably wouldn’t be writing this blog.

It’s pretty clear that many men think about voluntary self-castration and consider the possibilities—that is, the benefits—of doing it.  For me, this was an astounding discovery.

Most of the benefits are obvious. Without testicles, a man has no need for sex and, thus, no need for women. I suppose one could call this the ultimate in  male liberation. For me, this subject was always just a curiosity and not anything I ever seriously considered. But after noticing the unusual interest in the subject, I’ve been thinking a lot more about possible meanings and implications.

Why are so many men interested in getting rid of their need for sex? It’s certainly not to avoid fathering children, because a simple vasectomy solves that problem, and still leaves a man the ability to enjoy sex.

No, the chief benefit of castration is to avoid the need and desire to have sex altogether. Becoming a eunuch takes away the enormous drain of time, energy and money from a man’s life. I’ve often commented (jokingly) about how rich I’d be right now if I had gotten rid of my balls when they first started to take over my life. But actually, it’s no joke.

The few comments and emails I got are all in favor, and all sound like men who simply want to be free (or already are free) of the sex obsession. I’ve read there are plenty of men who want to be neutered to play out the submissive role with a dom, but none has emailed or commented to me so far. I also learned that finding a doctor willing to perform the orchiectomy procedure is difficult—and expensive.

I wonder why the few doctors who will do it charge so much. It could be done as a 30-minute outpatient procedure. Since there’s so much interest, I’ll write a few paragraphs in the next post about some possibilities of getting it done more cheaply–or doing it yourself. Oh, and maybe some good reasons for not doing it at all.