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The Lion weather was warm yesterday. He’s discovered as long as we play early enough, he’s got the potential to be horny. Once the pain takes over, all bets are off. Unfortunately, we were at the mercy of some delivery men last night and didn’t get to play at all. By the time the delivery was done, all we wanted to do was relax. My hope is that we’ll play tonight.

I’ve also been promising Lion I’ll do manscaping. Again, that’s something that has to be done before the pain sets in. Monday night I suggested doing it, but he was already snuggled into the warm bed nursing his shoulder. It may just be something that has to wait until the weekend. I does take some time to get through all the steps. It’s not necessarily something you can do on a “school night”. On the other hand, I’ve been saying it needs to be done for the past few weekends and by the time I get done with all the chores, there’s little energy left.

Depending on Lion’s level of pain tonight, I’m looking forward to snuggling at the very least. We didn’t do much of that last night. We were just very tired. The rain, which is never far away here, is back again and that’s always a downer. But it’s a good time to snuggle. And, you never know, my weenie may want to come out and play. It never hurts to try. At the very least, we’ll be close and that’s always nice.

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Since my shoulder has been hurting so much, my interest in teasing and orgasm only appears in painless periods. Tylenol, when it works for me, brings up my interest. Those little white pills are a lot cheaper than Viagra and work better for me right now.

I have to come to terms with sex taking a way-back seat to the mundane needs of daily living. Like most guys, my interest in sex can pop up at almost any time; appropriate or not. Not now. Not for me. It’s odd that other kinds of pain, like Icy Hot on my balls or Velcro on my penis make me harder. That Icy Hot burn is considerably more intense than the rotator cuff pain. Yet, one makes me hard as a rock, the other drives any thoughts of sex from my mind.

I met a guy who had a terrible, degenerative disease that kept him in constant pain. He discovered that extreme masochism would help him “forget” the pain that was helping end his life. I won’t go into his activities. Some were impossible for me to watch. The thing is that he found a sort of relief.

This isn’t such a crazy idea. Pain doctors often deal with chronic pain with a Tens-like device. Electrodes are placed distance from the source of pain. Painful electrical impulses are sent to the electrodes. Since the body seems to be incapable of feeling two sources of pain at once, the patient’s brain is distracted from the chronic pain in favor of the milder stimulation from the electrodes.

There’s a lesson in this. Stimulation applied to more than one area in play situations is partly wasted. It is more effective to use the Icy Hot on the balls and when that wears off, move to another form of play. After all, you don’t want to distract your victim when he is focusing on the pain you worked so hard to inflict.

This is true of punishment as well. One thing at a time there too. Multiple punishments, one after the other, not only extends the time of suffering, but also assures you are sending a strong message. I believe that’s why so many disciplining wives follow  a spanking with corner time. We haven’t tried that yet, so I can’t report of its effectiveness on me.

For the foreseeable future, sex for me will have to be timed between recovery pain and opioid drugs. Tylenol and Vicodin are my new drugs of choice.

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Just after Lion’s phone reminded him it was punishment day, he spilled something on his shirt. He’d reminded me of punishment day earlier, so he was already safe in that respect. And I teased him that there was still time to earn a punishment. The rule is, if I can see the stain he gets spanked. I said it may just be water. He said it wasn’t water.

On most materials, spots are dark while they’re still wet. Sometimes they dry and there’s no stain, as is the case with water. I think the spot may have been some sauce from whatever he was eating. I expected it to remain visible after it dried. It did not. Phew! That saved Lion’s butt.

I tease Lion sometimes that he should wear a Hawaiian print shirt so no one could see any food he might spill on himself. Is that spaghetti sauce or just a really ugly shirt? Maybe a Jackson Pollack shirt. Splashes of paint or splashes of soup? Last night it didn’t matter. The mysteriously disappearing stain did not earn him swats.

Next week, Lion is away on business. When he gets back, he has his pre-op appointment. Ten days later, he has his surgery. Since he seems to be in more and more pain, and a business trip will only exacerbate the situation, I’m suspending all rules until further notice. Obviously eating will be messier after the surgery. Not interrupting will be difficult when fighting pain and pain meds. Reminding me of punishment day when you’re not even sure what day it is, will be impossible. I say scrap them all now and we’ll reconvene as he recovers.

I’m fairly certain Lion will try to obey the rules even if they are suspended. He has in the past. I appreciate that. I just don’t want him to feel the pressure of any punishment. He is in enough pain right now, and will be in more pain initially after surgery. From what we’ve read, the first few days will be a real challenge. I want Lion to concentrate on getting better.

As a matter of fact, that’s his new rule: concentrate on getting better.

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Our preparations for my surgery continue. I ordered Dragon voice recognition software that will allow me to handle email as well as continue to write my posts. Of course, those post-surgical posts may be less than coherent and contain voice-recognition contextual errors. If it works, you will hear from me fairly soon after the operation.

I have no illusions that the world will stop spinning on its axis if I don’t post. I’m not even sure that anyone will care. I like putting my little message in a bottle and throwing it into the Internet ocean. I imagine that some people read our posts the way they used to read columns in the newspapers. My post goes in the morning paper for the commute to work and Mrs. Lion’s is for reading on the way home.

I am a native New Yorker, so I see daily commutes as reading times. I used to take Metro North railroad to and from the office each day. The trip was about an hour. It was just enough time to read the paper. I’m an Internet columnist who writes daily. Even if no one else cares, I would feel badly if I missed a day or more.

Mrs. Fever writes a blog about a variety of sexual topics. Recently, she wrote about being a sex blogger. Her post, “So You Want To Be A Sex Blogger” was a tongue-in-cheek look at some reasons people would want to write a sex blog. It got me thinking about what I think I’m doing.

Blogging has always struck me as a masturbatory exercise. After all, a blog is self publishing with no filter for quality, facts, even grammar and spelling. It’s a free-for-all that permits anyone to put their thoughts out for the world to read; maybe, more correctly, ignore. Blogging birthed “fake news”.

I’m swimming in this filter-free ocean. Almost all blogs on topics similar to ours are embarrassingly bad expressions of misinformation. I lament the state of our education system when I read the way English is abused in the blogosphere. More often than not, bloggers don’t understand that “to” and “too” are used differently. How many times have you seen, “I did this to (meaning also),” when the word “too” is required.

It isn’t that I’m a grammatical nitpicker. Maybe I am. But when you write for public consumption, it’s the same as dressing to go to a nice restaurant. It’s rude to show up in cutoffs and flip-flops. They may let you in, but you are still being disrespectful and inappropriate.

It seems to me that there are two important criteria to meet before writing for the public: First, be sure that what you represent as fact is correct. Thanks to the US President there is enough fake news in the world. Second, take care with your writing. You don’t have to create immortal prose, but at least use your spell checker and understand basic grammar.

My point is that while anyone can write a blog, it doesn’t mean everyone should. I think that if you like to write and for whatever reason want others to read what you say, then take the time to craft your words and use the language correctly. Or don’t. Your words will last forever. Wow, immortality is a few mouse clicks away.