Yesterday, “CBS Sunday Morning” had a piece about Coney Island. It’s a small island off the southern end of Brooklyn, New York. Since the 1890s, it’s been the home to amusement parks. I was born in Brooklyn, and my father took me to Coney Island many Saturdays when I was growing up. The TV piece was a nice tour down memory lane.

Watching it reminded me of one of the guiding principles of my life. I have believed I should try to experience everything that I can, within reason, of course. This idea came to me when I was sixteen. My father died suddenly. He died in a hotel room in Hollywood, Florida. He had arrived that day to attend a conference he had wanted to go to for his entire working life. He was just 50 years old. The irony was that he died the night before the conference started. He never got his wish.

His death taught me that it was worse to regret something unexperienced than be sorry for something that didn’t work. I never experimented with drugs. Yes, I had a joint or two in my 20’s, but that was it. For the record, pot makes me horny but prevents me from coming. Not a drug I want!

Anyway, I often think about my dad and what he missed. My life has been the opposite. I’m sure I could have done much better if I had stayed the professional course. I didn’t. I tried new things and had a great time doing them. As you know, I’ve been sexually adventurous. That’s worked out very well. My heart’s been broken more than once. Whose hasn’t? I’ve also managed to find true, lasting love. That wouldn’t have happened if I followed the safe path.

Over the years, I’ve written about many of my sexual adventures. I haven’t written about the others. That isn’t the point. I don’t consider myself a role model. I don’t want others to follow in my footsteps. What I want is to ask you to reconsider every time you want to say no. I’m not talking about impulses to harm yourself or others. I’m talking about opportunities to broaden your experiences. Take that trip. Try that new kink. The idea of “someday” is a myth. Opportunities rarely come around more than once. There are always good reasons to avoid doing something. That’s inertia.

I’ve had a very good life so far. That can’t be taken away from me. I rode the Cyclone in Coney Island. I got Mrs. Lion to ride it too. I’ve had a relationship with two women (tiring but fun). I’ve topped dozens of women. Some have topped me. I went on a photographic safari in Africa. I’ve witnessed some historical moments. I have my father to thank for all of these wonderful memories. In a way, his death taught me to live. Thank you, dad.

Even kinky people can get into a rut. Mrs. Lion and I seem to have found ourselves in one. I’ve been unable to get very aroused when Mrs. Lion tries to turn me on and edge me. I’m sure it’s that I’m in a slump. It’s also because we have fallen into a routine. Sure, it’s a fun routine that includes oral sex. I always like that; what male doesn’t? Right now, it isn’t enough.

In her post yesterday, Mrs. Lion wrote that she planned to shove the Njoy butt plug up my ass as a way to spice things up. That might work, but it is her standard second-stage technique when sexual stimulation alone doesn’t work. I understand that Mrs. Lion has to depend on her imagination to develop activities I might like. Over the years, I’ve made lots of suggestions. Most require considerable effort to implement. That is certainly a big part of the problem.

We get back to the elephant in the room. Mrs. Lion has no interest in sex. Doing things to or for me isn’t exciting. She does them as a service to me. I’m very grateful that she does. It’s natural to look for ways to dispense the service as efficiently as possible. If pegging me turned her on, then she would want to spend time with plugs and dildos. Similarly, if bondage were exciting, she would want to take the time to restrain me. They aren’t. The bottom line is that they take time and energy away from things she would much rather do.

To make matters worse, this is obvious to me. I’m lucky that she loves me enough to do all she does to give me a sex life. As I get older, it becomes more difficult to get me off. I understand that. She hasn’t found any way to enjoy topping me. She says that she enjoys getting me off. I don’t doubt it. If I can’t get to the edge, then that fun has been removed.

In the past, I asked her to check out other sites written by women tops. She looked at some but said she didn’t like reading the posts. She sometimes shops BDSM supply websites. She only does that when she has an idea she wants to implement. Maybe it’s time for me to give up on sex too. Or, maybe I should take sex into my own hands again. I won’t like that. I’ve never favored masturbation, but at least it will take the pressure off my lioness. It’s unfair to expect her to keep providing me with a one-way sex life.

[Mrs. Lion — Poor Lion. (Did I roll my eyes out loud?) I think he needs to get over the idea that I need to be turned on to “service” him correctly. I’ll drag out dildos and handcuffs if it will get his motor running. And keep your hands off yourself, my pet.]

Yes, I’ve been writing about dogs quite a bit lately. Losing our wonderful golden retriever, Daisy, was a serious blow. Thanks to misinformation and veterinarians who should know better, the poor dog suffered unnecessarily. Worse, the local vet didn’t even interpret her behavior correctly and left her in terrible pain. I had faith that a vet recommended by Mrs. Lion’s coworkers could be trusted. Wrong! You can read the sad story here.

Since it’s obvious that the vast majority of vets get away with mediocre medical ability, it falls on our shoulders to do our own research. I was very curious about the widespread hip problems that afflict dogs. Our undereducated vets tell us that bad hips are caused by poor breeding. There is some truth to this, but it is far from the whole story.

Recent research (2020 study in Germany) proves a strong correlation between spaying and neutering and joint disease. It turns out that for most breeds, particularly larger dogs, spaying and neutering at any age will increase the odds that the dog will suffer from joint disease and cancer later in life. Our trusty vets and the ASPCA tell us to neuter our pets at six months. According to the study, this is too young for any breed.

Golden retrievers are particularly sensitive to the effects of having their reproductive organs removed. The study gave recommendations by breed. Goldens should never be spayed or neutered. Period. The AKC Canine Health Foundation knows this. Do our lazy, money-grubbing vets know? Nope. They would have to read journal articles to learn. Besides, they make good money ripping out doggy ovaries and gonads.

There are obvious questions about keeping dogs intact (able to reproduce). They need to be controlled to avoid accidental pregnancies. It turns out that in Finland, where it is against the law to spay or neuter, the stray dog problem is almost nonexistent. The dog population there is well controlled. Here in the US, where ignorant advocates like Betty White rave about spaying and neutering, the stray dog population is out of control. It has nothing to do with population control. It’s all about irresponsible dog owners.

Mrs. Lion and I would prefer to prevent Willow from accidental pregnancy. Almost all kennels and doggy daycare facilities require spayed animals. Two solutions will avoid the horrible fate that Daisy suffered. The first is a hysterectomy. The uterus is removed, and the ovaries are left intact. This allows the dog’s hormones to remain in balance. There are no studies on this yet, but researchers believe there is evidence that this less radical sterilization solution will avoid the problems associated with spaying.

Males can get a vasectomy. I got one, and my hips are fine. Seriously, vasectomy is a safe way to sterilize a male. Some people neuter males to “calm” them. It’s true that when you cut a male’s balls off, his testosterone level goes down, and he is calmer. However, the risk to the poor dog’s bones isn’t worth it. Females can get a tubal ligation. This isn’t 100% reliable, but very good.

There are a limited number of vets who will do hysterectomies or vasectomies. Most vets claim they weren’t taught to do them in med school and therefore, refuse. A Google search will yield a list of vets in your area who will do it. It costs more (what else is new?) than spaying. It’s worth it. The study (link above) has a chart for different breeds that indicate the optimum age for spaying and neutering. Some breeds, like golden retrievers, should never be spayed or neutered.

It may seem odd that you get this information from a sex blogger. All I can say is that it’s important to be an educated medical consumer. This goes for your pets as well as yourself. Remember that vets are in business to make money. Time spent learning about new developments is a time when they aren’t making money. Unfortunately, veterinary malpractice isn’t a lucrative legal area for lawyers to pursue. Generally, the most you can win in a lawsuit is the cost of the animal. The amount of work needed to build a case makes it likely that any action will cost more to mount than could be won.

Yelp is one way to evaluate vets. Unfortunately, my research shows that negative reviews are almost exclusively about rude office staff and vets. Very few discuss malpractice. I believed that recommendations from people we know would be a good way to find a qualified vet. It isn’t always. We found a new vet for Willow. It’s a very large practice that isn’t accepting new patients. One of Mrs. Lion’s coworkers has two dogs who have chronic medical issues. She is very enthusiastic about how her dogs are helped. Yelp reviews are also overwhelmingly positive. The practice agreed to accept Willow as a patient.

One last suggestion: Get medical insurance for your pet. It isn’t cheap. Willow’s policy costs $167 a month. The rate is based on medical costs in our area, not breed or age. Daisy had Trupanion insurance. It paid 90% of all treatments. It didn’t cover exams or routine treatments. It did cover her expensive medications. Her anti-seizure drugs cost over $100 a month. Trupanion paid 90%. Her end-of-life hospital treatment cost $2,600. Our share was $450. There is no way we could have afforded these costs without insurance.

Would you please take the time to become an educated animal medical consumer? Learn all you can. You wouldn’t blindly trust a doc-in-a-box with critical medical care for you or a loved one. It’s no different for your pets. The vast majority of vets care about animals and try to offer good care. That doesn’t mean these well-meaning animal docs don’t make mistakes. Sadly, when they do, no one lets them know. It’s up to us to keep them honest and our pets healthy and happy.

I hate writing about not wanting sex. It’s not what a sex blogger should be discussing. The simple fact is that my sex drive seems broken. On Wednesday night Mrs. Lion gave me oral attention. It felt very good. After all, it’s my favorite sexual activity. It took a long time for me to get hard in her mouth. Once I did, my arousal got stalled. Sure, I liked it. At times, I was sure I would get to the edge. I didn’t.

It’s ironic that Mrs. Lion can easily reach orgasm but doesn’t want to. I absolutely want to ejaculate but can’t. It reminds me of the Pinter play, “No Exit.” A straight man, a gay man, and a gay woman are trapped in a room with no door. It’s an odd drama that gives a vision of hell. All are clearly interested in sex but can’t find a partner. The tensions mount with no possible resolution. That’s how I feel. My lioness is orgasmic but uninterested. I’m interested but not orgasmic. Unfair!

Mrs. Lion is sure that my ability to ejaculate will turn on as suddenly as it turned off. I hope so. If history is any indication, she’s right. It doesn’t feel that way to me. I know, I know, I’ve sung this song before. There’s a good chance that Mrs. Lion is right. Tell that to my penis. I can’t claim that my interest in being spanked is unsatisfied. It’s way more than satisfied. I don’t have any idea what might trigger my libido. Mrs. Lion has a large repertoire of things she can do to me. Maybe running through some of them will refresh my libido.

Unspanked and marked. Click image to view larger.

Speaking of spanking, I appear to have permanent marks on my bottom due to being paddled so often. It’s probably a natural darkening of the skin caused by the repeated swats. It may be similar to the darkening most people get around the anus. I’m sure it’s harmless, but it tells a tale of spankings to a knowledgeable viewer. I wonder how many other guys experience this.

That’s me over 10 years ago. I haven’t jerked off since Jan. 2014.

I put a small survey on Twitter. I asked women readers to answer this question: Do you like to watch a man you know intimately masturbate? 70% said that they do. 30% said that they do only if they are sexually aroused. None said that they didn’t like to watch. This surprised me. I’ve read some female sex bloggers write disparagingly about males jerking off while they watched. Apparently, watching a sexual partner play with his penis is fun for all of the women. Nice, I suppose. It’s not a topic likely to come up here.