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There’s a famous scene in “When Harry Met Sally” in which Sally fakes an orgasm in the middle of a restaurant. It all stems from a conversation about women faking orgasms and men not knowing. I don’t pretend to be the worldwide authority on orgasms and whether or not all women have faked them at one time or another. I’m not a fan of faking them. If the world didn’t move then it didn’t move. I do believe sex can feel really good without actually having an orgasm. I’m not talking about intentionally keeping someone from having an orgasm, as in edging. I mean sometimes it just doesn’t happen.

I haven’t been interested in sex for a long time. I haven’t figured out why. I know the mechanics of it still work. I can have orgasms. I just don’t get turned on enough to pursue them. There have been times that I’ve given Lion “real” sex so he can come inside me but I don’t have an orgasm. Should I fake it when I ride him? Would that make him feel better? Would he know I faked it? I guess he’d suspect now that I’ve wondered about it.

For the record, I love having Lion inside me. I don’t care if I have an orgasm or not. I should do it for him more often, whether I’m planning on giving him an orgasm or not. I’ve never tried to edge him vaginally but I assume it can be done. It just takes practice. Sounds like a plan to me!

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Do sex bloggers have more sex? Do we at least think about sex more than other people? Does the act of articulating our deep involvement with genitalia add significance to what we do, at least in our own minds? Think about it. When Mrs. Lion sucks my cock am I thinking how good it feels or am I composing tomorrow’s post in my head?

This isn’t a problem unique to writers. There’s an entire generation who don’t believe something’s happened until they record it with a selfie, Facebook comment or tweet. A few years ago I was in Pisa, Italy attending a conference. My hotel was very close to the Leaning Tower. I made a point of people watching each afternoon.

Almost no one photographed the famous tower. They took pictures of each other with the tower. Europeans and Americans pretended to be holding the tower up in their pictures. Orientals showed themselves pushing it over. I’m not stereotyping. Over several days I couldn’t find a single exception. It must be something cultural. But what?

More importantly, it was further evidence that people can’t accept experiencing something unless they have it in a picture they’ve published to their friends. No wonder virtual reality is so exciting to them. It’s their first three-dimensional experience.

I’m not in that generation, but I’m not a whole lot better. Based on my digital photo collection and what I’ve published here in the blog, it looks like I don’t believe my penis exists unless it is memorialized in an image. I haven’t reached the point that I need to whip out my iPhone and show Mrs. Lion a dick pic before I believe we are going to have sex. That day may be coming.

I read that Tumblr is eliminating all explicit sexual images. This has hit the online community like an earthquake. Where are the non-bloggers going to publish their dick pics? Can a millennial male have a sex life without a URL pointing to his penis? Egads! The human race may be in danger of dying out!

As a male whose penis appears in many published posts, I understand the appeal of displaying it. There is a naughty sense of exhibitionism when revealing your junk. I’m pretty sure the opposite sex isn’t generally interested in random cock shots. The only ones I like are mine. I can fantasize that some of our female readers also enjoy seeing my average manhood.

Please note that I show great restraint by not publishing yet another view of my penis with this post. After all, it is a natural location for such a display.

The Web with easy, free access to the ability to create and publish content has created this monster. Of course, digital photography that doesn’t require taking film to the drugstore for processing is a key part of this too. Add in smartphones with their excellent cameras and free, unlimited storage of pictures they take and you have a perfect storm of a photographic nightmare. The cherry on top of this horror is the selfie. Phones have lenses on the screen side too so that you can conveniently take pictures of yourself.

If you go on vacation and you lose your phone, does it mean you never took the trip? If I have an orgasm and don’t publish it here, did I really have sex? You can breathe a sigh of relief. Every juicy orgasm since February 2014 has appeared in the blog. That means they really happened. Whew!

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As Lion said, we lost a parrot sometime in the night. She was the quieter noisemaker. She loved her sound effects. Doorbells, ringing phones, game show sounds, she loved them all. She could talk. She just chose sounds over speaking although she always asked the dog if she wanted to go out (in my voice) and she greeted me with “hi cutie” in Lion’s voice. It will definitely be a much quieter house with her gone. The other parrot talks less and makes less general noise but when he squawks you can hear him down the driveway.

I guess the parrot’s death is just icing on the cake given how horrible we’ve been feeling. I know it’s coincidence but it seems like things like this always happen at the end of the year. We did get sick a little early this year. For the past few years we got sick at Christmas or at New Year’s. We’re coming up on the fifteenth anniversary of my father’s death in a few days. No wonder I talk about hibernating every year.

I’m sorry we’ve been such downers lately. I’m sure it’s less fun to read about our problems than it is to live through them. Things will pick up soon. We have to feel better at some point. Sex will resume shortly after that.

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We’ve had better weeks than this. My sleep is badly interrupted. I got about three hours last night. Yesterday, I ended up sleeping from 2 to 4pm. That didn’t help that night. The side effects from this new medicine are really knocking me for a loop. I keep hoping I will get used to the stuff. So far, no real luck.

This morning I lost an old friend. I’ve had an African Gray parrot for 25 years. She’s been a cheerful companion every day. Mrs. Lion grew to love her too. Last night she died. There was no real warning other than for the last day or two she lost interest in peanuts. She loved peanuts. I really miss her. I’ve had her since she was a three-month-old chick. I fed her formula until she could handle solid food. Like all African Grays, she was very smart. She always found a way to make me smile. I wish I could have said goodbye to her.

The house is very quiet today. We have a blue and gold macaw too. He’s slightly older. He’s been very quiet. I know he misses her too.

On top of all this, Mrs. Lion’s cold isn’t getting any better. Obviously, the last thing on our minds is sex. Mrs. Lion has been asking me to do things to help her. That’s new. In the past, she just did things and felt badly if I didn’t read her mind about what I should do. I have a short “honey do” list for today.

I’m not used to feeling this crappy. Sorry to be whining. I have an appointment with the doctor who prescribed the drugs causing me problems on Friday. It’s unlikely he can do much to help. Apparently, all the drugs that treat this problem have similar side effects.

One of the side effects of writing daily posts is that occasionally we talk about non sexual stuff. We’ll bounce back quickly. In the meantime, think a good thought for our little bird.