TheEdwardian
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Fair warning - This is a repost of a Blog entry I wrote back on October 4th, 2005.
As the topic line states, this is a small treatise I wrote in regards to my upcoming vasectomy, my feelings in regards to the procedure, and my reasons for taking that route.
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Warning! This is a whine. Read no further if you have had your fill today!
You've been warned!
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The question of "potency" is strictly a male-oriented conundrum... Women don't feel male "potency", but more a power of "fertility", "fecundity", "fulsomeness"; The capability to bring life into the world. My definition of "male potency" is that feeling of raw power, the thrust and spurt of male virility, to bring 'rounded' fertility to that which was open and available.
Any idea what I am writing about? I have a feeling that any men reading this know that feeling intimately. It is part and parcel of being a male...
Tomorrow, I am going to see an urologist, for two 'items':
1). Inflammation of the Testicular Cords.
2). To arrange to have my 'potency' nullified (or technically, a vasectomy)(non-technically, to be neutered, spayed, emasculated, gelded, sterilized, castrated, rendered unsexed, eunuchized, caponize, etc.), or in shorter words, going to go get "fixed"...
You would probably would find it funny to know that both 'items' are related/intertwined to one another...
The long sordid story:
- I consider myself a highly sexual being. If you were a clinical pathologist, you would probably classify me as a "sex addict" immediately. My wife, on the other hand, considers any form of partnered sex to be rather blase, and would rather read a romance novel for its hot-n-heavy sex scenes, than engage in any 'heavy petting' with me.
This is not to say that sex did not happen in our relationship; It just happened "once in a blue moon", which roughly calculates to once every 4-6 months, depending on my wife's mood. Also, my wife is allergic to 'The Pill', so the only means of viable contraception was the good 'ol condom.
This was okay for awhile, until the day my wife got it into her head that she wanted a baby, which meant no more 'Mr. Rubber'. To me, the experience between condom sex, and condom-less sex was vast and staggering. All previous 'encounters' had been with a prophylactic encasing my wanger, and to engage in sex without the condom made a World of *difference*
Four years ago, my wife was diagnosed with Idiopathic Cardiomyopathy. Roughly translated: "We in the Medical Community haven't a freakin' clue why one side of your heart is weaker than the other".
My wife was and still is in no immediate danger, since the condition is monitored and stabilized with a drug regimen, but getting pregnant was Right Out, since her heart could not be expected to handle the extra burden. To get pregnant would mean that she was putting her life and the life of the baby, at risk.
We tried to return to 'Sex with a Condom', but I found it wholly desensitizing and unappealing, and my wife agreed.
Two years ago, we went through the process of adopting a child, which helped my wife with her feelings of 'infertility' brought on by her heart condition, but the happy event (for both of us) pretty much drove the final nail into the coffin of our sex life.
Suffice it to say, I became an expert masturbator.
Unfortunately, my 'clean-up technique' was flawed. Just before ejaculation, I would pinch off the tip of my penis to prevent the ejaculate from escaping, trapping it in the urethra until I could reach the bathroom. This 'activity' created 'backflow' pressure through my prostate, and 'backup' pressure to build in my testicular cords. The frequency at which I would do this is the cause of my current 'inflammation'... I now always bring a tissue or paper towel to any such masturbatory 'activity' on my part, but this doesn't help the 'pre-existing' condition...
Hence, the visit with the urologist. Once the inflammation is taken care of, then we can probably move on to scheduling the vasectomy.
From my male friends that have had the procedure done, it is nothing to worry about. I just get strapped up in a 'Pelvic Examination Table' with a courtesy sheet, have my previously shaven scrotal sack swabbed down with cold iodine, two or three needle-fulls of Novocaine, two quick slices, two yanks, four metal clips, and two stitches, and I am 'good to go'... Pain and tenderness will remain for about two days, be sure to change the bandaging every day, and the stitches will fall out of their own accord.
Then, once my "potency" has been rendered invalid, then maybe, just maybe, my vanilla sex life can go back to previous levels...
Well, maybe not, but I do hold out hope...
So, one part of me is looking forward to the procedure, but there is also a part of me that is cringing in fear, shivering in a dark corner and clutching protectively at its' balls. It is that part that is currently putting a dull cast to my day, and will be sure to provide me with a mental dark cloud until the 'deed' is done.
Best case scenario, it can't make me any less of a Man than I already am... Can it?
Cheers, or maybe not...
The Edwardian
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