It’s funny but when I travel my libido always goes through the roof. I don’t know if it’s just the stress of being away from home, as I’m pretty much a homebody, or if it’s (to be blunt) the fact that I don’t feel comfortable masturbating when I’m staying with family (pretty obvious why that might be weird), but I always find myself ready to peel paint off the walls with my fingernails after a few days.
I find too that when I’m at the airport, or just out and about, I’m always checking out the women, especially the nicely dressed ones, and feeling that familiar longing and desire. It’s the usual transvestite thing – I desire them AND I want to be them and be tied up being them, etc. etc.
Then yesterday I also saw with my family the movie Charlie Wilson’s War, which is very good and very funny, and also has some really hot women in it, including all the office secretaries who are so damn cute. There’s one shot of this adorable girl walking from behind with her high heels and legs and fitted suit and her ponytail swinging back and forth. Yikes! Well, I sound like a total perv but so it is. The lust and yearning just drive themselves into me like a screwdriver. It’s good to be back home and be able to get some relief from it.
Oh, just enjoy it while you can. In another 10-15 years, your testosterone level will be unmeasurable (and so will your libido). Oh, I know, “that will never happen to me.” Yeah, that’s what I said too. To make matters even worse, a 50-year-old guy makes one hell of a dumpy-looking woman, no matter how hard you work at it. Having thus brightened your day, I hope you have a great new year.
I hear you, Misty. It’s that inevitable slide into oblivion for all of us. But in the meantime, yeah, I’m really really really enjoying it ;-)
hey hey hey… Misty,
Careful with the prejudices. Firstly I did not know what end of the scale your unmeasurable meant, then I thought you were talking about a guy in his nineties. Then I understood and I have to disagree.
I am 49, so in the age range I am close enough to your definitions of dumpy, and no-longer-existing libido.
There is still hope and a good chance to be one’s best at fifty. No one must look dumpy in their fifties.
My doctor can easily measure my levels whatsoever, and depending on stress and angst levels, I am within over-average margins. But I strongly contradict your really bleek predictions. If you dare telling me into my eyes that I am looking dumpy, I’ll put a purgative into your drink.
Now Sandra, your text puts it so well. The longing to have “her”, to be “her” to do unmentionable things to “her”, and have them done to yourself, aaaah! And rest assured, it will not go away. Enjoy it as long as you’re comfy with it.
i have experienced similar spikes in desire when on vacation. maybe it is because i am away from daily stress and routine and have the time to let my mind wander to what is really important.
the feeling of renewed and increased energy extends to other things in my life, like projects i want to do, etc.
and i like your statement about watching women and assessing their clothes and how i would look in them. i’ve done that all my life, it seems. i also assess whether i could get their elbows to touch behind their back if i were to tie them up.
it’s a weird and wonderful world.