Poetry of Sexual Love and Desire | Roberto Rubalcava Photography | Wadsworth

Taking off my clothes piece by piece, I turn to you, unwrap my body, feel you trace its contours with your fingers. I am accustomed to covering, what I now bare, watch you waken and wash me with your eyes. I feel the cloth of your skin, uncovered, inviting me in, feel your breath warm in my ear. I lean closer into you, feel your blood surge as you hold me and I echo the beat pulling on us as I wrap my legs around you and open as morning glories do when...

Nostalgic for Curves (NSFW)

As a young man, about the only way I was going to see the female form in all its natural glory was to pick up a “Gentleman’s” magazine or spend an hour and a half in a Pussycat Theater. Neither of these venues provided a realistic view of the female population. Admittedly, the magazines of today are even less realistic, and the Pussycat theaters have all closed down. In the intervening 30+ years, my appreciation has expanded to include a...

Is Female Eroticism Un-American?

“The world, you see, no longer has any tolerance for – let alone fascination with – people who aren’t willing to publicize themselves…increasingly, the perception is that everyone is knowable, everyone is accessible.” Ben Brantley,  NYT (image credit) Like sexy red shoes, hats are more than a fashion statement; unlike wicked stilettos, anyone can wear them. Some might erroneously assume this is a piece about style, but it’s not; this is...

Laugh Lines | Orgasm Envy | What’s the Big Deal?

Introducing “Laugh Lines,” semi-regular musings by a man. Join me as I welcome Mark Laughingbear to these pages, where love, sex and smut are fair game for his wit and wisdom… A lot of people these days are making a big deal about orgasms. Who has them, who doesn’t. Why they don’t. Ok, so it seems that most of the “don’t” people are women. Yes, we now have a term for guys that don’t – ED,...

Polyamour | Toward a New Sexual Love Ethic

When one is young, the idea of a real and abiding love tends to resemble a fairy tale, and there is little room in the predictable lines of a storybook romance for the messy truths that adults sometimes find themselves in. That is because love, by its very nature, surprises. It thrills and moves us in ways unimaginable, and sometimes that means our heart is tugged in two directions; without any mal-intent, it pulses to the melancholic pop melody, ‘torn...