it’s difficult to be upright and perverse, emotional and intellectual, impenetrable and vulnerable, without sacrificing the integrity and value of all of them.

—corus aquilo

This is the first time that a comment has been so good, it spawned another entry (although I fail to see how being a well-rounded individual has anything to do with personal identity, so I cut that part out).

In P.E. during high school, I learned that there’s no such thing as the perfect athlete. If someone builds up their speed, they lose endurance. If someone works on their strength, they lose flexibility. To be a perfect athlete is impossible, because there’s a very strict physical limitation involved.

To be well rounded in a much more general sense, to be a modern day (non-pedagogically relevant) Renaissance Man, on the other hand, is only limited by the mind. This means that many qualities do not oppose each other the way physical qualities do. One can be cerebral, intellectual, yet emotional at the same time. One can be firm and opinionated about recycling, yet open-minded about god and religion, all at once. One can appreciate fucking hard and fucking gently, because one does not take away from the other.

The key to this is a separation of self from bias. One has to be able to appreciate anything from any other point of view. To do this requires an almost purely subjective mindset, tearing oneself away of ones own bias. Only then can one improve in any aspect. The hardest thing, as noted by corus aquilo, is keeping the integrity and value of both, because appreciation, not enjoyment, is the true measure of being rounded. They may go hand-in-hand, as appreciation often leads to enjoyment, but it’s the basis of such that becomes important. There’s a fine line between those who enjoy a box of Kraft Dinner as much as 20 oz. New York steak, and those who can appreciate the two. The former is considered a person with no taste, the latter can be considered a cosmopolite.

The Olympic decathlon record holder often holds the title of “the Worlds Greatest Athlete”. It’s the only objective test of all around athletic ability, measured in speed, spring, strength, and stamina. To be a better person in the general sense, is to be a rounded in much the same manner. The measure is anything from conversational skills, to generosity, to golf handicap, to patience, to academic achievements.

The only objective test is life.

I have this theory that there’s no myth to the female orgasm. There are some who can have one and some who can’t. Most of the girls I’ve dated have been able to achieve climax (or have led me to believe so), but there was one who never did and never seemed to care. There is no set attribute for all women.

This may be supported by the fact that it’s the same with the types of orgasms, which vary not only from woman to woman, but from each occurring time as well. Some are implosive, some are explosive. Some are centered in a region, some affect the entire body. Some cause lethargy, some cause energy.

Another girlfriend was of a similar demeanour, but I could tell that she had the ability to be taught at the right time, and the right person would have the patience to teach her the right things. I find that mentally strong girls are the ones who have the best orgasms. They’re also the most fun, because they know what they like and they aren’t afraid to ask for it, allowing for a lot of exploration. It was only when I met a strong girl that I was comfortable pushing her body, comfortable figuring out what she liked. She had the best orgasms, and she’s the only one I know who’s been able to have two very different, very distinct orgasms in a row, or orgasms that would last longer than a minute.

Even the expressions afterwards are unique, whether it’s a jocular look of “Don’t touch me, I’m overstimulated” or bewildered “What the FUCK did you just do?” or “Give me a minute, I can’t feel my brain”. Guys are totally different. Their expressions are linked to their orgasms, and they only have two: the angry face (aggressive, dominant, empowering), and the confused face (soft, whimpering, almost sorry, à la Ben Stiller in There’s Something About Mary).

But that’s just my theory.

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I wonder what the target market is. Men who can’t seem to last longer than eight seconds, or sensitive guys who just want to be better lovers for their woman? I’ve been led to believe that they’re for men who don’t enjoy having any feelings in their cock after sex. (I apologize for the use of the word cock in the last sentence. My entries have been commented as being strongly penile, which bothers some women. The word itself makes some women uncomfortable. Penis.)

They remind me of this trip to the dentist I had when I was young, and had been a bad boy for letting a cavity develop. Before cleaning the site and cementing the filling, my dentist stuck me with three needles of local anesthetic. 15 minutes later, he came back and started to work sore, fully sensational, mouth. I left his office, and shortly after I got home, my mouth went completely numb and I stharted to taalk liyke thith.

I keep finding new white hairs on my head. I’m starting to go slightly grey on the sides like my father, although he started at 15. My hair is still very thick though, while his has thinned significantly. Some see the thick hair as a good thing, but I see it mostly as a hassle. If I don’t condition, it turns coarse. Aaron jokes that it’s my mane, as if girls grab onto it to control me during sex.

One of the most embarrassing things to ever happen to me was when I was getting intimate with a person I just started dating. She suddenly said, “I don’t think we should be doing this…”, in a sort of whiny, operatic tone.

First thought: “Uh oh”

Second thought: “Oh wait, I get it. Quick, say something sexy”

First words out of mouth: “Don’t you want to?”

Third thought: “Oh god I’m an idiot”

Her response: “Just gotta play along…”

We hadn’t known each other for very long, so it’s not like the whole concept of role-playing had been previously discussed. It wouldn’t have mattered anyway, because I’m the worst actor in the world if I’m unprepared. If I have a story or mindset planned out beforehand I can act perfectly, but if I have to think on the spot my mind just freezes. The hardest part of a situation like this is that I’d feel like I was taking advantage of a girl (albeit falsely), which is something I don’t think I could even pretend to do.