Ending August Peacefully
My most recent posts have been kind of melancholy and I realize that. Things just took a weird turn later in the month and it was a combination of several contributing factors.
Life is going smoother now and everything feels lighter. I’m ending the month (and the summer) on a positive note. I just got in from a very quiet stroll through the neighborhood. The temperatures are in the low 60s and the moon was beautiful tonight.
On Saturday, I went shopping with the Professor (I’ve decided to refer to Nathan as that because it’s just easier). This is his first autumn in his house so he wanted my help picking out fall decorations for it. I think he bought out some very nice items and his whole home looks very warm and cozy.
I do love decorating for fall. I tend to gravitate toward warmer reds, greens, and browns, so it’s one season where everything I have works perfectly. Right now, my home is pretty scarce on decor, though. I’m still getting used to living back in the house. Many things are still in boxes but it’s a gradual process.
I did manage to clean up my office, bedroom, and kitchen this weekend. It’s so nice to be able to walk on the floor without boxes and stuff in the way. I already feel much better.
Then on Sunday, the Professor and I had some homemade meatloaf and macaroni and cheese that his mother had made. Tea and oatmeal raisin cookies for desert and we watched Psycho II. It was a very comfort food type of evening and I enjoy watching scary movies in the fall. I realize it’s not fall yet, but I’ve accepted it in my own mind. Once I’m into a season, I commit to it. That’s the weather according to me.
Au revoir, dear summer. We’ve had some good times and it’s the season I met the Professor in. That makes it very special. But it’s time for a new season and more peaceful memories ahead.
The Dick Post
This is a post about dick. Are you ready?
It will soon be one year since I embarked on the journey of restoring my foreskin. I wrote about it a few times when I first started, but there was a long period of laziness on my behalf, so I can’t really say I’ve been consistent. The good thing is that you can do it at your own pace.
I’ll tell you this, though. I know this for certain… I have more skin than I had last year. Considerably more. I have more sensitivity where I didn’t before, and I find sexual activities to be more pleasurable. That was my goal when I started this, so that mission is definitely accomplished.
How it’s measured
A lot of men refer to this Real Coverage Index. It’s a 10 point scale, with RCI-0 being very tightly cut and RCI-9 having so much skin that it hangs over, even when erect.
My best estimate would be that I was a RCI-2 when I started. There was some loose skin that wrinkled when I was soft and not really much when I was hard.
Right now, I’m a RCI-4, which is said to be the most frustrating stage. There is enough skin to cover the head when it’s soft and enough skin to work with when I’m hard, but not enough skin for it to stay covered on its own. Very frustrating indeed!
With all that being said, I have no intention of ever being an RCI-9. I know I want to make it to RCI-5, where it stays covered on its own. Probably RCI-6. We’ll see.
By the way, this system of measurement can be a little controversial. There are different variations of it online and some people prefer others. It’s not an exact science, but instead, just a general guide to determine where you are in the restoration process.
How I did it
We can never truly restore our foreskin and that’s the sad part. But new skin cells can be produced and that creates new skin growth. Thanks to gravity, the skin puts extra weight on the penis until you have so much skin that it hangs over the head.
When we talk about foreskin restoration, what we’re really doing is creating new skin growth on the penis until it looks and acts like an actual foreskin. The name of the game is just getting that new skin cell production.
I started by taking some loose skin on each side of my penis and pulling it forward as far as I comfortably could. You should never, ever feel pain! I can’t stress that enough.
I did this for just a few minutes a day and actually had very fast progress at first. You may notice it too. It’s a lot of fun seeing your penis evolve and learning new techniques. You’ll find yourself experiencing pleasure in new ways and the progress is very rewarding.
How I knew it was worth it
I reached the RCI-4 level in 6 months using only the technique illustrated above. Sometimes I would do it for 30 minutes, like when I was watching a TV show. But then I got very lazy for a very long time and did nothing for many months.
That changed one night when someone gave me the most mind blowing orgasm using my foreskin. I have a rule to never discuss my sex life on here, so I won’t say which partner it was and I’ll try to be anonymous about this.
But basically he took the skin and pulled it over the head. Then he stuck his tongue under the skin and started licking the underside my dick. I was paralyzed by pleasure. I couldn’t even stand up afterwards and I felt euphoric. It was wildly intense!
At that point, I knew this foreskin restoration was completely worth it! Needless to say, this is my favorite sexual activity now.
The next step
Once I’d experienced how truly great a foreskin can be, I wanted to continue my restoration process. I’ve made the joke to friends that I want so much foreskin, you’ll be able to fit a village of people in it! 
Being at the RCI-4 level, I felt I’d outgrown the old technique. I bought a TLC Tugger to help move things along.
Wow, wow, wow! I cannot say enough good things about this device. It has two functions:
1) You can use two pieces and connect them to a strap, which pulls the skin forward. This generates the new skin cell production, thus creating the new skin. You can wear it under your clothes at work and nobody can even tell. Since the feeling can get intense, you should start off very slowly. I started out at 30 minutes per day and now I can handle about 2-4 hours per day. This is commonly referred to as “tugging,” by the way.
2) When you’re not tugging, you can use the cone piece and it keeps the skin pulled over the head of your penis. I love this, it’s amazing! It isn’t sticky or painful, yet it keeps the skin pulled over. This is very important because you want your head covered. The dry, dead skin cells will flake off and the glans will become smooth, shiny, and more sensitive. It’s wonderful for sex.
The price of the TLC Tugger is $53, shipping included, and I highly recommend it. Yes, I know, we’re all on a budget. I know you’ll find plenty of homemade alternatives and ideas on the web. But when you see what it does, the price is a bargain.
Every circumcised man should do this!
The reason I did this was for better sex. I’ve always had problems as a result of my circumcision. Lack of feeling has been the biggest concern and it was getting worse with age.
When the head of your penis is covered by skin, it’s dramatically more sensitive and sexual activity is just better in general. It feels good to have skin moving up and down. Hey, it can’t be a mistake that every male is born with a foreskin! It’s there for a reason.
As far as myths… I was very skeptical because of urban legends. Will my penis stink? Will it be more difficult to keep clean? HONESTLY… NO! I’ve never had any problems at all. I just keep my dick clean, like any man should.
The quality of my sex life has improved 200%. You could not pay me to go back to being circumcised! That’s my story of foreskin restoration. I’ll post again when I’ve reached my goal.
Tug on, guys.
What Is the Universe Sending You Today?
I am constantly moved, challenged, and inspired by the posts of Davey Wavey. One of the things he talks a lot about is what the Universe is sending him.
I used to think about the Universe a lot, and must admit that the more in alignment I became with my positive thinking, the more good things came to me. Lately, especially this past week, I’ve been very negative. No surprisingly, bad news has continued to come.
I am accepting love and comfort today from the Universe. I am making a conscious effort to try and start each day with gratitude and re-assessing my life to keep myself on a path to happiness.
I encourage you to do the same. What is the Universe sending you today? Leave a comment and let me know!
Paralyzed
This past weekend has been very difficult for me, and it closes out an even more difficult week as a whole. I’m generally able to bounce back from sad moods at the drop of a hat, but when I do get down, the pain is so agonizing that I can hardly move.
I spent the weekend with my parents in Illinois. My mother and I had a good heart-to-heart. She’s a good listener, although I rarely agree with her advice, so I don’t seek it. But she was empathetic and nurturing, all the things a mother should be.
The reasons why I feel so down are numerous. A lot of bad things seemed to happen all at once in my life. Some of them are my fault and some don’t have an immediate solution.
All will be resolved, one way or another. I just need to get back to Tennessee now and try to return to my normal routine. Consistency and predictability give me comfort. I need a lot of both.
The End of Summer
I had decided to go for an early evening walk through the neighborhood. The air was thick and wet from the day’s rain showers. Cars zoomed by on the busy street beside me. People getting home from work, going out for dinner, and so forth.
I felt sentimental as I realized summer was closing out. I dread the coming autumn. All the green around me will turn to shades of brown. The flowers will wither and die.
Loneliness covered me like an icy blanket as I pondered the future. Everything in my life had changed, but I was still right there, walking up and down the same street I’d walked hundreds of times over the years. I thought about how my dog Petey used to gallop proudly on his leash. Those days are gone now, and Petey lives with Rodney. It’s true that I can still bring Petey over, and we can still have those walks, but I’d be a fool to believe it’s like old times. Nothing stays the same.
The sun was setting and darkness was creeping in, so I turned around and headed back to my house. I looked over and saw a mother holding her newborn baby on the porch. I wasn’t familiar with this neighbor, and in fact, it seems most of the neighbors I once knew had moved away. So much has changed.
When I opened the front door and walked through the living room of my home, there was a brief moment of disorientation. I expected to be greeted by Rodney in the kitchen, making dinner, the air filled with the aroma of something delicious. But all I smelled was the honey-coated lotion on my skin. All I found was an empty house.
So Many Idiots, So Little Time
The healthcare debate is huge right now, and quite frankly, giving me a massive headache. In a funny kind of way, it reminds me of the gay marriage debate.
So often it seems people ask straight people what they think of gay marriage. I don’t care what straight people think of gay marriage because it doesn’t apply to them. Nobody ever stopped to ask me what I thought of straight people getting married, now did they?
On the topic of healthcare, it seems the people who are against it are ones with a nice coverage package through their employers. Gee, how convenient. Nobody asks someone who it actually affects. I’m a perfect example. I’m self employed, I used to pay for my health coverage out of pocket, and I finally just decided to let it go because the price was so high. I take a gamble with my health every day, but that’s just the way it is here in America.
I also love, love, love the people who pin this on the Democrats. Hey, in case you hadn’t noticed, we have a Democrat for President. Healthcare was a major discussion during his entire campaign and he outlined his goals over and over again. Don’t act so shocked.
John McCain just wanted to give people a tax credit, as if that would have solved anything.
The fact remains that our healthcare system is downright embarrassing. Insurance companies encourage their staff to deny claims. It’s a twisted monopoly in which making a profit is more important than helping someone who is sick. We’ve completely lost touch with the point, and I find it sad that some of the poorest countries in the world offer better coverage than we do.
Where else would you walk into an emergency room and be denied service because you didn’t have insurance?
Doggie Love
Petey came by for a visit yesterday. It was the first time I’d seen him in awhile and I was very happy to spend some time with him.
Life and Coming Attractions
I need to finish my “Mister Professor” series, and I will… I promise. Sorry if I’ve kept anyone waiting.
In the mean time, some bullet points:
› The number of “Palin 2012″ bumper stickers seems to be on the rise here in Tennessee. Further proof that this state is crazy. I can only hope that my blog is a positive influence on idiots, but I suspect that there are no readers with a Palin bumper sticker. Oh well. Maybe Google will bring some here as a result of this post.
› I’ve switched over to using only Burt’s Bees products and my skin is thanking me. I intended to write a full post about this, but if I never get around to it, I just want to say how much I love their products. If you only buy one thing from them, please buy the Honey and Shea Butter Body Butter. I have never smelled a more delicious scent.
› It’s been a full 6 months since I last talked about my foreskin restoration process! How could I be so neglectful? I still get comments and e-mails from time to time about it. Well, I’ve started using the TLC Tugger as of last week and love it. I don’t have much to report because I took a break from the process out of sheer laziness. But I will say that I have gained a good amount of new skin growth since I started the process last year, and the results have been great. Every man needs his foreskin, and now that I’ve experienced the increased sensitivity for myself, I firmly believe this. You could never argue with me about circumcision now, because I speak from personal experience.
› Oh, I got an iPhone and love it! I stand by my assessment that AT&T sucks and I hate getting dropped calls in the heart of 3G networks, but when it does work properly, it’s wonderful. I do hope that someday Verizon comes to an agreement with Apple because I would switch back to them in a heartbeat! And I don’t want to hear any bullshit about the Blackberry Storm. Tried it, hated it, and you can find page after page of customer reviews that agree it pales in comparison to an iPhone. Not that I have any strong feelings. 
I Came, I Saw, I Conquered
Picture it…
Domino’s Pizza, Chicken Carbonara bread bowl. Thick, greasy alfredo sauce with chicken and bacon in warm bowl made of pizza crust. Oh, it comes with a free Chocolate Lava Crunch cake too? I’ll take it!
Fast forward 15 minutes later. I’m bloated and stuffed, and quite frankly, I would like some more of that cake, please.
I wish I had pictures to share of this wonderful feast. Unfortunately there’s not a crumb left to photograph.
But I highly recommend it.
Tantastic!
I’m a white boy.
Yeah, I said it. Go ahead and take a moment to collect yourself.
I’m well aware of the damage caused by the sun, and even just a little bit of exposure each day is enough to cause long term effects. So I am usually pretty pale, and people aren’t shy about pointing it out.
I guess I’m so used to it that I don’t even notice. I like my whiteness. I have dark eyebrows and sharp facial features, which I think goes well with my skin tone. It makes me look a bit like a vampire. A bit intense, a bit mysterious. I personally enjoy being a white boy.
But the rest of the world is against me, that’s for sure. So this summer, I signed up for a 6 month membership to the local tanning salon.
I started out doing the tanning bed and then a spray-on tan. What a boost that gave me in my self confidence! I must admit, I did look better with some bronze, as most people do. I felt ready to take on the world when I saw myself in the mirror.
But the guilt of the tanning bed quickly got to me. I felt awful doing it to my skin, knowing the permanent damage it was causing. I also hated the way I felt. No matter how much lotion I used, I just seemed to feel so itchy and dry. It got annoying after awhile.
So now I just do the spray-on tan. I still have 4 months left to go, so I might as well use them, right? The results are more subtle and last about 4-5 days, but it’s still better than being completely pale.
But I do have to admit that I get a kick out of the people who work at the tanning salon. First of all, they are always pushing their products… pushing them hard too! Car salesmen pale in comparison to the aggressiveness of these people at the tanning salon! Whew!
Do you know that these products sell for $30-90 for a bottle? Jeez! How hard is it to get a tan in this town?
I must say that I feel kind of sad for the people I see there. They have deep wrinkles and spots, and some don’t look much older than 40. That’s too young to have that much damage to your skin. Clearly those expensive bottles don’t do much to preserve in the long run.
I’ve enjoyed my little adventure as a sexy, young, tan gay man. But after my membership expires, I don’t suspect I’ll be renewing. I suppose I’ll just have to settle with my usual pale self.
For now, I’m loving my spray-on sessions and look forward to being the tannest person at the table on Thanksgiving. Woohoo!
(Sidenote: I know, I know. I should post photos. Actually, I don’t have any dramatic before & after shots. That’s the great thing about the spray-on. It’s subtle so it doesn’t look fake, and you really can’t tell in photos. I just have more color to me, but it doesn’t look like I’ve been tanning.)
