Real Men

I devoured magazines as a kid, this being the pre cable/satellite era, we had a selection of three channels showing essentially the same crap. Grocery stores always had the widest selection of magazines to escape the dreary routine of small town life. Whenever we went to acquire sundries I made a beeline to the magazine rack, especially looking forward to the first or middle of the month when the new issues were available. I went from comics, to martial arts to rock n roll mags, then graduating to the more brazen such as true detective, soldier of fortune, even popular mechanics. My grandparents always had a National Geographic and a Time magazine, I liked the Geographic better, it never failing to place you right smack dab in the middle of whatever exotic destination they happen to be describing.

However I missed the first generation of the men’s pulp magazines, before we crash landed in a world of airbrushed plastic, and tasteless consumerism. The pseudo homo erotic adventure stories, absurdly vivid tales of bosomy jungle women, excellent art work, these magazines would now be castigated for the politically incorrect portrayal of the post WW2 American male.

Sexual Evolution

Am amused by the way my tastes in women have changed over the years. In my youth I was pretty inexperienced, selfish, and not very confident. As I have matured; becoming more comfortable with my sexual preferences, I now interact with the opposite sex in an entirely different way, even men to a certain extent. It goes beyond physical beauty with another being, you want to know the person, discover their personality, or lack of one.

Sex negative teaching led me to believe that a male reaches his sexual peak at 18, why this has been perpetuated is mystifying. I am capable of the same amount of sex as I was at 18, perhaps even more. I think back to the lack of sex education, and perhaps its lack of exposure that has led to a later sexual awakening than others, or perhaps not.

Either way, its a satisfying evolution.