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To add a couple of clarifications to my post as I struggle to catch up with you folks:

1.Once engaged in a romantic encounter I see no priority higher than giving and taking pleasure in each other. The background concern to do no harm remains but each comes to know over encounters the physical risks, boundaries, and limitations. I have, for example, little patience with a woman who is not careful with her teeth or clueless about the importance of well-oiled machinery. For my part, I need to know, say, she can handle deep, vigorous thrusting—bashing her cervix or punching an ovary is not fun for either. 2.The ritualistic and symbolic is more freight than the locomotive of sex can pull. Afterwards, it can be further bonding to explore each others inner awareness of physical intimacy, but optimal sex is mostly about being present and fully in contact with each other, the analytic, implicative engine needs to go quiet. I am not one to pre-script my encounters. If I know anything about love it entails overwhelming desire to know and delight in the other. The forms that this takes are creations that arise in process, calling on the resources and needs that each person brings to the encounter. Permissions and correctness are not considerations that have any relevance to the dynamic of a man and woman spontaneously absorbed in each other. There is nothing else but that presence. I don’t see it as a time for monitoring, analysis, and the reading of implications. There is meaning in some of the expressions we use in this context and many of them bring into focus the point here: let go and get out of your head. Fuck ourselves silly. Fuck my brains out. Fuck me senseless. 3.The appliances I spoke of, clones of the physiology, were for her internal use exclusively, not for doodlebuggery. Some folks are into pet rocks, others into…. 4.While I enjoy whacking girls off I am not into whacking them (spanking I take to be a kind of whacking off). This is no doubt a cultural thing but it is not something I fret or fuss over. Boys don’t hit girls. Men don’t hit women. Although I barge the line more than some it is of deep personal importance to me to remain a gentleman, a gentle man. For a man of my sort, being called a wuss pains less than being called a bully. I have lived a life where my sheer presence, energy, and intensity are intimidating to many; I do not wish to add fisticuffs to the mix. 5.I am not schooled in the martial arts. I have never hit a woman and would not know how to do so safely. Is there not risk of detaching a retina or addling her brain by smacking about the face?