I started writing on this subject a few weeks ago, but hadn't had occasion to post it, until Amboabe recently broached the subject.
Back when I was a teenager, right through into my early twenties, erections were very easy to come by. All you had to do was smile at a boy the right way and watch the result.
I remember the days when we would slow dance at the local disco (yeah, I know you are too young to remember such things. Bite me) One particular incidence sticks in my mind – a boyfriend from back when I was about 20 couldn't make it through a slow song without getting a massive hard on. As the song would come to a close, he'd say "don't you dare step away from me" – what with those peg topped pants so popular in the 80's and his rather ample appendage, it was like erecting a tent.
All through my 20s and most of my 30s, erectile dysfunction was something that I read about as headlines in magazine advertisements or saw on TV commercials, but not something I'd ever encountered in the flesh.
There was one exception to this rule, as there invariably is, a friend with benefits from my home town. He was a serious drug user though and it was a given that he couldn't rise to the occasion. He was an incredibly passionate lover and a cunning linguist and he never seemed to be remotely bothered that he didn't get it up. Oooo – maybe he was a lesbian trapped in a man's body. Just a thought.
I've never dated older men (contrary to the ''norm'' suggested by fishnets I've never remotely been attracted to them) so prior to the demise of my relationship with my kid's dad, the oldest man I'd ever had sex with was 34.
Young penii always did what was culturally expected of them – they stood proud, hard and tall (well some were a little more diminutive, but hard nonetheless)
After the baby daddy and I broke up, I spent a couple years without even attempting to meet anyone – breastfeeding a newborn, raising a 2 year old and working full time kind of takes the edge off ones desire to date. But when I got back in the game, my new lover was 36.
This man could get a hard on. Instantly. And he could maintain it for ages, but what he couldn't do was orgasm. He managed to come with me only once although we had sex many many times and he claimed to have never orgasmed in his previous relationship. He said that he hadn't been able to come with any regularity for years, regardless of partner. Interestingly, to me at least, he claimed to never have masturbated. Which makes him a mysterious beast, but I've no idea if it impacted on his inability to orgasm.
It seems, like "high risk childbirth" kicking in at 35, this age is the one where the rot sets in for men. Although that turning point for having kids is grossly over stated and in fact many women happily produce without drama in their late 30s and early 40s, the 35 watershed for erectile dysfunction really does appear to be grounded in reality.
Every woman I know sleeping with a 35+ has the same lament - from the hot to the homely. Maybe it's always, maybe very infrequently, but at some point the male member fails to rear it's head.
Whilst my (Thank you God even though I am an atheist) experience with the phenomenon is very limited, it has been suggested that the root cause is stress. And it makes sense that a man approaching middle age probably has bigger and fancier stresses than a manboy of 25, but I wonder if it runs deeper even than that.
I wonder if in fact it's a control thing. Girls learn from the beginning of their sexual experience that making a boy cum is like falling off a log. It really couldn't be any easier. Making a girl orgasm - especially a young not-so-sure-of-herself one - can take time and effort. Maybe men get tired of being the ones who are culturally expected to be easy. Maybe the 35+ man wants a little bit more consideration and so, consciously or not, he makes his female work that little bit harder.
What beats me though is the historical fact that a large percentage of men go for younger women. Once they reach the mid life crisis point, the age gap widens considerably. This is also the time where they are statistically most likely to have problems getting it up. Perhaps they think that some young hottie will increase their chances, but it seems that hotness doesn't have all that much to do with it.
No wonder some bright spark invented Viagra.
I know that if I'd met erectile dysfunction in my 20's, I would have taken it personally. These days, I'd rather not encounter it and am unfazed and supportive when I do, but it doesn't upset my ego. ''Honey, it's not me, it's you''.
The obligatory back catalogue:
Daddy's Girl
I need a Frenchman
What I want
The Fart Edition
Fisting and small snatches
How bloggers date
Did he die?
Je t'adore
Zeitgeisty's Behaviour
Rate my Profile
My kink is better than your kink
The good the bad and the ugly
I am a whore
First Date sex?
Small Juicy Ones
The Perfect Blowjob
What is a boyfriend
Friends with Benefits
Real Women
Another quick pull out
Lesbian Lovers Come Out
Digits
Asymmetrical Knobbage
Cunning Linguist
Cunnilingus
Fabulous at 40
Winehouse Reveals
The Chick Facial File
Mirrors
Confession plus Daily Knob!
Abusive?
Celebrity Confessions: Boy George
Dick Trilogy Part 3
MORE dicks in my inbox
Dicks in your inbox
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Hooksexup Confessions: Herpes
The Queen Confesses
The Arse Man Cometh
The Ass Play Chronicles
The Sandwich Blowjob Porn Connection
Bangin Ass
Deformed Dicks
Did I really dream that?
Why I don't date Celebrities
Fashionably late or just a slacker
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