Purple Balls

Some of the more sex­u­ally aggres­sive males of my high school gen­er­a­tion (pre-Woodstock, or for the younger of you, pre-AIDS, pre-big hair band eight­ies, pre-Grunge nineties, you know the old, old days) used to talk about “blue balls”. They would tell the girls that leav­ing them so excited with­out “blow­ing their wad” would give them “blue balls”. This was some mys­te­ri­ous dis­ease that would cause per­ma­nent dam­age and just hard to be relieved, right then. I have no idea if any of the girls believed those that tired this scheme. For that mat­ter, I have no idea if any of the girls went along with the line as a good excuse because in those days you needed an excuse - I gather none is needed today. Just so you know, most of us were much more naïve in those days than you would prob­a­bly suspect.

Lit­tle would the kid­dies of the mid six­ties have sus­pected that as they approached the age of sixty, they just might be faced with really blue balls? Maybe even worse. Mod­ern sci­ence and phar­ma­ceu­ti­cals have brought us Via­gra, Cialis and Lev­i­tra. But age and ill­ness has for some us also brought cir­cu­la­tory prob­lems, neu­ro­log­i­cal prob­lems, sex­ual performance-suppressing med­ica­tions, mus­cu­loskele­tal issues - all of which, despite the best efforts of Still Here Too can pre­vent ejac­u­la­tion period, end of story, no mat­ter, how much the erec­tion. Tried every­thing, oral, anal, pros­trate mas­sage. This goes way beyond blue balls. After days and days, pur­ple balls comes to mind. Thanks to my magic fin­gers, Still Here Too does not have to suf­fer this fate. I really do have magic fingers!

But there is a mes­sage beyond sex­ual frus­tra­tion. The advan­tage of a long-term, lov­ing, shar­ing rela­tion­ship should be obvi­ous. We put up with each other in spite of our short com­ings because we believe in each other, because we trust each other, because we know that we will always be there for each other. Because this is what love truly is. This is what love is after 37 years. In spite of all the shit, this is what love is. Thank every­thing for that, life is so much bet­ter for it.

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