Sexually Me

So I'm sitting here, waiting for my adorable wife to finish her blog reading & internet surfing. I think my exact request was, "If we're going to watch a movie together, I'd like you to put away your computer so that we can spend time together ." Funny how things can go full circle, when I'm typically the computer geek, solidly attached to my laptop by the surface tension gravitational force of my finger pads resting against the keys. I'll admit it. Now that she's blogging, I've created a monster. But all-in-all, it's a good thing. Outside of that though, I'm being driven slowly insane by this sweet, adorable, and almost too hard to resist voice down our hallway intermittently yelling out "Dayee, Dayee!" (Yes, he can't quite enunciate the second set of D's in my "name", but for crying out loud, he's two. Cut him a break.) Anyway, he should be asleep by now, since he was put to bed over an hour ago

Ass Watch Originally uploaded by Ben aka "lightnyn" . Does anyone have the time? Oh wait, nevermind. I'm good. HHNT!

I alluded to this post earlier in the week, and you'll find it below. I drafted this on the evening that I gave K a very personal note relating to the situation that I put us in. As I was waiting for her to wake from a nap, and read it, my mind wandered into this topic, which I've visited many times internally. I'm going to include the writing as it came from my notepad (grammatical & spelling errors corrected of course), and then I'll comment on some of it. I realized as I was typing it up that the statements aren't wholly true, or that my reactions to them are different now. Of all of my posts thus far, I think this is the first that is starting a conversation in which I'd love to hear others' opinions. Enjoy, and please feel free to comment. Somewhere, we're exposed to the fact that men think about sex every 2.5 seconds. Or maybe it's 5.5 or 6.5? Who knows? I know that I fit whatever metric very well. And some days, that is an averag

Back Originally uploaded by Ben aka "lightnyn" . Yes, I missed last week. The usual culprits being: tired, busy, etc. However, the real reason is that the photo vault is getting low. I have thusly scheduled a meeting with my famous photographer, K, to take some more. Probably while I'm sudsing myself up in the shower. Heh. I think I just heard a collective moan. Stay tuned, and I'm getting "back" to my regular posts as well. (What can I say? I couldn't resist.) HHNT!

So I'm sitting here on the bus, on my way into work, and I find myself lacking in anything of real importance to say. I was talking with K about this very thing just last night. I feel like I should have tons to say, to write, to express. But what exactly is causing it escapes me. I think that it's a combination of exhaustion, irritability towards work (they had me change my schedule... again), and just a general ennui towards things. I wish I knew what it was. I wish I had some kind of amazing revelation to extol upon you. I don't. I mean, yes, there are a few topics running through my head that I could start typing, but at the same time, I'm not even sure where the conversation would go. And although I'd love to just type & see what kind of insanity might pour through my fingers, I feel that I would be doing a disservice to you. Then again, maybe not. Although, I remember now that I have a stream-of-consciousness essay from the day or so after my pro

Armed with Glasses Originally uploaded by lightnyn . Hey there! I'm K, and I will be introducing Ben's HNT photo for the day. I have to apologize, first of all, for the quality of the picture, as I was the photographer. In my defense, it was late at night, the lighting in our bedroom is not great, and it is exceptionally difficult to concentrate when you've got a sexy-as-hell naked man in your bed. Still, when you have a great subject, you can overcome anything. And I have a great subject. Ben has the greatest arms....strong, great shape, smooth in some places, rough in others, and they, of course, are the best when wrapped around me. But what I particularly liked about this shot was how he was holding his glasses. He tried contact lenses for a while, but there's something about those glasses that give him this studious, and almost mysterious, look...like there's hidden depths there that you can only dream about. Call me biased, but I swear I'm m