Matt Coddington
Guest Writer
“Rejoice in thy youth, and let thy heart cheer thee in the days of thy youth, and walk in the ways of thy heart and in the site of thine eyes.”
That is from the Bible, the book of Ecclesiastes – chapter eleven, verse nine – and reflects my current relationship with sex. Ecclesiastes also focuses on the seasons of life for a man – spring, summer, fall, and winter.
In my springtime, as a boy in second grade, Cindy was my playmate. We’d ride our bikes, go swimming, and play house. Eventually, our natural curiosity about our bodies led us to the exploration of what’s different between the legs of boys and girls, and together, we secretly explored and learned. That was my first encounter in the bushes with a female.
In my summer, as a young man – from my teenage years to my forties – I had a bunch of playmates. Childhood curiosity transformed into sexual hunger as instinct kicked in. I had a Jill, a Danielle, a Kelly, a Leslie, an Esther, a Kay, a Maureen, a Shelly, and others whom I can’t recall or never knew their names.
The massage parlors were fun. I’d go in pretending I needed a relaxing massage, but I knew – and the Asian masseuse, a.k.a. prostitutes – knew why I was there.
Places are also important, in addition to the ‘whom,’ in summer. Volkswagen-van sex; motel-room sex; my bedroom before I left home sex; the bedroom I was living in during the summer of 1983 sex; backseat of a 1969 Chevy Malibu sex; hot-tub place sex; apartment balcony sex; university restroom-and-gym sex; pool sex; between cars on the street sex; shower sex; chasing her around the room sex; even out in the woods at a lake sex.
As much as I loved summer sex, I’ve now entered the autumn of life – going on 63 – and life has changed. My body doesn’t function as it used to. My priorities have changed. And my fall, and eventual winter, are what matters most.
I’m set in my ways now and have become comfortable living the life of a lone wolf. A female companion to enjoy remaining life and sex with, who accepts me as I am and as who I choose to be, would be nice.
At this point, what does she like and what do I like? Let’s have fun sexually and give that to each other as long as it’s private. Summer was fun, but fall provides freedom when it comes to sex. It can be somewhat athletic or soft or anything in between. All of us have our proclivities and who gives a fuck?
So “rejoice in thy youth, young man,” as Ecclesiastes suggests, and “to everything there is a season.” But know that the season of life – and the joys of sex – are great in summer… and still really good in in the autumn.
