Someone said that for a guy, knowing your own male sexual anatomy is not unlike admiring the great equipment under the hood of a new car. Read the manual and find out where everything is, then try it out and see what it will do.

There are face cards and there are numbered cards. Some male orgasms, I’d say qualify as a face card. The colors and design really stand out and you tend to put those guy sexual sensations in a category of their own.

Is male orgasm something you let wash over you or something you seize and master the technique. Orgasm is art; orgasm is sport, and you fall out of the sky into some new orgasmic experience and you think you’ve never had one before.

Guys are surprised to learn that male sexuality isn’t really only about ejaculations, though most of us feel most sexual when we’re aroused and come. Our sexuality is most powerfully and profoundly projected through our relationships — with ourselves, with our lovers and with God as we understand.

Male masturbation is the first, last and most enduring expression of a guy’s sexuality. Masturbation affirms, cultivates and expresses male sexuality in the most natural and private way. It’s worth paying attention.

When you talk about sex and church in the same sentence, for most folks, hairs go up on the back of their necks. Heck, it does for me, too. In our North American culture, sex and church go together like water and oil. Merlot and fish. Obama and Palin. S&M and Every Man’s Battle.

The stakes are miles higher when sexual expression and meaningful pleasure is just beyond your reach and it seems like destiny may never provide the mysterious sexual language that feeds your soul. When you meet altered sensations, you face dizzying forks in your journey.

I was hovering over a post on my Google desktop and I noticed this mishmash of spam gunk coming from the title of my last gorgeous Rhythm post. What the heck? I was hacked!

All aspects of the soul need to find their rhythm — writing in your journal in the morning; a quiet walk in the evening; time in meditation or prayer; and sexual hours strumming the rhythmic strings of your soul.