Sildenafil (Viagra) and its me-toos (tadalafil and vardenafil) operates by inhibiting a specific phosphodiesterase and increasing blood flow to the genitals (and coincidentally, the lungs). It doesn't do anything to increase libido. It should increase blood flow in both males and females, and to the extent that a particular woman's dysfunction is related to pelvic blood flow it could help. Otherwise, probably not.
Incidentally, sildenafil is also used to treat arterial pulmonary hypertension.
As LuvitAll notes above, there are other drugs used to treat erectile dysfunction that do produce erections in the absence of sexual arousal. One that I know of is prostaglandin E1, which has to be injected into the corpora cavernosum. It doesn't sound like tremendous fun to me, but I guess if I had a guy who needed it I'd find a way to deal.
It's important to note that there aren't many clinical trials of these drugs for recreational use. What studies there are usually show large placebo effects. In other words, if a clinically normal person believes it will work it likely will work.
Our society has a double standard for men and women in relationships (as in so many other things!) What's acceptable behavior for men is at most marginally acceptable for women. A young woman in a relationship with an older man is a gold-digger (or worse). An older (divorced, usually) man in a relationship with the younger woman is a stud. Change the sexes, and we still get the shitty end of the stick -- I don't see "Cougar" as especially complimentary.
In the past this wasn't quite the case: older men commonly married younger women. It took some time to establish himself in the world as someone who could support a wife and family. The problem with this (from my point of view, anyway) is that it condemns women to extended widowhoods (unless she dies in childbirth, another adverse consequence...). All systems have compromises, you have to pick yours.
All that said, I tend to think there is something to the rule of thumb that says the lower bound is half your age plus seven years. For a 32 year old, that says the lower end is somewhere in the neighborhood of 23 years. By that rule, a 19 y.o. is a bit on the young side. I think the rule of thumb is a decent idea to assure some broadly shared cultural references.
That's my tuppence worth, take it as worth what you paid for it.
It's cliche, but Ravel's Bolero.
Less cliche, Scriabin Poeme de l'Extase.
Kind of cliche, Stravinsky Le Sacre du Printemps (The Rite of Spring for the non-Francophones among us.)
Completely not-cliche but works for me, Tchaikovsky's Andante cantabile (the inner movement of his I-forget-which-right-now string quartet arranged by the composer for solo cello and string orchestra).
In a Jazz vein,
Don Ellis' Pussy Wiggle Stomp.
Thelonius Monk, 'Round Midnight.
Rock'n'roll/popular
Jaime Buffet , Why Don't We Get Drunk
Lennon/McCartney, Why Don't We Do It In the Road segued to Happiness Is a Warm Gun.
More seriously about Beatles tunes, Michelle, except it's not nearly long enough (no popular songs are, really)
Hmmm. Lost virginity?
If we're talking broken hymen, the summer when I was 12 on horseback (English saddle) at a canter. I didn't really notice until I had to pee after the lesson and saw some blood in the gusset of my panties.
If we're talking having coitus (or equivalent activity), Fall of my senior year of college on my bf's apartment floor. The conversation afterwards was uncomfortable, because he was expecting me to bleed like he'd sliced my carotid artery or something.
Personal opinion only, but the best position for anal sex is someone else's (Party 3's) cock in someone else's (Party 4's) ass.
Never have. Never will.
"Comparisons have long been odious. More, comparisons engender hatred." John Lydgate, Debate between the horse, goose and sheep circa 1440. Middle English rendered in the modern dialect.
You useless fucking cunt! (Said to me by a research scientist who was upset about scheduling instrument time. I filed a sexual harrassment complaint.)
And, yeah, something like that said to me by someone basically meaningless in my world isn't all that awful. It's been a pretty wonderful life overall.
If it's someplace verdant like Na Pali area on Kauai, The Complete Works of Shakespeare and a compatible companion. If it is a sh;th0le atoll like Midway, I need but one thing: a fully provisioned ocean going yacht (sail!) 32 ft or so.
Cancer therapy is a real bitch. The treatments for most cancers amount to an attempt to kill the cancer without killing the patient. Radiation and chemo both have awful side effects (focused high intensity radiation methods like the cyberknife seem to have fewer side effects). It's an awful disease: I had to escort my mother through that journey. It sucked. You do it because it has to be done.
Being the support for the patient takes its toll, too. I couldn't find the resources to maintain my relationship with my S.O. and establish a new relationship.
I like Sprite's suggestion a lot: find a sex worker who can take care of your physical needs if you must. For your own emotional needs (and you do have them) lean on your family and friends. doG bless you both as you walk this path.
Poeme de l'Orgasm (Poeme de l'Extase, A. Scriabin).
Learned the meaning of life.
Dr. Strangelove, or How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Orgasm (Bomb) -- Stanley Kubrick
Orgasm (Eyes) Wide Shut -- Stanley Kubrick
Blazing Orgasms (Saddles) -- Mel Brooks
The Fault in Our Orgasms (Stars)
Monk's Orgasm (Mood) -- Thelonius Monk
Straight, No Orgasm (Chaser) -- Thelonius Monk
Blue Orgasm (Rondo) alla Turk -- Dave Brubeck
Take Orgasm (Five) -- Paul Desmond
Orgasm Five -- Kurt Vonnegut (Slaughterhouse) or Paul Desmond (Take)
I've got to like the person I'm looking at while I brush my teeth. If fidelity is part of the relationship (and it is if I'm involved), I would not like myself at all. I couldn't live with it, so I'd have to confess it. I wouldn't confess it, so I wouldn't do it. I'm like Dani: if the temptation is that strong, it's time to end things with him.
In grad school I was playing in U's orchestra to keep my sanity as intact as possible. My musician friends (not much overlap between MolBiol and Music, even if they're adjacent in the U's catalog) decided there was a conducting grad student I had to meet. I didn't know the guy, so they set us up on a date. He turned out to be about 5'3, while your correspondent pushes hard on 6'. We met a club away from town with a dance floor (dancing and booze go together in Kansas, y'know?).
We had dinner, we talked. The conversation was fine. Then he wanted to dance, but I don't dance. He finally convinced me to get on the floor with him. It was a two-step or some such nonsense. I stepped all over his feet, while his chin tried be friendly with my tits (I was wearing 2" heels). The music ended and I asked to go back to our table. He was scoping the dance floor looking for (competent, I assume) dance partners. I finally got tired of it and asked him to take me back to campus.
My personal rule on blind dates is that I'll go only if the friends trying to get me together with the guy do it as a double date.
Go from frog-belly to lobster, do not tan, do not collect $200. That's me, so I don't do tan lines because I don't tan. On others? I kinda like 'em.
Interesting thought, party with me?
Disclaimer: I'm not in a relationship at the moment, so this is hypothetical.
I'm of the opinion that everyone has baggage. Some baggage is more important to disclose than other baggage. I don't want a detailed count of everyone my partner's been with (and I don't want to give a detailed account of my past). But some things do need to be disclosed: same sex contact that went beyond the horny curious teenage stage is something that needs to disclosed (my opinion only -- your mileage will vary).
If a guy is currently having sex with guys, I need to know that. I need to know that he's playing safe. He's going to have to play safe with me.
If a guy has had sex with guys, but isn't currently, it's less important that I know. I'd like to know, so I can say my piece about playing safe.
Is it a dealbreaker? Maybe, maybe not. If he's not going to play safe, it's a dealbreaker. Otherwise, I guess it's case-by-case.
Warning: Undiluted Snark. Do not take internally.
Fantasy: the original virtual reality.
Carousel, by Rodgers and Hammerstein. It represented another big step away from froufrou plays (Oklahoma! was first) with some songs tossed in (see, e.g., any Cole Porter musical except Kiss Me, Kate). In Carousel we see an evolution to the drama driving the music, rather than the plot being an excuse to link up some good tunes (again, see any Cole Porter musical). This set the stage for Steven Sondheim to go full-blown opera later with works like A Little Night Music and Sweeney Todd.
Besides that, it was the first musical I was part of (Reed II, oboe and english horn).
Seduction? Did Paige offer seduction?
Please return the neutron star.
