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Have you lost your mojo? Does the thought of being sexual hold no interest for you?

For years I have used Young Living to keep my vitality strong.  I just found this audio from Expert Jen Crippen on how the adrenals and endocrine system directly affect the libido — our “sex drive”. Most people believe it’s only the sex hormones that put that sparkle in the eye for a loved one, but it’s not true!

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Topics discussed in this call:

*Decreased sex drive is usually indicative of other issues

* Why stress and anxiety shift the libido into “underdrive”

* How to test your own adrenal health: questions and symptoms

* DHA, HGH, estrogen, testosterone, progesterone, cortisol

* Diet, sugar, caffeine, alcohol & drugs

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Cialis is a prescription medicine taken by mouth for the treatment of erectile dysfunction (ED) in men.

ED is a condition where the penis does not fill with enough blood to harden and expand when a man is sexually excited, or when he cannot keep an erection. Cialis helps increase blood flow to the penis which in turn helps to get and keep an erection satisfactory for sexual activity. Once the sexual activity has been completed, blood flow to the penis decreases, and the erection goes away.

Tadalafil is the main ingredient in a Cialis. It is a PDE-5 inhibitor, which works to improve blood circulation in the blood vessels in the penis and surrounding area. Some form of sexual stimulation is needed for an erection to occur with Cialis. Cialis does not:

• Cure ED
• Increase a man’s sexual desire
• Protect a man or his partner from sexually transmitted diseases, including HIV
• Serve as a male form of birth control

Cialis can prove useful in men who have undergone prostate cancer surgery. This drug helps in penile rehabilitation after the surgery. However, it is not useful for men with normal sexual function as it is not an aphrodisiac.

Globally, there are millions of men who suffer from impotence. Impotence is also known as erectile dysfunction. This is a term given to erection problems that affect almost all men at some point of time in their lives.

The symptoms of impotence include a consistent inability in men to have or sustain a firm erection for a period time, which is absolutely essential for successful completion of desired sexual intercourse with a partner. In some cases, men also suffer from inadequate ejaculation as well as a low sperm count. However, the symptoms of impotence generally vary for person to person; each individual will have his own unique set of symptoms of impotence.

Impotence has many causes that include both physical and psychological factors. Suffering from conditions like diabetes, high blood pressure, kidney failure, prostate cancer, heavy smoking, alcoholism, depression, stress, and multiple sclerosis can also result in impotence. Irrespective of the many impotence causes, successful impotence treatment is very much possible with the help of effective impotence drugs.

Today was my first good day of being lived by Fernando.  I’m not sure what it is.  The company?  The light at the end of the tunnel?  Or the inevitable resignation to the week which comes, each week, by Monday?  Anyway, friends, it was good.  Or good enough.

I woke up early, as usual, but had to 1. stay in bed until 10:40 (up late with Jess [P] I didn’t make it to bed until 2:40 last night).  I find when I’m confined to bed until a particular hour, I experience a much greater sense of impotence than I did when “paralysed” & confined to a wheelchair, as in Week 6.  I tossed & turned, & read some of the Nicholson Baker book I picked up recently.

Then arose.  Did some light housework while Jess was in the shower & then made some tea for her (hot 2. water for me) & chatted before she left for lunch.

Jess, artfully backlit.

As she prepared to leave, I 3. prepared my breakfast of oatmeal.  By now you know the drill.  I 4. added some blueberries as it was cooking & then 5. sweetened the whole mess with honey.  Said my goodbyes to Jess & got on the phone with a future participant (not to give too much away, but it involves a vineyard!).

Meanwhile, Bella finished my mostly uneaten oatmeal.

Mairzy doats & dozy doats

Then I waited… & waited… & waited for Braden to arrive so we could 6. watch La jetée/Sans soleil.

Just as I gave up & started the movie(s) he arrived.  We had a grand old time with the films.

They seemed a little dull at first & throughout. I eventually liked the first one very much.  The second one made me awfully sleepy, & there was a particularly horrible moment in which I had to watch a dying giraffe with spurts of blood coming out of the gunshot wounds on either side of its neck.  That woke me up a little.

By the time the second film ended (& it seemed interminably long) I realized that the movie was not boring, exactly.  Rather, it so closely approximated a dream state that it was impossible not to feel very sleepy as it was going on.  I can’t say I exactly enjoyed watching it, but after it was over I felt I was in a heightened state of consciousness.  I’ve never seen a film quite like it before.  Nor a film quite like the other one (composed almost entirely of still snapshots & a voiceover).  Each worked within an entirely unfamiliar genre & I was certainly improved by watching them.  It’s hard to explain, though I’m sure I could do it if I wasn’t so tired right now.  If you’re curious, I recommend that you watch them for yourselves.

Bella & Braden fell into deep post-Sans soleil slumber.

I 7. Read the booklet that came with the DVD.  I liked it much better than the other one.  There was a short interview with Chris Marker (the director) & I appreciated his refreshing snarkiness.

Woke up Braden, & began my long 8. walk to the 7-11.  Then we sat in a park, where I was to 9. Write whatever came to mind. Prompted by Sans soleil, I decided to write a list of the first 10 things I saw which “quickened the heart.” I would have liked to take corresponding photographs, as it seemed only right, but I’d left my phone at home, sadly.  Here’s the list.

1. glint of bearded man’s septum piercing
2. pigeon coasting on an updraft
3. brown water moving over green tile inset in stone moat of fountain
4. tree with a knot in it, small manageable size
5. congregation of pigeons bathing on ledge of fountain
6. skull patch on arm of sweatshirt belonging to 1. as he leaves park
7. my shoelaces are still too long (I always appreciate this extravagance on part of designer)
8. shadows of pigeons on blue, sky-colored wall
9. long ears of Wiemaraner disappearing behind wall of red flowers, smoke coming out of owner’s nostrils
10. airplane noise? passing train? buses.  like movement of wind over mouth of cave/breath over neck of a bottle

So there, I’ve 10. posted what I wrote.

Then I went home, where I prepared my 11. no-carb lunch.  It’s an exciting new take on cucumber sandwiches.  I cut open a cucumber & scraped the seeds out, then put a can of tuna in the middle.  With some seasoning & mayonnaise for good measure, of course.

Curiouser. & curiouser.

I ate this bizarre concoction.  I 12. took my time, enjoyed it.

Then, after some more Nicholson Baker, I read a random page from 13. Luis Cernuda’s Written in Water. The poem was “Time.”  The final paragraph of the poem reads:

There, in the absolute silence of summer, underscored by the murmuring water, my eyes open to the clear half-darkness that heightens the mysterious life of things, I saw how time can hold still, suspended in air, like the cloud that conceals a god, pure and weightless, never passing.

Quite appropriate.  It encapsulated the strange sensory experience I’d been having since the movies ended very nicely. Right down to the murmuring water.

I went about my chores.

Then I finished my (somewhat pornographic) Nicholson Baker book on the couch.  As soon as I was done, I had a call from TD.  He was outside!  He’d finally arrived!  I took out the garbage & then joyfully went to greet him.

After I got dressed in normal clothing, we went for a 14. walk.  Where did we walk?  To 15. dinner.  It was delicious, if carb-less.  He consumed the entire contents of the breadbasket.  Good.  It was otherwise too tempting to me.  We got some oysters & he had some chowder & I had some steamed clams.  I would’ve taken a picture but I’d forgotten my phone again.

Upon returning home, TD took the dog for her nightly constitutional & I sat down to 16. write for an hour.  Here you see the result of that writing.

Tomorrow we have a very busy day.  Not only do I have to accomplish all of my directives for Day 7, I also have to run some errands, rent a car, & ferry over to Galiano Island, where a family friend has graciously agreed to lend me a house for the first few days of Week 8.  Quite excited.  Next week we will witness a new strain of vicarious living, perhaps more true to the intentions of the project.  It’s being choreographed by a certifiable stranger (only the second true stranger we’ve seen).

All I have left to do is 17. abstain from use of electronic devices in the hour before bed & 18. go to bed at 2:20am.  I’m at this point so well-versed in Week 7 that I have the whole schedule down by memory.  Staying up late will be hard to do– I have almost three empty hours looming before me, along with a house guest who will certainly be asleep well before 2:20am.

I suppose I will occupy myself by responding to comments, handing out a gold star, & maybe picking up another book to read before turning in.

Oh, the fun of it.

How many times does a person have to take a smack in the mouth before he learns to duck? In my case, too many.

The only other people in the bar that I felt I knew well enough to discuss the delicate subject of impotency with were the ‘nevergotovercollege’ boys. I should have known that it was going to be a non starter, but did that stop me?

“Hey, guys. You two know lots of useless information about all sorts of unimportant things don’t you?”
“Yeah, thanks, we know lots of useless shit,” Dan thought I was complimenting him. “What would you like to know?”
“Any thoughts on how to cure impotence would be…” I didn’t get to finish the sentence.
“YOU BASTARD,” Chris shot to his feet, upending his glass of beer. “You fucking Harvey Dent.”
Neither Dan nor I reacted. We were bewildered statues.
“When I told you about that it was supposed to be a secret. You made a blood oath that you’d never mention it to a living soul… you fuck.”
Chris’ face was dangerously red. He pointed a finger at Dan. “You…you can fuck right off.” The finger turned to me. ”And you…you think you’re funny. Well you can stick your bar.”
And with that, he grabbed his jacket and stormed out the door in best Hollywood fashion leaving Dan and me catching flies with our mouths.

“Who is Harvey Dent and what’s he got to do with anything?” I asked Dan, completely bemused.

Dan looked up at me as though I’d said ‘your mother’s a hooker’, shook his head, grabbed his jacket and followed his friend out of the bar.

Anyway that is it; finito benito. These waters are far too treacherous. The search for Special Ops´ mojo is officially called off. The helicopters have been recalled to base and I’m declaring Special Ops’ mojo as being officially lost at sea. I only hope that it gets washed up on a beach somewhere before I have to tell him. I’m just glad he’s not been in for a couple of weeks.

“What your Doctor May Not Tell You About Prostate Health and Natural Hormone Supplementation”

(from)   http://www.johnleemd.com/store/more_mens_hormones.html    

A booklet by John R. Lee, M.D.
Hormones Etc 2003 (28 Pages)

The long-awaited work by John R. Lee, M.D. that sheds light on how men’s hormones really work, what really causes prostate cancer, and how to supplement with natural hormones safely. It’s a short book but it’s packed with provocative insights and useful information.

Over and over again, Dr. Lee proved to his readers that he had a handle on how hormones work, and how to use them wisely for optimal health. His advice on thyroid dysfunction, osteoporosis, diet, diabetes, arthritis, brain health and much more has stood the test of time, and millions of women are healthier and happier for it.

However, Dr. Lee received a steady stream of letters and e-mails from women that said, “My hormones are working great now, but what about my husband’s hormones? Please do a book for the men!”

Dr. Lee finally put it together in this remarkable little publication. Some of the topics this booklet explores include:

• Hormones men make and in what amounts.
• How estrogen makes men fat and enlarges their prostates.
• How to supplement with natural hormones, including testosterone, androstenedione, DHEA and progesterone.
• How to keep the prostate gland healthy.
• The truth about prostate cancer (hint: it’s not the testosterone).
• What is DHT and how it affect a man’s health.
• What the PSA test really indicates.
• Current research on men’s hormones and prostate health.
• And more…

(excerpted  from page 5)

“….If you’re a man over the age of 50 who’s not sleeping well, chances are good it’s because you’ve got prostate problems that require visits to the bathroom a couple of times a night.  It’s estimated that benign prostate disease affects over 40 percent of American men by age 50, and over 70 percent by age 60.  The most common symptom is trouble with urination. Such men may have increased urinary frequency (hence, getting up at night), their urine flow may be decreased in force or rate, they may have urinary urgency, and they may feel that they haven’t emptied the bladder (a sign of urinary retention), especially after drinking coffee.  Urinary retention also makes them more susceptible to urinary tract infections.”

     On a personal note, my father had prostate cancer back before much was known about this whole subject.  This information shared with you certainly did pertain to him, personally, and the condition was very difficult for him to live with. He ultimately developed prostate cancer – then, a few years after treatment developed bone cancer.

My Part 2,  excerpted information will be forthcoming, soon.

This was an insufferably long & mundane day.  Please excuse me if this post drips occasionally with venom.

Things began at 11 am when I left the house to get the week’s required supplies.  What did I need?  Three specified books of Spanish poetry, a DVD player, fruit, oatmeal, & five criterion collection DVDs.  But I couldn’t eat breakfast until any of this was done.

I got a library card, finally (remember my mishaps Week 1?) & checked out the three required books.  I checked to see if they had any of the DVDs but they only had one copy of each, all out.

As my pocketbook resigned itself to the idea of purchasing them, I went to Futureshop (carrying my heavy purse on my left shoulder to even my posture out, thanks Week 5!).  They did not have a single one.  I went to Chapters.  None.  One might be available on special order.  By now I was getting very irritated.  Some people seem to think that expensive DVDs of obscure foreign films just materialize instantly whenever you need them.  This is not the case, especially not on the west coast of Canada, which has neither Netflix nor interesting art of any kind.

It's foreign to me, too.

I went to a used DVD store & showed them the list.  “Are these French?”  The guy led me to the World Music CDs.  “They’re movies.” I said.

That certainly narrowed it down.  They had a shelf of fewer than 100 foreign films, including such timeless classics as The Break Up, starring Jennifer Aniston.  Most of the films were Japanese.  No dice.

Well, I don’t have enough impotent rage in my life anyway.

I started walking toward Burrard & 4th, about two miles away, where the guy at Chapters had told me there might or might not be a building with a silhouette of Alfred Hitchcock on the side of it.  This building might or might not have one of the movies I needed for the week.

“Is it walking distance?” I’d asked him.

“I don’t know what’s it’s called.”

Uh.

Earlier in the day, I’d taken these directions with a grain of salt, but this mysterious Alfred Hitchcock building seemed to be my only recourse.  I trudged along.  The bottoms of my feet, by the way, are now covered in blisters.  I spent all last week in a wheelchair, remember?

Also, my purse was full of heavy library books.

Fortunately, on the way I spotted a little hole-in-the-wall video store.  The guy behind the counter helped me search all the movies in their database. They only had Exterminating Angels.  Well, I thought the film was called Exterminating Angel, but presumed it was a typo.  This was in their computer as a foreign film, after all.  & it was my movie for the day. Full of relief, I rented it– or tried.  My credit card was declined.  What?  Has someone stolen my identity?  I’ll sort that out tomorrow.

The man let me borrow it anyway, without a deposit.  Because I look like an honest girl.  Lucky for him, I am one.  I could’ve run off with Exterminating Angels & never returned!

Earlier, I had refrained from buying a DVD player because, I thought bitterly to myself, there was no point in buying one if I didn’t have any DVDs.  But now I did.  I went to Futureshop & bought the cheapest one.  Then, stopped at a grocery store & bought oatmeal & frozen blueberries.  Are you on the edge of your seat or what?

I arrived home & heaved a sigh of disgusted relief.  The whole excursion had taken me over three hours & it was past 2:00.   Also, I am always in a terrible mood when I can’t have my juice.

I angrily 1. cooked my oatmeal the old-fashioned way, stirred in some 2. blueberries & 3. sweetened with honey. Ate it pacing around the living room.  Then attempted to set up the DVD player.  It works– the TV doesn’t.  Nearly smashed it (eerily foreshadowing the film that was to come!)

Then TD called to tell me he had just eaten a pint of ice cream.  It soothed my nerves a little to know that there are still people out there living lives of lazy indolence.  I’m not being sarcastic.  It really did.

I had to watch the movie after breakfast.  Had no way of watching it.  What was I to do?  I resolved to buy a new computer.  I’ve been meaning to ask for one for Christmas, but this was an emergency.  Went to the Apple Store but realized I just can’t afford it.

Called Braden.  He saved my life.  Or rather, he saved Fernando’s.  He was having lunch, but he’d lend me his computer when he got back!

I went home & poured myself some 4. wine. It was that or water, people.  I also found many of the required films online.  They’re not DVDs, but they’ll have to do.  I also got some good tips on other video stores from my Twitter pals & will seek out some other films on my day off.

Decompressed until around 4:00 when Braden arrived to save the day.

We all worship him around here.

Braden decided to stick around for some wine & a movie.

Friends, Exterminating Angels is not a Bunuel film.  But the fundamentalist Christian in me reared its head & told me there was a reason for everything.  Thanks, Week 3.  We 5. watched it anyway.

The plot is very tragic.  Set in (approximately) the present day, it’s about a middle-aged director, Francois, who has a brilliant & groundbreaking vision for a film. Young women masturbating on camera!  Not pornography– an exploration of taboo. Why did nobody invent this idea before?  It’s great!

Anyway, everything goes wrong, as it always does when well-meaning older gentlemen are victimized by young women.

The film opens with Francois’s dead grandmother appearing to him in the night.  Then, two dark angels also appear (20-something brunettes clad in low-budget mismatched black tank-tops)—they’re invisible to him.  “Be careful with him!” says Grandmere – “He’s only a child.”

I guess you’re always a baby to your grandma.

Next, Francois is videotaping a young actress for a screen test in which she has involuntarily started masturbating for the camera.  It’s just something about him! He makes her feel so safe.  He wears a bemused, world-weary expression & a long untucked button-down shirt—as he will every time we see him.

The auditioning actress confides that she just experienced her first ever orgasm. Though Francois chooses to go with “a slightly better actress” for the role, the seeds of an idea begin to form!  At the prompting of the dark angels (they prompt his subconscious self, anyway), he begins auditioning women for his innovative film on “taboo.”

The auditions involve Francois choreographing (though certainly not filming– these are only auditions, after all) mutual masturbation in fancy restaurants, hotel room threesomes, & a lot public lesbian fondling– etc.  Our director is strictly an observer, of course.  This is all in the name of art.

The girls are all quite young & pretty & one of them is periodically possessed by the devil.

All WHAT? Bella is scandalized.

Poor beleaguered man!  These young women inevitably fall in love with him left right & center.  He doesn’t understand it! He tucks them into bed after they suffer schizophrenic episodes, kisses their foreheads after videotaping their threesomes, all while maintaining a very professional directorial distance– he’s just like a father to them, as he emphasizes more than once.

“Be careful!” His wife warns him.  These lovelorn girls are dangerous & will take advantage of him.

Old women are so wise.

After Francois allows the producer to fire the two main actresses on the first day of shooting (Charlotte, possessed by the devil, destroys the set) the film is made & it’s a big success!  But, as if our poor Francois hasn’t been victimized enough, one of the girls goes to the “gutter papers” with a totally unfounded accusation of sexual harassment.  The exact nature of her claim is not specified in the film.  Anyway, this libelous act gets Francois sent to prison for a year!  Tabloids have so much power these days.

When he returns his wife has left him.  Quel dommage!

"Let's go out & bop until we drop"

Then, a gang of masked intruders break into his apartment & tenderize him with a baseball bat.  Do we spot the devil-possessed young lady behind one of the masks?  Is there no end to this poor man’s victimization?

The film ends with our long-suffering director being wheeled onto set in a wheelchair.  Grandmother appears again.  “Francois?  Francois!”  But he doesn’t respond.

Roll credits.

Are you surprised to learn that it’s semi-autobiographical?  We googled & the director  (slash writer, of course) was recently imprisoned for a year for sexually harassing two actresses.  Likely their charges were even more baseless than the ones our good Francois faced!

Anyway, it was a lol & a half, maybe I should get the director to do a week for me!  I promise I won’t send him to prison.

One of my favorite things about the film, aside from the nudity, of course, was that Francois carried his camera around in a plastic grocery bag.  Also, after the first threesome, one of the women turned to the other & said “Let’s go out & bop until we drop!”

Though it’s not worth watching all the tedious dialogue & clumsy attempts at symbolism just for a few dimly lit scenes of soft-core lesbian pornography, I believe this film would make an excellent drinking game.  I will write one for it some day, when I’m not so busy.

(Sidenote: as soon as the movie started, Braden exclaimed, “Ptolemy will like this!”)

The moral of the story?  The symbolic meaning behind this?  What have I taken & learned? From my misadventures? From Francois’s?  Sloppy art has dire consequences.  Think about it.

I was supposed to 6. Read the booklet that came with the DVD immediately after.  There was no such booklet.  There will never be one.  I will likely go to my grave without having read this informative booklet.  I firmly hold that this isn’t my failure. It won’t go in the failure book.

Then I 7. Went for a walk. Fernando generously told me “You have 45 minutes.”  Well, you know me, I’m an overachiever.  I got the walk to the liquor store out of the way in around 10.

Then I 8. Sat in a coffee shop & wrote about what I’d just seen.  Sitting in a coffee shop isn’t much fun when you’re not allowed carbohydrates or any beverages besides water. I bought some Perrier & wrote some of the above.  Once this entry goes up, I’ve 9. Posted it.

Oh good.  It was finally time for 10. Lunch.  8 o’clock, after all.  I got some ginger beef from a Chinese restaurant, since I’m not allowed carbohydrates.  I wonder, does Fernando know what a carbohydrate is?  I 11. Took my time & enjoyed the queasy sensation of eating a meal consisting entirely of a handful of greasy meat & water glass of red wine.

Meanwhile, I 11. Flipped through the complete poems of Cesar Vallejo.  They were a little too Whitmanesque & life-affirming for me at that point, though I certainly enjoyed one or two of the quieter ones.  I also 12. Learned something about the author in that time.  I looked in the book jacket. He’s from Peru.

9:15, my trusty (canine) companion & I headed out for 13. A 45 minute walk.  We witnessed many stages of canoodling on the grass, from outright fornication to tender proposals of marriage.  Sure, I felt a few pangs of loneliness, but as you know I’m married to my art.  As I walked, I 14. Thought about what I’d read. Conclusion? Men & women are, like, different in lots of ways.

Once home, I was supposed to 15. Write for an hour, with the day’s texts acting as a trigger for something. Well, here you see the result of that hour– & the following half hour too.  Fernando probably wanted me to write poetry or something, but– well– I 16. Just let it happen.

Now I just have to 17. Eat dinner — a carbless one.  Well, there’s some cut-rate salmon burning a hole in my fridge.  Some wilting dill too.  I’m sure it will be delicious.

Then, after 18. An hour without any electronic devices, I will 19. Go to bed for eight hours. I’m going to aim for a bedtime of 2:00am, as I need to 20. Keep my bedtime consistent throughout the week.  The project requires that I keep late hours & I don’t want to get stuck partway through a blog entry at 12:30am or something like that.

Prognosis? Wino.

Tomorrow you should witness a return to our standard inspirational fare.  & soon I’ll figure a way to make this interesting.

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