"That is why I am challenging myself with all sorts of bold existential experiments such as this one now more than ever before: I am at my mid-life point and the quickening has commenced."


Hitting age 40 is a double-brutal version of hitting age 30. The passage of time between 30 to 40 felt far faster than 20 to 30, and even quicker than 10 to 20. That is why I am challenging myself with all sorts of bold existential experiments such as this one now more than ever before: I am at my mid-life point and the quickening has commenced. With each passing decade, the body degenerates at a thunderous pace with the Grim Reaper happily awaiting at the end of the hallway. Thus participating in this project serves as a time capsule: I may not be Albert Einstein or Nelson Mandela, but I existed on this planet and this is what my mortal coil looked like in the year 2014 aged 42.


In days of yore did I drink and feast to my heart's content without any care or consequence. Alas this is no longer the case as I bite the bullet and cap my eating habits. I even begged the photographer to avoid capturing my body's profile as it reveals a slight beer belly, even though I cut beer out of my diet (except for special occasions!) Sex therapists say to men of their penises: "if you don't use it, you lose it". Heterosexual men fall into two groupings: the ones who effortlessly succeed at pulling in women (and cannot explain how or why) and the ones who don't pull in women. Hence the pullers enjoy more longevity penis-wise than the non-pullers. Despite four decades of tireless effort, I was always a perpetual non-puller and I dread the gradual disappearance of my dick due to disuse by the female gender. So I was also self-conscious of my phallus during this shoot because its adolescent glory days are long gone!   

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