Dermatology visit. Yes, a poem about body dots! This up-close-and-personal (too personal?!) account is approximately midway through a poem about my first dermatologist appointment. He touches a mole on my neck then dips darting eyes to my chest, to hairy, pigmented spots and rough, pinkish patches. Seborrheic keratosis. Solar lentigo. Normal. No cause for concern. These middle years ...
Body image
Little Pot Belly
What little pot belly? Me? Are you kidding?!?! [Suck in gut. Turn sideways. Gaze confidently into mirror.] Nope. No little pot belly. Nothing. Not me! I'm trim. Fit. Svelte. Looking better than my thirties. Little pot belly... whatever! Billy Crystal's Midlife Crunch So you're feeling optimistic. You're advancing on your midlife quest for greater creativity and curiosity (and a healthier, ...
Midlife: Fumbling Forward
"I saw how a man who, unexpectedly, in midlife, had been dumped for someone else, might struggle to keep up his old sense of self, his old optimism. How he might take on an Indiana Jones look, indicative of hopes of adventure, while being careful not to get into anything new that might result in further pain. I saw the polite charm, the detachment, the silk shirt and the expensive restaurant ...
Boom, Boom, Boom
One of the fastest growing markets in sex education today... [is comprised of those who] grew up in the hot '60s and are now confronting their own myths around sexuality, midlife and aging... The over-50, midlife, baby boomer sexual being has arrived. And what they want is support and information around how to expand their sexuality with changing bodies. [Source: Busted! 5 Myths About Sex After ...
Third Boob
I've just noticed that my third boob — a surplus nipped areola, smaller, less pigmented, lower, left of center, roughly midway between east tit and belly button — is almost gone. Vanishing from neglect, I suspect, or maybe just obscured by “the beard on my belly”, dubbed such by my nephews a dozen years ago. Yes, I just shared the first fifteen lines of a riff on my third breast. True. The poem. ...
Moustache
Approximately nine weeks. Mowed twice so far, and a third time after this photo. Salt and pepper. Wiry white whiskers make it easier to purchase booze without having to produce an ID. Slightly curved mustache makes my bride laugh. Makes me laugh. Like a goofy character in a children's book. And then my laughing bride stops laughing and reminds me that I said I would mow it. Soon. I will... ...