Some veteran Jackson Mississippi Samson guys' musings, recommended resources, and Samson Society news / updates (all written by 100% Grade A - Human Intelligence)
Weekly meetings available to you are as follows:
Tuesday at 6:30 PM, Truitt Baptist Church - Pearl. Call Matt Flint at (601) 260-8518 or email him at matthewflint.makes@gmail.com.
Wednesday at 6:00 PM, First Baptist Church Jackson - Summit Counseling Suite - 431 North State St. Jackson. Call Don Waller at 601-946-1290 or email him at don@wallerbros.com.
Monday at 6:30 PM , Vertical Church - 521 Gluckstadt Road Madison, MS 39110. Mr. Roane Hunter, facilitator, LifeWorks Counseling.
Sunday night at 6:00 PM, Grace Crossing Baptist Church - 598 Yandell Rd. Canton. Call Joe McCalman at 769-567-6195 or email him at cookandnoonie@gmail.com.
Professional athletes (male) aren't just physically superior on the playing field. For coitus is a physical activity too. And alongside coitus is libido for which pro athletes typically have in spades.
I remember the occasion like it was yesterday.
My family had chosen to take a new friend's (our church's then Associate Pastor) children to a "Gatti Town" pizzeria for dinner / game night (the year was 2010). Whilst seated in the dining area, eating the restaurant's unimaginably greasy pizza, there playing on the wall television was none other than the following:
What's interesting to note is that this young man apparently loathed the fact that his own father (who'd been dead for four years when this press conference was taped) had a penchant for surrounding himself with whores. Earl Woods was very close to his son. So close, I believe, that he was his son's golf coach for much of his life. The harem of whores his father entertained were part of their traveling road show as Tiger played professional golf around the globe.
Strangely, like father, like son.
But the most shocking pro athlete sex disclosure (that I've heard) was this one:
Damn. That's disgusting. Talk about vagina masturbation...
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Earlier this evening, I screened 20-30 minutes of this video:
What struck me is how decent Ms. Swift's pro athlete boyfriend is. You can tell that he's made a decision to invest in knowing this very different human being really, really well despite their likes / dislikes / vocations / backgrounds. Another observation: Ms. Swift is no Amazon. Instead, she's no doubt a normal-scaled adult female (all around). As such, in contrast to her beau, you have to wonder how she's overcome the physical disproportion between her and her boyfriend. And speaking of her boyfriend...
He recently had a high profile photo shoot that exemplifies the fact that physically, he's in his prime.
If you know anything about the girl he's romantically attached to, she's introspective, extremely creative and the epitome of salt of the earth.
Yet, he's a physical powerhouse. Competitive, aggressive, forceful, masculine, jock, meathead, etc.
So, let's get down to the nitty gritty.
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If Ms. Swift's pro athlete boyfriend is to continue forward with this relational investment towards her (to the degree that he's sincerely displayed here), he's going to have to continue to wrangle his pro athlete size sex drive / high voltage allure 'till death do us part.
How is that possible?
I think first & foremost, he's got to choose to be satisfied in her holistically versus exclusively as a bed partner.
Ms. Swift has been very creatively public about her romantic history with men (her melodic compositions attest to this). In doing so, she's made it very clear that experiencing further (romantic) relational hurt is in no way a priority. As such, I have no doubt that her pro athlete beau has long since been privy to this (although I doubt he'd listened to much of her music prior to their first date).
Too, she's no longer a spring chicken. In other words, her eggs ain't getting any younger which is causing her biological clock to tick that much louder. Therefore, being upfront about her expectations / coupled with an intentionally slow descent into romance had to have been a huge priority for her. This is always a wise move, and she's obviously a wise (for her age) woman.
Of course, it's easy to see that he's just a big goofball. Fun-loving and kind. But that doesn't change the fact that he's a physical powerhouse. Competitive, aggressive, forceful, masculine, jock, meathead, etc.
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So, in conclusion, if they've had intercourse / any other form of sexual intimacy (& hopefully they haven't since they're unmarried) when did it occur and how often has it happened?
I'd speculate just recently and very, very little overall.
Why?
Sexual intimacy for nuanced women like Ms. Swift equates to an interweaving of deep seated emotions between her and her bedmate. As such, this is where the "rubber meets the road" so to speak relationally. Therefore, if the future holds a breakup, that decoupling will be exponentially more painful as a result of this emotionally validated genital connection.
(This is one obvious reason why the marriage bed is the VERY BEST place for sexual intimacy.)
All this being said, what about Ms. Swift's pro athlete beau's pro athlete-size libido / body / attention-seeking ambition? What's to be done with that?
Like so many pro athletes, Ms. Swift's beau undoubtedly feeds off of attention. And very recently, he's not been shy about appearing sexy and available in order to obtain it.
If he were my potential future son-in-law, I'd be asking, "What the hell were you thinking when you chose to allow those photos to be published? Within almost all of them, you look like a half naked oaf."
I've been swimming moreso this summer than I've ever swam. This being the result of my gosh awful foot sprain (no more running!). Ouch. We're members of the Y, both of which have pools (two indoor / one outdoor).
One recent weekend, I couldn't help but notice a fellow sun worshipper / swimmer (young husband / father) stolen away from his lovely fam. As was usually the case on a Saturday, the pool was hopping with rednecks. This young white guy was lounging on the pool deck close enough to Rob for me to hear him covertly dialoguing with someone over his pocket computer. His verbiage was low and muffled, but distinct enough for me to know for certain that he was talking on his phone (sans holding the device up to his head).
I quickly surmised that he was there begrudgingly for an "all Saturday afternoon" outing alongside one other nuclear unit (friends from church / the travel sports team?). As such, for those few long minutes, both his wife / girlfriend and the children (his?) were splashing around without him, no doubt, all the while curiously wondering why he'd chosen to steal away.
His female companion eventually sashayed over adroitly in frustration. And that's when he lied to her about what he'd been up to.
From there, he exited stage left to the outdoor men's restroom. I have no doubt that another cellphone call ensued only this time, it was behind closed doors.
I strongly suspected he'd been / was now chatting to someone his wife / girlfriend wouldn't approve of.
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When Angie and I were dating (mid '90s), we traveled together to NOLA for some event related to one of her friends from college. If you've an avid reader of this blog, you know NOLA is where I first longingly gazed upon / consumed full frontal male nudity (photos within Playgirl) when I was a high school student.
As such,, as a follow-up to what had occurred in 1990, I took it upon myself to at least attempt to view some additional print smut whilst in the Crescent City. Nonetheless, I had to lie to my girlfriend / future wife in order to maneuver around her constant sweetheart presence (long enough to attempt to peek).
Had to lie.
Had to.
Lie.
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When I was participating in my third in-person Samson Society spring intensive / retreat in '17, a longtime Samson brother sheepishly admitted to having affairs with 26 women whilst married to his then wife. He said this with a grin on his face, having not gotten caught even once.
It wasn't long after that retreat that we unorthodoxically brought our families together for a restaurant meal. It was undeniable that my brother's primary intent therein was to adjudicate the looks of my wife in steed. I distinctly recall his decades-long bride being lovely, though my heart broke at her naivety.
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Mr. Nate Larkin has often triangulated me into friendships with married men who, like myself, experience same-sex attraction. And some of these have fucked A LOT of other horny men through the years. What's unique about these guys is the "seasons" of illicitness they tend to fall into, taking their entire adult lives into consideration.
Too, many of these men have wives that seem not the least interested in knowing the full extent of their husband's unfaithfulness. Instead, she chooses for it to stay much more conceptual.
This can make for a recipe for disaster.
Why?
Full disclosure as it pertains to unfaithfulness can do two / three extremely important things instantaneously.
1. Protect the wife's health. If she's privy to her husband's affairs, she can take steps to protect her physical body - both in that moment & on down the road.
2. Dramatically increase the chances that her husband won't cheat (at least to the same degree) again.
3. Kickstart / turbocharge her husband's recovery effort.
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Now, what's the future to look like post full disclosure? No one knows 'till that particular couple cross that bridge. And that's why so many men shy away from that journey. Especially if they're same-sex attracted men. For the shame over their attractions tend to burden them intrinsically. Not to mention having to deal with outside (normal) points of view (spouse / family) in respect to Full Disclosure.
On the flip side of this is the straight married man who runs headlong into illicit behavior unchecked, amassing years upon years of downright mind-blowing adulterous behavior (marathon / serial cheater). These are dual persona husbands / fathers who gravitate towards strip clubs, massage parlors, phone sex and porn as if they have two dicks to contend with.
When these men finally reach the end of the line with their tortured spouse / family, though they may beg / plead for mercy, everything related to those previous familial relations will be lost forever.
I've seen it with my own two eyes. Samson Society has delivered that fatalistic point of view to me on several occasions.