Systems tests

I give myself a “systems test” every other day. Orgasm doesn’t take me much longer than it did before I was castrated; sometimes it’s shit the same amount of time.

I’m producing about a dessert spoon worth of eunuch goo. It’s milky-clear, sticky, and basically precum. If you want to know, that’s exactly how it tastes! Sweet like precum.

Orgasms are longer and usually more intense than before I was castrated. Oh course, sometimes there can be duffers which don’t feel of anything much at all, but that was the same as previously was the case.

Overall, my orgasms are nicer.

I just wish that I had somebody to share them with.

First step on the fitness ladder

I set the alarm for 6am this morning ready for my first visit to the gym in over three months. I haven’t been since I moved into the flat; now I am living in the house I’ve signed up again.

I struggled to get up, but I managed only three snoozes before finally falling out of bed.

At the gym I did some spinning by myself, then stretched out – everything has become very tight over the past few months. Muscle tightness is another symptom of low testosterone to watch out for.

Of course, going to the gym presents a particular problem with Testavan/T-Gel: it requires time to dry.

When working from hoe, in the summer, its not a problem because I could wear a vest home from the gym and put on a shirt before I have any meetings.

In the office, I cannot sit around in my underwear until the gel has dried.

I have therefore decided to follow the example set by my friend, Tacitus, who puts his gel on at night.

That means that today I haven’t pumped yet – and I am feeling tired. Whether that is that because I didn’t sleep so well (needing a pee after my systems test), or because I haven’t done my pump of testosterone I couldn’t say.

This is one reason why other friends prefer the monthly injections.

Boiler problems

Hey, you know how problems come in threes?

So far we’ve had the toilet cistern crack and a roof problem that must be resolved before winter.

Today the boiler people called to say that our boiler cannot be repaired, since the required part is not available. they can give us £400 off a new boiler.

Deep joy.

Hell! Its only money, and of course we live on a gold mine. That is another word for “money pit”, isn’t it?