?I was pretty active in the sexual revolution: at the time when making love was like greeting and sleeping with someone for the night, it was considered an outlet. My sex life started early and when I started college, I had experienced my first threesome (with two sisters) and realized something was wrong with me.
I suffer from premature ejaculation, which means my relationships have lasted just as long as I did. Doubts about my ability to please someone affected my love and I could hardly find ways to cope. The worst way was to avoid the problem. After one incident, I remember laughing and she called me a bastard. It was the only way to avoid the apology that usually followed short sex.
In time, it was impossible for me to flirt without imagining the frustration and anger that awaited my wife.
"I have a problem," isn't the ideal sentence to start a conversation, so I ended up where I didn't need to be explained - Mikonos in the 1970s. After years of summer romance, two children and a divorce, I was visited by a doctor who recommended me prostaglandin - a painful injection that causes 2-5 hour erections. Finally, I could relax and take the time I needed to satisfy my partners. I was finally free - free to realize that sex is not everything. I was liberated from the cycle of hope, disappointment and guilt, freed from obsession with sex and came to experience love. Now, I've been married for 14 years. "
Written by an anonymous man for The Guardian
