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By *x Smith OP Man
over a year ago
East Lancs |
Since the beginning of the year, I've had some worrying symptoms in my bladder. Before I go any further, I'm not looking for medical advice, I've got a diagnosis now, so...
With the last year being what it was, a shit show for nearly all of us, I had hopes that at some point in 2021, a semblance of the old normal would return, and with that, clubs.
As the New Year got less so, and winter began to outstay its welcome, my symptoms wouldn't go away, and doctor appointments were all on the telephone. It was only as symptoms seemed to lessen, and the need to diagnose seemed less urgent that one urologist suggested a camera in my bladder. Then they found the tumour. That was ten days ago. In a couple of weeks, it'll be cut out and sent off for analysis.
The upshot is this. I have a loving husband and we care deeply for each other but he has no libido. Our relationship is open, and I have occasionally sought shags in clubs or private residence.
Going out on my own to clubs, I found it really difficult to spark up a conversation, get to know anyone, or anyone get to know me. When clubs reopen, assuming my recovery from this cancer scare is quick and complete, I can overcome this slight shyness and meet a welcoming, inviting crowd of people when next the opportunity presents itself (in Club Play in Blackpool ideally) and my personal kinks of all manner of bi, gay and straight group sex can be explored.
Seek me out, if you think you'd like to explore them with me - the more, the merrier. |
