I'm one of those people that is afraid of life, afraid of other people. Shy as a kid, painfully shy. No girlfriends until mid-20's, then married my first one.
Thirty years later, after endless work on myself, endless therapy, workshops, challenges and successes, children, a divorce, and a passionate love affair that ended with her leaving, I finally felt normal. I was over my shyness. I could talk to a woman, make a date with one.
Then, prostate cancer. Surgery. Nerve-sparing, what a bunch of bullshit! It even makes your penis shorter, did you know that? They cut out the prostate, and then pull the urethra inwards to sew it together, cutting off an inch and a half from what was already too short.
And the nerves, they've never recovered.
I thought the loss of ejaculation would be a good thing. No more mess. Fucking wrong. God, ejaculation is SO erotic! I miss it so!
Three separate male responses to sex: erection, ejaculation, orgasm. They are independent. You can have any one without the others. And me? Thank god I can still have an orgasm. But I can't say I cum, can I? There's no cum.
An amputee can still feel his non-existent arm. I can still feel my cock, telling me it is hard. But then I feel it, and no, it's soft, small.
Viagra and a lot of stimulation can give me a 20% erection. Hey, you'd be surprised what you can do with that, when it's all you have.