As you're aware I'm in the midst of losing a ton of weight. I've got 45 pounds left to go, and am in a mid-loss plateau that has lasted a few months. That's okay, I'm still 50 pounds under my top weight, and the plateau means my body is stabilizing at this weight. Now we start "Round 2". One of the fitness things I'm doing is dancing. That's what I did when I was in college: competitive dancing. That and swimming. I was, at the time, quite fit. Not "muscle guy" fit, "fitness trainer" fit. And I've talked before about muscle memory and exercise and etc, but that's not what this column is about. Recently I've added another component to the morning half hour routine. I do it naked. Yeah, stark fucking bare-assed naked. And it feels fantastic. I feel open and free, and it's a real fun thing which keeps me motivated. (I have often wondered about those Naked Yoga classes, and thought that it was ...

I'm going to make an assumption. You've probably never heard of Joe Dallesandro. He's an actor who spent much of his youth naked in front of the camera for director Paul Morrissey and producer Andy Warhol. You've heard of the latter, I am sure. Likewise you've probably never heard of Geri Miller, another protege of the Warhol Factory. A cute young woman who was, frankly, a poster child for the coquettish and vapid starlet of the late sixties, or at least that's what she portrayed on screen. They are interesting because both of these actors contributed to what must be one of the most bizarre and unerotic scenes in film history: the first ten minutes of the Morrisey film TRASH . I first saw this film in college in a class called, yes, SEX IN CINEMA, and the class was an eye-opener in many ways. First, that a major university offered such a course, and second that the class featured more than a dozen highly erotic films which were reviewed and ...

In the last six months I have become what I will refer to as "Hypersexualized". By this I do not mean that I am having a lot of sex, though I'm admittedly hornier than a sailor after an extended at-sea deployment. Yeah, I'd love to have a LOT more sex and hands-on interactions, but that's not what I mean by the term Hypersexualized. I think about sex and sexuality constantly. Not only from a context of having sex, masturbating and the like, but also from the mechanical aspects of the human body and general concepts. The potential combinations, the attitudes and the way we all approach sex with each other. It's all become monumentally fascinating to me, probably in a way that helps keep my actual sexual urges under control during my drought situation. (I discuss that in several previous entries.) But sex is on my mind in ways that it hasn't been since my late teens and early twenties, which may explain why that time period of my life keeps c...

I'm having a relatively difficult time at the moment when it comes to sex. I've mentioned that my wife, through absolutely no fault or choice on her part, has become very sex-averse. A medical condition has made intercourse painful, and she's not into oral sex. Which leaves the very occasional hand job. It's not terribly satisfying to me since it's the sort of thing I can do myself. I'm sexually very adventurous, yet I'm now essentially celibate through no choice on my own part. I was discussing this with my friend a week or so ago, and he - being more than a little old school - was shocked. In his opinion she has to satisfy me. In his mind it's part of the "wifely" duty. I didn't tell him this, but I find myself put off by this sort of attitude, and I am certain my wife's reaction to being told it's her duty to get me off would be greeted with...well, let's just say it wouldn't go well. Nor should it. It isn...

I've mentioned before that I was quite adventurous sexually during my college years. Under the philosophy of "try anything once" I was open to a variety of adventures, some of which are best left alone to rot under the headline of "bad ideas", but some serve to inform my current review of my sexuality. I don't expect anything terribly useful to come of my introspections given that I am effectively celibate for the forseeable future (see the previous entries on my wife's medical condition). So, in some ways, I'm left to live in the past. I've mentioned previously that I am essentially bisexual. Roughly 80% female oriented, with 20% or so male oriented. It made for some interesting encounters over the years, and part of who I am is because I find both men and women attractive, though for almost entirely different reasons. Aesthetically I am drawn to both. As a photographer I would love to start a new series of shot...

Have a number of things I've wanted to post about but haven't done so. Fortunately an entire year ahead for that to be corrected. Sex and intimacy have been on my mind a lot lately. Or lack thereof. My wife, still recovering from her medical issues of the last couple of years, has become less tactile than ever before. Of course this occurs naturally in most marriages, but it's particularly nasty timing since I've been losing the weight and getting hornier than I've been in decades. All of which I've discussed before. But the physical intimacy is the most significant part of my frustration. There's a general consensus that as men age they begin to appreciate cuddling and touch more than we did when we were younger. (Younger men are pretty much all about rushing to the cock and getting off as quickly as we could. Watch gay porn with younger men and you'll see what I mean - straight to the groin, pun not intentional.) But now that I'm...

No pictures this time. For what will become obvious reasons. I have been following the news regarding sexual assaults committed by various politicians, businesspeople and celebrities - including, at least according to his own admission on a recording, The President - and, like many people, am being forced to confront some dark secrets of my own. The public outrage is understandable in most circumstances. Bill Cosby. Harvey Weinstein. Recently, Kevin Spacey. The list goes on and is quite a sad one. But... These are allegations only. With the exception of Cosby few of them have been fully investigated by authorities, and so the court of public opinion has been having a field day destroying the careers and reputation of anyone with even a whiff of questionable behavior. Although additional accusations have come forward since the first claim, actor Kevin Spacey was pilloried and his career destroyed virtually overnight by - at the time - a single allegation of a single incident ...