In June of last year I talked a bit about being exposed at the doctor's office. It's something we all endure, to varying degrees of humiliation. Personally, I'm pretty much over being anything other than blase about being undressed in a doctor's office or medical imaging center. I've been naked so many times in my life that protesting about modesty is not only useless, it's a little paranoid. They've seen much better examples of anything I've got. Today I had an appointment with my urologist. My bi-yearly examination and review of bloodwork. My urologist is by far the most intimate of my doctor relationships, given that the usual GP's "Physical" now consists of little more than reviewing blood tests and nobody else needs to be working with my crotch. My GP hasn't seen my dick more than a half-dozen times in the last decade. Can't really blame him, but the genital exam is something I grew up believing is part of the ov...

(This entry will feature pictures and content related to two naked guys with flaccid cocks. If this shocks or offends you, buh-bye!) I have been open about being essentially bisexual. Though I have been married for more than twenty- five years and have a healthy interest in women, there's a bit of my psyche that responds to men. I believe all men are bisexual to some degree, though this is hotly debated by guys who may not be comfortable with admitting it. The label is the problem, I think. But some guys simply aren't wired to be attracted to both sexes. I have a good friend I've referenced many times here. He's the guy who owns the cock that decorates my website. And, as you might expect from that we're quite close and have no problems with nudity around each other. Our wives think we're crazy. But it's a wonderful relationship to have in my life. In the last two years we were kind of distant. Politics got in the way of our friendship. I won...

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...