It's been a few months since I last posted. Not sure if that means I'm handling my self-analysis well, or if I'm avoiding the subject. Or maybe it's because a few of the previous topics started to run together and became a little bit repetitive. (How many times can I recall my halcyon days of college without becoming more than a little bit sad in the eyes of the readers?) But on to today's topic. I think I've said previously that I'm not a fan of professional porn. It's too sanitized and explicit to be believable, and my objective, when watching other people have sex, isn't to learn new sexual positions, it's to watch people genuinely enjoying themselves rather than performing.I'd rather focus on the face of a person coming to orgasm than on the friction that may be going on elsewhere. But I've recently come across a relatively obscure category of sexual video called "post-porn" which focuses (pardon the pun) ...

If you're not familiar with the expression, there is an entire subset of sexual photography labed as CLOTHED *** NAKED ***. The asterisks refer to one gender or the other, or people in general. As in CLOTHED MALE, NAKED FEMALE. Or CLOTHED FEMALE, NAKED MALE. In this subset the eroticism is achieved by the nudity of one of the participants, while the other is "safely" clothed. It's got dozens of variations ranging from exhibitionism to cuckolding. Professional people, athletics. You name it, there's a potential for one person (or more) to be naked while others in the scene are fully clothed. And while one end of the range definitely includes the humiliation of the nude person, the other end has its foot firmly in the assured and confident category. I'm slowly moving into this latter group. Once upon a time, many years ago, I was confident in my nudity. Being naked was just another aspect of life, and it wasn't necessarily a sexual thing. I po...

I love my cock. No, this isn't going to quite go in the direction you might expect. I love my cock. I love being male. I love the ability to have an erection and ejaculate. I love the little guy. Okay, now that you're completely convinced I'm a degenrate perv - not necessarily an inaccurate description - let me explain. Over the holiday weekend some friends and I got to discussing gender fluidity. Odd topic for Easter dinner, but there you go. Without getting into specifics that might help identify me, I have several relatives who are gender fluid, ranging from a trans nephew (formerly neice) to a cousin who now identifies as male, but is entirely female under the fabric. It's a confusing world, and frightening for many people. But unlike all of the generations which have been before us, ours is perhaps the first to begin to accept that gender fluidity is a real thing.  And gender fluidity is not (necessarily) sexual. It has to do with role identification a...

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 ...