It's been a while since I last posted. Just no topics catching my eye or rambling around my noggin. However I just read a rather disheartening blog post from a man lamenting his own body issues but celebrating his own children's unabashed approach to being naked.  The writer, Jeremy, has made his home clothing optional as a way to raise his kids in a body-positive environment. But, as it turns out, Jeremy is the one with body issues not the kids. As a little boy - and by that definition anything up to the onset of puberty at 14 - I was pretty uninhibited. I've recounted nude swims at a friend's house and with the cub scouts at the scoutmaster's home. The time I fell in the pool at a different friend's house and spent the next forty or so minutes playing naked in his bedroom while his mother dried my clothes in the dryer. Swimming in rivers and ponds with the scouts. And I would guess a lot of adults have similar stories, or stories about their own kids being ...

  As I write this I am overseas on a long-needed extended vacation. My wife and I are in a fairly exotic locale as, as I usually do, I’m spending most of the time in the hotel room as naked as possible. Which means most of the time, and completely nude. Just part of the scenery A month or so ago friend of mine, who is the progeny of a pretty militantly nudist father, sent me an article regarding nudism and various points of view on the topic. It was a really observant piece and we began corresponding about the information. This friend knows I enjoy being nude - she's one of only two friends who knows about this blog - and when I commented upon using the vacation as an excuse to strip down she replied suggesting that my wife was probably becoming a little blasé - her words were “I guess Wifey has come to think of you (and I mean ALL of you) as just part of the scenery.” Ouch. A little harsh. I replied that “THAT’S not very good.” She responded: “I agree. I wasn't going to say ...

  I’ve mentioned in previous entries that when I’m traveling I like to get bodywork. Massages and the like. Last February I posted this entry regarding a particularly good session with a Thai practitioner and how I would love to emulate that experience. Fast forward to June. My wife and I are traveling overseas and find a really good Asian massage place not far from our hotel. My first session was a good one. Deep bodywork and a positive result after days of travel. The only unfortunate, as far as I was concerned, was the need for me to wear either my underwear - cotton boxers - or this ridiculous paper thong that was two sizes too small. But, weighing the options the embarrassing thong went on and the bodywork was good. To put it bluntly, the thing barely covered Lil Rambler and both the boys - and virtually nothing else. Pubes, ass, pelvis, all fully exposed. But modesty, right? A few days later my wife and I decided to go back to the same massage place for our final night in th...

  Sensual. As in: related to the senses.  We, as most animals, have five. Sight, sound, taste, smell and touch.  The word sensual, despite being little more than a word to describe “input from the senses” has become a word we associate with a more rich, rewarding context. The flavor of the pasta sauce was sensual. She arrived in a sensual black dress. A sensual aroma filled the room. He listened to the sensual beat of the latin rhythms. And she touched him, sensually. The word sensual has become something enticing, erotic. It’s one of my favorite words.  As I write this I am on vacation in a sensual part of the world. The tastes, aromas, weather and people can all readily be described as “sensual.” And appropriately so. And during this vacation I’ve had a chance to explore some things which have been ringing around just inside my skull, waiting for an opportunity to be discovered and considered. For a few years I have been commenting here on nudity, and how ment...

I've been absent for a month and I apologize. I made a password error signing in one day and the Blogger algorithm immediately became suspicious and locked me out. But I'm back. I was in the middle of writing this entry when it happened... When I was high school my friends and I used to play a game of what we called "This, That or The Other?" In other words, of these three things which do you prefer? Most of the time it was things like "Sabrina, Jill or Kelly?" Charlie's Angels. "Chocolate, vanilla or strawberry?" "Cocoa Puffs, Frankenberry or Lucky Charms?" You get the picture. Eeny, meeny, miny... One that caught me off guard and that triggered a specific train of thought was when one of the guys blurted out in the locker room "A girl comes in to the locker room, you can only cover one: Pubes, dick or balls?" And at the time, I immediately went to pubes as my answer. I'm not fifteen any more, so I'm not sure why th...

The blog has just crested 61,000 hits, and with 105 entries so far the average number of hits per entry is 580 (hey, look, those high school math skills were useful!).  Since beginning this little adventure in 2016, with the newer blog site starting in 2017 (long story involving an errant email), I've explored my sexuality, health, misadventures, pornography, naturism/nudism, CFNM, massage, and a half dozen other topics. It's attracted an audience, and much of the feedback I've gotten suggests the discussion is a useful one.  But that doesn't tell the true story. So far, and by far, the most popular entries are those that are based on relationships. In order, the five most read blogs have been  INTIMATE FRIENDS with 1225 hits. A discussion of intimate friendships. Not sexual intimacy, emotional and conversational intimacy. LOST HORIZONS  with 1242 hits. Recovering after a long bout of obesity. It's been a years-long effort which I've discussed repeatedly. This ...

So, a hundred or so posts in, a friend who reads my blog asked me "what's your end game for this? What do you want out of all this?" Legit questions. So it set me thinking. For the most part these entries are therapy. What's on my mind and what I'm experiencing at any given moment. The focus shifts, changes according to current circumstances, so what, ultimately, am I searching for? Yeah. It's complicated. But good question. There are a number of aspects to the answer, and I reserve the right to change my response in the next day, week, hour, moment. I want to recapture, at least a bit, of the unbridled me that I was almost forty years ago. The freedom, the pleasure, the self-absorption. I want to feel sexy. Not sexual, sexy. I want some eroticism back in my life. I want to feel like my physicality is important.  Fundamental to this is the understanding that all expectations are not sexual. I am embracing and pursuing sexiness versus sex. Erotic versus carnal....