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