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