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 this p

  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 mentally and physically it’s