In my last entry I described how bodywork and getting back into shape are a deep focus for me right now. But sometimes, when you get older, the universe has a different plan. Last Saturday my body decided to double down on this, and I was rushed to the Emergency Room at a nearby hospital.  Spending two days in the hospital, the first twelve hours of which was spent in the ER trying to get the old ticker to decide on some sort of - any sort of - regular rhythm. Turns out I have this thing, previously undiagnosed, called atrial-fibrillation. Fans of medical tv shows will recognize the term "a-fib," meaning the atria, the top smaller parts of the heart, are out of sequence with the lower, larger ventricles. Wake up call. I've already been focussed on trying to get back into shape, but this forces me to give up what are perhaps my last two real vices: caffeine and alcohol. And to add insult to injury, eat healthier and healthier foods.  (To be honest, I had already started t...

Fun time in the pool yesterday with my wife. CFNM*, as usual.  She's been taking pool aerobics classes at the nearby Y, so was demonstrating some of the moves they did. She grabbed her cellphone from the side of the pool and put on her playlist, and for the next forty minutes we both moved around, her exercising and me dancing. It was fun and freeing to have those moments between us. At one point she decided she needed a floatie to help with her routine. (It's kind of a bulky rubbery cylinder, about six inches in radius and three feet long.) I asked if she wanted me to retrieve it from the deck, around thirty feet from the pool. I dutifully got out and went to grab the toy, and as I came back she wolf whistled a bit. I look like shit, physically, but it was nice nonetheless. Water Aerobics anyone? It's all about enjoying the little moments. In the last post, and for a number of others, I discussed bodywork and massage. I've now had my fifth (and best) session with Mary...

(The title, for those who don't speak Spanish, translates as "Dance with Me." You'll understand in a moment.) Here it is December of 2022 and the year has flown by, as I'm sure it has for you. I don't even remember much of November. It seems we just celebrated Halloween when Thanksgiving rushed by. And now we're on the verge of the December holidays.  Unreal. I've struggled with a topic for this entry. I'm worried about the repetition of my entries, and while I try to do something new and have a reason for posting, at some point when you have a hundred-fifteen articles you tend to duplicate a lot of things - though hopefully with updated thinking rather than reposts of the same information said a different way. It may seem to some readers I'm obsessed with labels. In my own way I like to categorize myself and things around me. Not for any reason of needing to do so, but because I hope to convey a particular sense of something to a casual reade...

I am very aware I'm a bit of an outlier when it comes to my attitudes about nudity, sexuality and my aging body. I am conscious of the societal limitations on behavior and I don't transgress. I'm occasionally and uninhibitedly nude around my wife, my best friend, my physical therapist and a few medical types, but don't "flash" anyone else. I point that out because in the course of reading the variety of online forums relating to nudity, masculinity, and exhibitionism, there are a small minority of participants who promote a more aggressive approach bordering on and sometimes deliberately encouraging outright assault. Not rape, but flashing people who not only aren't prepared for it but are offended by it. In many cases men are deliberately getting erections. That's assault, guys. Don't mind me, I'm just the scenery A few months ago I posted a piece based on a comment made by a friend to the effect that women don't see nudity in the same fra...

The other day I was talking to a friend I've known since college - with around a twenty year gap, resolved thanks to Facebook - and he made a comment that left me thinking: (Roughly remembered) "The one thing I think surprised me about you in college is that you never became a stripper." What he was referring to, obviously, would be the natural connection between my competitive dancing and my propensity for nudity. And it's an obvious connection, I think. It'd be a great way to make money, and it was a natural extension of the stuff I did in the art department, at bachelorette parties, and dormitory strip poker games. If I could be nude in front of a bunch of people, and could dance pretty well, which I could, why not combine the two and make a little money? I had the body, or at least a good enough one that I could have worked to develop it pretty quickly - I was in great shape, but lacked the "cut" of most popular strippers. There was money to be made....

It's 9:45 on a weekday morning and I've only just now put on a t-shirt and boxers. Other than a short walk with my dogs I've been essentially naked since last night around 6pm. Why?  To try it out.  I know I enjoyed a full two days of nudity last August, so this was a second attempt to see if it's the nudity I enjoy or if it's the "being naughty," to use an immature term. And honestly, it's probably a bit of both. Since getting into better and better shape I'm even less inhibited about being nude, mainly because I'm less embarrassed by my physical condition.  Been there, done that (I pretty much knew this would happen given the fact that the last time I was in really good shape I was naked a disproportionate amount of the time.) Not only am I continuing to lose weight - down 24 pounds since January 1 - but my morning exercise routine is up to 40 minutes. I'm in the weird transition between having really nice muscle tone covered in a layer ...

Last week my wife and I decided to take a short vacation out of town. One of the things we like to do when on a trip is pamper ourselves, usually with massages. I'm a huge fan of bodywork of all kinds, and there's little I find more indulgent and restful than a good massage. We found a local place that had great reviews online, and wasn't too expensive. Thai massage being the featured special, among other modalities.  The salon itself was a very modest affair, as these sort of places usually are. We knocked at the locked front door, and were politely let in by a young Asian gentleman.  The lobby, to be generous, had a small desk, stark white walls and pretty cheesy decor. The host, as a he called himself, handed us laminated "menus" of the treatment options. I went with what they called a therapeutic massage, essentially a Thai massage but using Tiger balm, followed by a soak in what was described as "hot tub."  We finished our paperwork, which also in...