Stars when you shine, you know how I feel Scent of the pine, you know how I feel Oh, freedom is mine, and I know how I feel It's a new dawn, it's a new day, it's a new life for me And I'm feelin'... good In my usual line of work I am exposed to a lot of people (no, not like that). I interact with the general public in a large specialized retail location making specific recommendations consulting on foods, wines and spirits, and am considered to be an expert in aspects of my field. So, in the interests of my health versus the coronavirus we're all fighting right now, I asked my management to give me time off until this all corrects itself. My wife's medical issues - and my own - make us more vulnerable. My boss was reluctant, and instead proposed a new night shift which I would manage. Just me and a small team to stock shelves and move freight. Very physical work. "Eh, who needs a Speedo?" I agreed, and began the difficult transition to...

I met a friend for cocktails last night and she and I got around to the topic of sexiness and appreciating someone's appearance. What we commonly refer to as "checking out" that person. We don't mean anything by it other than an aesthetic look at something we like. We just like to look. (I've mentioned my love of looking before, referred to officially, as scopophilia. Which,as a photographer I just do naturally.) In modern American society it's unacceptable to objectify another person, and I get that. I really do. And I genuinely respect any other person - male or female - as an intelligent human being (until they prove me wrong). Christopher Meloni's legendary ass But, dammit, I like to look. If a woman is wearing a low cut blouse,  I am attracted to her cleavage. I'm a cleavage guy. I think women's breasts are beautiful, in any shape or form, and when presented with them I'd like to appreciate them. If a woman is taking contr...

A lot of my entries, you may have noticed, have their origins in my teenage and college years. No real surprise since that's when I was sexually very active. I'd discovered a new toy - several of them, actually - and like any kid with a new toy went overboard in a major way. Not my ass (At some point I'll talk about losing my virginity, which happened at a New Years Even party. I was fifteen if the mental calculations are correct. That and the following Summer with the local pool lifeguard definitely teed me up for an adventurous sex life. Well, until marriage.) (Mostly joking.) As anyone who reads this column regularly knows, I'm in the middle of a major weight-loss and fitness shift. Down 45 pounds, but I've hit a plateau that has been hanging on for months now. I'll take it, but am looking forward to losing another 45 before I'm satisfied. And one of the driving motivations is that I want my ass back. You read that right. I want my as...