It's New Year's Eve 2022, and yet I'm up at my customary 4:30am. Out of habit rather than necessity, since it's Saturday and I don't need to rush off to work. I'm in my robe sitting in the dark family room listening to the sound of the rain on the roof and the gentle snore of my dogs as they sleep. In an hour I will doff the robe and run through my morning exercises. The holiday season has made a rather serious dent in my physical improvement. I had been down thirty pounds, and exercising up to 45 minutes a day, but since mid-November my habits have slipped. I fell off keto and have gained a handful of pounds back, and gotten lazy with the exercise. That all changes tomorrow. Back on keto, back on intermittent fasting. Love this picture... Much of my thoughts lately have been on physical enjoyment. I'm, as I've described myself, a Bohemian Hedonist at heart, even if my day-to-day lifestyle doesn't seem to reflect it. I have a deep appreciation for th...

  As I write this I am overseas on a long-needed extended vacation. My wife and I are in a fairly exotic locale as, as I usually do, I’m spending most of the time in the hotel room as naked as possible. Which means most of the time, and completely nude. Just part of the scenery A month or so ago friend of mine, who is the progeny of a pretty militantly nudist father, sent me an article regarding nudism and various points of view on the topic. It was a really observant piece and we began corresponding about the information. This friend knows I enjoy being nude - she's one of only two friends who knows about this blog - and when I commented upon using the vacation as an excuse to strip down she replied suggesting that my wife was probably becoming a little blasé - her words were “I guess Wifey has come to think of you (and I mean ALL of you) as just part of the scenery.” Ouch. A little harsh. I replied that “THAT’S not very good.” She responded: “I agree. I wasn't going to say ...

  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 ment...

So, a hundred or so posts in, a friend who reads my blog asked me "what's your end game for this? What do you want out of all this?" Legit questions. So it set me thinking. For the most part these entries are therapy. What's on my mind and what I'm experiencing at any given moment. The focus shifts, changes according to current circumstances, so what, ultimately, am I searching for? Yeah. It's complicated. But good question. There are a number of aspects to the answer, and I reserve the right to change my response in the next day, week, hour, moment. I want to recapture, at least a bit, of the unbridled me that I was almost forty years ago. The freedom, the pleasure, the self-absorption. I want to feel sexy. Not sexual, sexy. I want some eroticism back in my life. I want to feel like my physicality is important.  Fundamental to this is the understanding that all expectations are not sexual. I am embracing and pursuing sexiness versus sex. Erotic versus carnal....