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...

In June of last year I talked a bit about being exposed at the doctor's office. It's something we all endure, to varying degrees of humiliation. Personally, I'm pretty much over being anything other than blase about being undressed in a doctor's office or medical imaging center. I've been naked so many times in my life that protesting about modesty is not only useless, it's a little paranoid. They've seen much better examples of anything I've got. Today I had an appointment with my urologist. My bi-yearly examination and review of bloodwork. My urologist is by far the most intimate of my doctor relationships, given that the usual GP's "Physical" now consists of little more than reviewing blood tests and nobody else needs to be working with my crotch. My GP hasn't seen my dick more than a half-dozen times in the last decade. Can't really blame him, but the genital exam is something I grew up believing is part of the ov...

(This entry will feature pictures and content related to two naked guys with flaccid cocks. If this shocks or offends you, buh-bye!) I have been open about being essentially bisexual. Though I have been married for more than twenty- five years and have a healthy interest in women, there's a bit of my psyche that responds to men. I believe all men are bisexual to some degree, though this is hotly debated by guys who may not be comfortable with admitting it. The label is the problem, I think. But some guys simply aren't wired to be attracted to both sexes. I have a good friend I've referenced many times here. He's the guy who owns the cock that decorates my website. And, as you might expect from that we're quite close and have no problems with nudity around each other. Our wives think we're crazy. But it's a wonderful relationship to have in my life. In the last two years we were kind of distant. Politics got in the way of our friendship. I won...

As you're aware I'm in the midst of losing a ton of weight. I've got 45 pounds left to go, and am in a mid-loss plateau that has lasted a few months. That's okay, I'm still 50 pounds under my top weight, and the plateau means my body is stabilizing at this weight. Now we start "Round 2". One of the fitness things I'm doing is dancing. That's what I did when I was in college: competitive dancing. That and swimming. I was, at the time, quite fit. Not "muscle guy" fit, "fitness trainer" fit. And I've talked before about muscle memory and exercise and etc, but that's not what this column is about. Recently I've added another component to the morning half hour routine. I do it naked. Yeah, stark fucking bare-assed naked. And it feels fantastic. I feel open and free, and it's a real fun thing which keeps me motivated. (I have often wondered about those Naked Yoga classes, and thought that it was ...

I'm going to make an assumption. You've probably never heard of Joe Dallesandro. He's an actor who spent much of his youth naked in front of the camera for director Paul Morrissey and producer Andy Warhol. You've heard of the latter, I am sure. Likewise you've probably never heard of Geri Miller, another protege of the Warhol Factory. A cute young woman who was, frankly, a poster child for the coquettish and vapid starlet of the late sixties, or at least that's what she portrayed on screen. They are interesting because both of these actors contributed to what must be one of the most bizarre and unerotic scenes in film history: the first ten minutes of the Morrisey film TRASH . I first saw this film in college in a class called, yes, SEX IN CINEMA, and the class was an eye-opener in many ways. First, that a major university offered such a course, and second that the class featured more than a dozen highly erotic films which were reviewed and ...

In the last six months I have become what I will refer to as "Hypersexualized". By this I do not mean that I am having a lot of sex, though I'm admittedly hornier than a sailor after an extended at-sea deployment. Yeah, I'd love to have a LOT more sex and hands-on interactions, but that's not what I mean by the term Hypersexualized. I think about sex and sexuality constantly. Not only from a context of having sex, masturbating and the like, but also from the mechanical aspects of the human body and general concepts. The potential combinations, the attitudes and the way we all approach sex with each other. It's all become monumentally fascinating to me, probably in a way that helps keep my actual sexual urges under control during my drought situation. (I discuss that in several previous entries.) But sex is on my mind in ways that it hasn't been since my late teens and early twenties, which may explain why that time period of my life keeps c...