But I just had to look, having read the book

I read the news today, oh boy
Four dozen naked people on Wall Street
Five minutes later they were gone
Phone cameras caught the scene
Now they know how many naked people rise at 7 AM

Metro - Ocularpation: Stripping down Wall Street

A point

I've reached a point. I don't know what to call it.
My camera is broken, so I can't take half-nekkid pictures of myself anymore. Just as well. Can't fool myself that anyone wants to see me half-nekkid anyway, as I'm newly aware of just how old and out-of-shape I really am.
The Lady of the House is among those who no longer want to see me half-nekkid. I've suspected that for a while. We no longer share a bed at all: I snore, and she needs her rest, being the only one here with an actual paying job. But if we're not sleeping in the same room, it's difficult to initiate any hanky-panky. Not that I want to, since it's obvious now that hanky-panky is just another chore for her. Thinking back, that's been true for a while.

Depression is as bad as ever. Worse, actually, since I'm taking one fewer anti-depressants due to unwanted interaction with heart medication. (I had a skin rash that made me look like I'd been rolling around in poison ivy. That's better now.)
The antidepressant had been muting my libido. I didn't notice that until I stopped taking it. Now I spend all my time somewhere in that range between emotional heartache and full-on horny. All the time. And with no outlet for it other than my own two hands.
It's one thing to realize I'm never going to have sex with anyone else. It's another to realize I've had the best sex I'm ever going to have. But the realization that I've had the last sex I'm ever going to have is proving to be a particularly bitter one.
I don't know what happens from here, but I'm pretty sure it won't be entertaining blog fodder.

Window dressing

I was bored with the template. I've had it for a couple of years, and Blogger's template editing capability has improved tremendously in the interim. The only thing I was determined to keep was the overall orange color scheme: For no reason I can explain, it just seems to me that orange is the color of sex.

Naked duo in Portsmouth [N.H.] escorted back to strip poker party to retrieve clothes

By Geoff Cunningham Jr.

Wednesday, May 19, 2010

PORTSMOUTH — Police responded to Islington Street in the early morning hours of Monday when a call about a naked woman running down the street resulted in authorities determining she was among two people who lost in a game of strip poker.

Portsmouth Police Lt. Rodney McQuate said nobody was charged as a result of the 3 a.m. incident.

McQuate said police responded to the junction of Islington and Bartlett streets when a caller report seeing a naked woman running down the street.

He said responding officers arrived to find a naked man and woman hiding behind a fence.

"They were playing a game of strip poker and the losers had to run around the block," McQuate said.

Officers escorted the pair back to the apartment where the game of cards had been taking place so they might put on their clothes.

McQuate said officers arrived at the apartment to find people in various states of undress as a result of the game.

"Apparently they weren't too bashful," McQuate said.

Nobody was charged in connection with the naked jaunt because it took place during an hour when they would not be seen by many people, according to McQuate.

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Seems like the appropriate conclusion to a game of strip poker. And nobody was charged with anything -- even better.

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My New Pink Button

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Just what the world needed: Another way to make normal women feel inadequate and insecure, then develop an overpriced product to "fix" it.

On the other hand, is this really that much more outrageous than the other lipstick? Or a touch of rouge on one's nipples?

Yes, yes it is.

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Big Breasted Mousepads

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Are men that easy?

Yes. Yes, we are. Honestly, I would just stare at them all day and never get any work done.

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Creative way to give your wife flowers

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If I could do that, I wouldn't need the flowers to impress her.

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HNT :: Working my way back

Why have I been so abruptly missing, without explanation?

Well, frankly, I suffer from clinical depression, and I just couldn't face these Wired Tales it for a few weeks. My vehicle was broken into (would have been stolen if the inept burglar could figure out how to start it), and my camera was taken.

Is the primary unique thing I contribute to my blog my literal photographically-recorded self? Possibly not, but it was something I wanted to continue doing, and I couldn't. Now, having replaced that camera, I can again.

I'm planning to standardize the look and feel of my various blogs (as much as the software allows, anyway), and to that end I'm working on a new header graphic featuring my very own head-to-foot nekkid self. This is a little off-putting. I mean, as I've probably said too often, personally I have almost no body modesty left, and few qualms about showing you anything you care to see. But let me say that my Beloved works in an industry in which she would be harmed by having a blog of this kind associated with her, and leave it at that.

That being the case, despite the potential risk, something within myself demands that I do this, so here I continue to be, warts and all (as they say, though I don't actually have any literal warts).

Happy HNT!

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Naked sled race draws 14,000 - The Local

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OK. Here are the ways this headline is misleading:

Nobody was naked, but see photo for typical participant.
14,000 spectators (traffic problem enough for the locals) turned out to watch around 30 participants.
It was a radio promotion. As such, it must be the world's worst: Nobody seems to remember what station sponsored it.

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Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal

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It beats going to the school for the deaf and screaming at everyone. Did you know some of those people can read lips?

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