Losing your Undies

I've got a secret.  It's not a huge one.  It's not an obscure growth that will make me instaneously wealthy but slightly disgusting and it's not some weird fetish about hirsuite men with pot bellies.  (You already know about that one) It's so much smaller than that and about as signifcant as toothpaste.  I am … Continue reading Losing your Undies

Gettin’ Nude

There hasn't been anything really to report.  I haven't fallen in love with a sumo wrestler, I haven't been transformed into a harajuku girl, I haven't eaten a raw eel and I haven't hopped on the wrong bus filled with Japanese tourists.  I've caught trains, checked out the vast and odd array of women's footwear, … Continue reading Gettin’ Nude