I found myself in bed with a beautiful friend a few weeks ago touched by the beauty of his body, his discipline, and his sacrifices--knowing it was a gift.Despite the years I logged charting and listing and inspirational collaging, it wasn't the pages of Shape, Self, Runner's World, Vogue or Elle that made the difference.
Seeing a beautiful man lain out before me, bathed in natural light and looking like a woodland-nymph Adonis, or towering above me ripped like David, made me want to make the best of my flesh in a way no magazine ever could.
Vive la sexualite.
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