I am total concentration. Total control.

Tanned and relaxed, but a little soft, from my Maryland junket. I make my way to the gym from my Adams Morgan compound. I want to look good tonight at the Jenny Lewis concert at the 9:30 Club. I’m in my Carla Behrle leather pants. Grey shirt. I need a pump badly and will get one later today. I scan the pedestrians on my way to the gym with my Jean Lafonte brown rimmed glasses with orange tinted lenses looking for that someone special that can handle the animal intensity of my man on woman sensuality. A couple of lovelies blush and turn away as I give them a wink and a flex.

For me, of course, slippage is dangerous if there are women working out in the vicinity. The other week I experienced some slippage at the gym and as I return from my trip I find out that a coworker is pregnant. I hope her husband thinks it’s his. I apply some Bikini Bite to make sure nothing pops out unexpectedly and slip into my hot pink banana hammock. Extra large. My pecs, abs and biceps are in sore need of a workout as far as I’m concerned: Preacher Reverse Curl, Seated Concentration Curl, Crossover Chest Fly, Pullover Crunch.

Done with my workout I shower. Air dry. Practice my pose combos: Front Double Biceps, Back Lat Spread, Front Abdominal-Thigh Isolation. The mirror doesn’t lie -- I am total concentration. Total control. Savage intensity. Grace and Dignity. Muscle mass. Ripped definition.

I slip back into my Carla Behrle leather pants. No shirt. My medallion of a Buddha Vitarka Mudra flanked by a couple of Bodhisattvas bounces off my pecs as I make my way to my office, head bobbing in rhythm to music that only I can hear. My body glistens, my muscles are pumped and totally cut. Abs, delts, biceps, triceps. I flex for the ladies at the 9:30 Club. One of them brings me an iced-double-half-calf-mocha-latte-something-or-another as I listen to the sweet sounds of Jenny Lewis and the Watson Twins..

Posing. Poise. Dignity. Preventing slippage. That is what I am about. And if you think you can handle the animal intensity of my man on woman sensuality, you know where to write.