Full Disclosure is that point in a relationship when you realize that maybe this is the person I am going to stick with...for awhile. Maybe not forever, but long enough that it warrants opening that closet door to the past. Now the key is to reveal as much as you feel comfortable revealing (there is some truth to keeping some secrets). Doing this with the understanding that there is no judgement and that whatever you divulge won't be held against you and you won't hold what you hear against them.

It's the relationship equivalent of that trust exercise where you fall backwards and people catch you.

It goes without saying this is applicable across whatever your sexual preference may be.

There are a couple of different approaches to full disclosure. You can dedicate a night or two to share your stories. Since this method usually ends with a lot of anger, accusations and crying, I might encourage setting aside a weekend to do it. Generally speaking, kind of tough one to execute because you could potentially end up questioning your choices, both past and present.

It's tough look backward when you're with the person you want to move forward with.

The other option is a little more of a big picture, long-term investment in the relationship. You simply spend enough time with them and slowly things start to come out. It's not an avalanche of shit you're getting exposed to.

This method affords the luxury of time, which is the ultimate equalizer. The more time you spend with someone the more solid the foundation and the more distance you have to your past. With that base and time, any past transgression becomes infinitely less important. It's smarter and a much more pragmatic approach. Trust me.

Of course, the cynic would view this as a controlled and measured way of parsing out information. That's the cynic. Nothing you can do to change that point of view.

Full disclosure is a tricky thing to be sure.

Most people realize that the adult entertainment industry is usually at the forefront of technological advances. I'm not entirely sure that riddle has been solved, but it's a fact and the Internet was no different.

Initially, three things identified the Internet, e-mail, chat rooms and pornography (sometimes the three were one in the same).

About fifteen years ago I saw something that will forever be burned into my memory.

There is a thing called "going zoo", short for zoophilia. Yea, it's a thing. I would STRONGLY encourage that you DO NOT Google that. Simply put, it's an exceptionally odd proclivity where one has sex with animals. Seriously.

In fact, there was a documentary called Zoo about men who have sex with horses. It centers around that culture and a group of men who meet in Washington to engage in this sort of thing. Zoo tells their story and that of a man who ends up dying after having his colon perforated from having intercourse with a horse. Yea, that happened.

I saw it about five years ago and I can't recommend that movie to everyone. In fact, I wouldn't recommend it to many people. It takes a certain degree of curiosity about the human condition to watch a story like that. Most people aren't that inquisitive. I am.

Anyway, at the time of the guys death, Washington was the only state that did not have any laws against bestiality. It's an oddly effective documentary that helped change that law.

So, fifteen years ago I saw a few seconds (literally) of a woman performing oral sex on a horse. Couldn't have been more than 10 seconds. And to be clear, I did not seek this out. I happened to be walking by someone who said "Dude, you gotta see this."

Turns out, I did not need to see that. At all.

Whether that woman was a zoophile or was just hired for that, I was unable to ascertain from the ten seconds I saw. However, over the years, I have come to build a narrative surrounding that woman's equine fellating. It helps me process/understand the image etched into my psyche.

The truth is probably more like she was a strung out addict and/or sex worker forced to do it, but what if...what IF this moment was simply this girls rock bottom and she pulled herself up and turned her life around? What if she simply needed the money? Maybe she was working her way through medical/dental/law school and wasn't quite stripper material?

And what IF, a few years later, this girl found her soul mate and enters into a relationship? Leading to a "full disclosure" conversation with her partner?

MAN: OK, so...I dunno I guess I've been with about X girls. (Ladies, most men don't really know, much less care. The rule of thumb here is to divide by two...three depending on the sketchiness of his past).

WOMAN: Hmm, well, I never really thought about it. I guess I've slept with probably about X guys. (Gentlemen, this is a lie...she knows. Multiply by two...three if she was in a sorority).

MAN: Ahh. In college, I once had a threesome. (There is an awkward pause as she wonders if it was two guys and a girl or two girls and a guy.)

MAN (cont'd): Two girls and a guy.

WOMAN: Yea, me too. I had a couple...each way. (While this is almost a rite of passage these days, there was a time when this was seriously taboo.)

MAN: Oh really?

WOMAN: Yea, there was a period of about a year where I was pretty reckless. I was fooling around with men and women. (Mild laughter) I even let an ex video tape me a couple of times.

MAN: Ohhh-kayyy.

WOMAN: Oh...and I...I, uhh, I blew a horse.

Comedian Bobcat Goldthwait directed a movie about a similar subject called Sleeping Dogs Lie, which is surprisingly good. Like Zoo, this movie is also effective (and quite funny), should you be interested in the subject of relationships, trust, intimacy, honesty and a marginally skewed sense of humor. It ain't Nicholas Sparks.

Full Disclosure is a tricky thing, so tread lightly.