Ever since I bought my first apartment in New York City I’ve been sleeping in the nude. It didn’t matter if there was someone sleeping next to me or if I was all by my lonesome,,,, when I was in bed I was, most definitely, naked. Back then it was pure survival. The super had the heat blasting so high that, even in the winter, it was like living in the tropics. And you couldn’t turn it down. Coming within 3 feet of the big silver radiator was like approaching the sun; the heat radiated out like solar flares threatening to fry anything in its path. So you came home…