``I have never apologized for my sexuality. I love men; I love the way they smell. I love the way they taste, their texture, the way they're built. I'm a big fan of sex.'' This little prose pheromone from Henner's introduction, not to mention the bedroom- eyes double entendre of the title, says it all. If we're Arsenio, we pump our arms and say, ``Woo, woo.'' If we're Leno, we mug in mock horror at such brazenness on network TV. If we're Letterman, we grin and move on to stupid pet tricks. Aided by Jerome (coauthor of Roger Corman's How I Made a Hundred Movies in Hollywood and Never Lost a Dime, not reviewed), Henner, who starred as Elaine Nardo in ``Taxi'' and currently appears in ``Evening Shade,'' presents herself as a Horatio Alger with legs (raising interesting questions, which Henner would no doubt gladly answer, about pulling yourself up by your own bootstraps). The beautiful thing about this book is the harmonic convergence between form and content that will occur when it comes time for Henner to plug it on Leno.