Sorry about that. Sorry especially to my sisters who, upon reading that title, will probably jam cooking utensils into their ears in hopes that they'll scramble that particular bit of imagery out of their brains.
So what if they also forget a couple of kids' birthdays, or what verbs are, or how to pee. So worth it.
I just always wanted to use picture me naked as an entry title. Shit, I did it again. Oopsie.
But seriously, folks.
I always wanted to say that too.
Looking up the word, I find several definitions, including the following:
4. Being without concealment, disguise, or embellishment: the naked facts; naked ambition.
6. Exposed to harm; vulnerable: "naked to mine enemies" (Shakespeare)
Going from the above, I'm already naked here. In fact, some might even argue that I'm much more exposed via this journal than I'd ever be if I simply stopped wearing clothing in public. I'd find no fault in that argument.
I remember back in the 70s seeing news stories about people streaking. This type of behavior seems to be old hat these days, but back then it seemed like a really big deal. Especially to an impressionable, yet groovy, young boy.
I remember wondering just how in the Hell people could do that. Weren't they embarrassed? Weren't they afraid that someone would see them? Laugh at them?
I thought they all must be crazy. Running around with their pee pees and their boobies bouncing around. What if their grandmother saw them? *shudders*
Now it's thirty years later and, I'm not parading around au naturel, but I think that I must be at least as crazy as those hippies were back in the 70s. I'm showing you people parts of me that nobody, not even my ex-wife, has ever seen. I pose and bend and flex and twist myself around so that everybody gets a really good view.
And why do I do this? What do I want in return?
Simple. Let's all get naked together. Let's stop hiding the best, and worst, parts of ourselves. We are what we are, and we are who we are, and there should be no shame.
So this is me. No better and no worse. Like what you see? Good? Don't like what you see? Feel free to look away.
If you can.