So, my roommate is out of town for ten days. Since I work from home, it occurred to me that I had little use for clothes for a while. I made a joke about it on Twitter. But once I thought about, being naked alone in my apartment is kind of a non-event. So, somewhere during an intense bout of sleep deprivation (I was up for almost three days) I came up with the idea of seeing how naked I could be in general for a ten day period.
Logistics: I have no desire to get arrested, so I will not be walking down the street naked. I will remain street legal, so I’ll be wearing shorts and sandals on the street. I’ll be carrying a t-shirt with me for when I enter public buildings. With regard to events, meetings and hanging out with friends, I’ll be checking my schedule ahead of time and checking in advance if it’s okay for me to be naked. This has already led to some rather humorous email exchanges.
Why do this? A personal challenge? A social experiment? Mostly because doing it seemed more interesting than not doing it. It’s one thing to always be naked at traditionally clothing optional events; it’s different in more mundane situations. Also, as strange as it sounds, I have serious body image issues that I’m trying to get over, and my usual tactic is “immersion therapy” (I believe the layman’s term for this is, “over compensation”).
So ten days. We’ll see what happens.
A lovely family portrait of me and my sister, Kendra, by Ariana Bauer.
Kendra insisted on posting a low-res nude photo of the two of us in this post on her blog. As soon as I got a chance to redo it with a pro, I took it. Ariana Bauer is one of my favorite photographers. She took the head-shot that I use everywhere. She graciously donated her services to SEX+STL because she supports our mission.
I made another version of this picture where I Photoshopped out the scars on my forehead and cropped out my love-handles, but then I said , “Fuck it. This is how I look,” and posted the original version.