PoeticaL
cluttering the net since 2001

nudity

Thursday, Sept. 19, 2002
I�m doing something at work and its been so long since I worked on this aspect of my job, that I forget exactly how to do it. Argh�.something I�ve worked on a few dozen times in the last year. And I�m drawing a blank. Brain freeze. Duh.

Today I�m feeling good. I think it all has to do with what I�m wearing. Now how odd is that? Very.

Last night I read a screenplay that a newfound friend wrote. In the last 2 days I�ve read 3 of his screenplays and I am amazed at his writing ability. I am in awe and I have thousands of questions. Imagine writing and filming a movie. Imagine going to Hollywood to have your film viewed. Yeah, that�s Michael�s life. And to think that he wanted to talk to me? Yeah that�s what happened. He read some of my stuff online elsewhere and wanted to speak to me. That�s always a very good feeling for me. Someone with amazing talent in their own right wanting to speak to me? Yeah it makes me feel like the same little 5 yr old wearing her Winnie the pooh dress to the first day of kindergarten scared out of her mind waving from the school bus. I remember that dress. It had a big green bow on the front. The bow probably had enough material to make a dress all on it�s own. It was the seventies�ya know.

Today I�m feeling good. It�s the Hilfiger on my ass I think. Odd but I think that�s it. They fit like a glove and I�m comfy. I�m wearing a white t-shirt and my sketchers and I�m just feeling happy. This never happens to me, so I�m basking in it. I should buy new clothes more often. If I knew it was that simple� $25 outlet happiness.

Last night Bucky organized my books for me. They�re were in pools all over the floor etc. He cleaned �em all up. He�s such a good kid. He then came to me and told me that I own 313 books. And then he said, �which one do you like best?� and held up �The Erotic Project� and said �I like this one� and then broke out in major giggles and ran away. ut oh!

Which leads to nudity in our house�as a topic here�. I don�t cover up my body if Bucky is walking through. He frequently comes into the bathroom while I�m soaking in the bathtub full of bubbles. He�s never phased by this. He just does his thing. If anything he turns his back on me so I can�t see him. But then all in the same day he�ll go lay on his bed without any clothes on, cross legged and staring at the ceiling deep in thought. Sometimes he acts all embarrassed. Other times he could care less. Aren�t we all like that? I think all of this nudity in the house stems from the fact that husband walks around freely naked often. He�ll walk past open windows facing the street and never flinch. He says, �if they�re looking they�re getting a show�.

One night about five years ago while living in an apartment complex, I watched a neighbor of mine make a sandwich in the nude. He was hot and I wanted to eat that sub sandwich. I just sat there drinking ice tea. I actually called husband outside and said, �check that out�. He looked, and said, �no thanks.� I went and got a female neighbor and she and I sat in silence watching sandwich man. It was great. Mostly because he was standing in front of a counter and we knew he was naked and yet we had to wait for him to need something from the fridge to get a glimpse. He always turned towards the fridge and we got to see his ass. We�d both lean forward in our chairs staring� then lean back when he resumed his spot in front of the counter. I think he was making all the sandwiches for subway the next day because from what I recall we sat there for an hour or more. Karyn my neighbor and I, drinking ice tea while our husband�s mindlessly watched tv inside our respective apartments. Her husband didn�t want to watch sandwich man either.

Sometimes I wonder if someone�s watching the nude husband vacuum at 11 o�clock at night. Most of the time, his nudity is just a fact of life. It�s almost more of a turn on when he puts pants on. The unknown is more of an intrigue than flat out nakedness.

My point being�Bucky seeing a nude body on the front of a book. No big deal if you ask me. Nudity is beautiful. Porn is gross. It wasn�t porn. It was artistic. Yeah�.artistic�um..yeah..

-PoeticaL
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