I love my naked body like few other things in the world. It is mine, to do with as I please. It carries me through this life and has allowed me many things I didn’t expect. It changes and morphs into new versions of itself and I love all of them. I decorate her with tattoos and take her out dancing. I could never be ashamed or embarrassed of her…I’m not exposed or exploited when I am naked. That would be applying someone else’s expectations onto my body…When I am naked I am not brave or vulnerable or there for you. When I am naked, I am divine.
Toward the end of the month I always lose a bunch of Patrons. I guess because they’re like, “I’ll be so smart. Say I’m going to support this person’s art, read all the posts that are only for people who do, and then right before my credit card gets charged, cancel my support. Genius!”