Body Image

My friends have seen me naked. NO I’M NOT OVER IT. I wish I could go through their memories with steel wool.

On the plus side, I have now been to Spa Castle.

Over the five or so hours I was under-clothed, I was treated with complete respect; over the next twenty-four hours of my regular life, ironically, I was sexually harassed once and hit on twice. Which is to blame: the lingering glow of relaxation, or the patriarchy?

EDITED TO ADD:

Attack!Shots of the coupliest New Years Eve ever are now up on Flickr. Although here it looks like I am being attacked, rest assured that those hands belong to people I love.

One thought on “Body Image”

  1. It may just be warmer in New York. My first sign of spring in DC is not the robin's red breast but the spike in sexual harrassment I receive courtesy of my friendly neighbors.

    -V-

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