"Denude" should be a respectful request
to remover your nudity. Pardon me, could
you please denude? Watch it! Don't judge
"A prude!" until you've assessed all proximal
hazards of or to the flesh! You may find
you've fallen asleep to these. We've grown
unconsciously reliant on clothes to keep our
bits in. When we're young and taut
we just assume "this is my nature," but
we go cloaked and tucked in so long
- oh, we observe the change! Sure, but it seems
situational, when really it's fundamental. "'Tis
true, I lose formal bodily cohesion - when I bathe."
We file it away, and reason that so long as we don't
bathe, we can go nude without consequence.
That's crocked judgment, and a poor reasoning
exercise. We need our second skin, whether tightly
encasing us like sausages or draped in layers which,
however flowy or even diaphanous, provide a protective
contour - a bounds upon which we can rely: "my meat
is within bounds."
People who let dangly bits drape all about flopping
and dancing near machinery are as irresponsible
as the effete, faux would-be elitist snobs who affect
to wear neckties while operating a machine press.
The result
is all too often
(in imagination) too much like
a B-grade Freddie Krueger movie, and
guess who everyone's not pulling for?
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