Tuesday, March 24, 2015
The benefits of stripping
I spent the afternoon stripping. Taking off one layer, and then another. At no time did my adoring public offer to place dollar bills in the waist band of my brilliantly colored shorts. At no time did cries of "Take it off!", ring through the room. I was perplexed. Was it possible that the body beautiful didn't meet the prurient interests of my observer? I suppose in the spirit of honesty, I should tell you that my observer has been the same one to witness me stripping for over 41 years. But still... In an effort to liven up the process, I even resorted to spray sensuously scented oil based derivatives over my body of work. And yet no cat calls. No whistles. Oh, there was an occasional "are you done yet?", but thankfully it wasn't said derisively. And the answer was no. It is early spring, after all. The layers come off slowly. And tomorrow is another day. Perhaps by its end, the walls will be ready for their new paper. And you will still be loved!