Lately when I go to bed I start writing…fiction writing. Lately when I get up I realize that I’m now writing about something entirely different.
For example, this morning I woke up thinking about nudist colonies of all things. I’ve never been to one, and after this dream I’m sure I never will. Perhaps it’s a little of that Groucho Marx mentality that I’ve had most of my life, “Why would I belong to a club that would have me as a member?”
The dream, if you can call it that, is perhaps only an hour old and already it is hard to remember, especially how I got onto the topic in the first place. So here’s a snippet by recollection, but be warned, my dreams have a tendency to be ‘politically incorrect’.
I think what woke me was a kind of self-censorship as it seems I was already in ‘write-mode’. Should I really say that I feel bad if I don’t find all women adorable in their nudity? There is no need to get into graphical details or numbers of any sort. As for the men, it gets even worse in that department. It reminds me of a study I once read about that found women tend to rate themselves as being much heavier than others would, while men tend to see themselves as being much slimmer than others see them.
As for me, I’m certainly not half the man I used to be…more like one and a half!
I’m not so crazy about looking at myself naked at the best of times, so why would I want to subject others to my stature of exceeded limitations? So there are two basic things that I would worry about. One is that I’m too big, and the other is that I wouldn’t fit in!
Now I’m sure there are the purists out there who will claim it’s all about looking at the inner person and not the body, that you’re there for the intellectual experience. On that level I’d probably kick in with some smart-ass comment about some great thinkers who talk about the ‘mind, body and soul’ and then ask why we should ignore the middle part.
Then there is the whole issue of the narcissism of the whole scenario, perhaps even this dream itself? I just read a blog last night that touched on social networking as being a form of narcissism. There does seem to be something self-indulgent about this strange need to express one’s freedom…for me freedom has become a somewhat funny word, at the very least a very curious one!
It’s almost like making a statement like, “I’m naked, I can talk about anything now, and I’ll just shut off my sexual urges at my command”. (And on top of that, I’ll do my damnedest to hide any revulsion!). And that’s a lot of, ‘my my my’ isn’t it?
So there’s the crux of it, no nudist colony for me, though someday maybe I’ll visit a nude beach, who knows? With my luck I’d probably wind up in lawn chair sitting next to Stephen Hawkings with no visible tan lines…and nothing to say! 🙂
PS – The picture at the top is another of mine, though an unpublished one called “Grand Beach”.
PPS – When I find someone adorable, clothes don’t much matter, definitely much less than she thinks!
You have some lovely art work. Expressive and colorful.
Thanks Leora, that’s very kind of you. 🙂
You are thinking about nudist colonies? lol Lawrence 🙂
Just one Christy, and sometimes once is enough! 🙂
I love your art. You are so truthful about your adorable woman. (I think)
Thank you Bindhurani. You know I’ve thought about deleting this post more than a few times today because it seems kind of harsh in a way, more than intended. That’s why I added the PPS.
I used to think about what it is about us, the only form of life on this planet that requires clothing. It’s rather strange isn’t it? Maybe one day I will do a blog on this man’s works…I see that after 7 years he has done some amazing updating: