Nudity and Inner Violence

Ive been naked in front of so many people that transparency and truth are the inevitable end to anyone circumventing what is stored in their initiatives when standing in front of me. I’ve never been a good liar, my mom is a career felon and she told me when I was young that she would never tell me what she was doing because I couldn’t lie and when I tried it was like I’d become translucent. 

I’ve watched grown men make wrecks out of themselves since I was a girl and I was the sacrificial lamb for their inner carnage. I know what people look like inside when they are disfigured and I gained a sensitivity to the subtly layered human things we do and become when we are holding lies and 1 ton of black tar in our cores. For me, getting naked was how I’d get dressed for dipping into these places. When I was young whether I was naked or not didn’t stop a man from getting what he wanted, it didn't stop his will. So as I grew, naked or clothed, everyone was naked to me because I know what it feels like to be naked with their naked intent.

Naked or not the truth is available but actually taking your clothes off, piece by piece is the equivalent of getting closer to an edge of free falling into the reality of how someone's relationship is with their body, pleasure and general composure around their life experiences.

For men who are in the clutches of internal carnage getting naked is how they deal with inner violence. We had that in common.

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