I grew up in a small town, surrounded by cornfields, in a conservative household 20 miles outside of Flint, Mich. I started reading the New Yorker when I was 12, and in college, I always kept up with what was happening in the city through magazines and media. There were even a few moments where I felt profoundly present in my body. But, by removing all the labels, the naked …. The answer to the title of this post is a resounding yes, without any doubt or hesitation. It was something I hadn't experienced since childhood, and so joyful that I even sashayed around doing a bit of a dance before dashing back into the house with the laundry basket. You may have noticed a few changes of my blog over the last weeks.
Plus, it meant I could pursue a career:
I spent a week at home in the nude, and this is what I learned about my body
Real life of a travel influencer. Like many college grads, I actually had very few marketable skills. You have no idea, I wanted to tell her. A fairly attractive man in his forties wearing nothing but a leather jacket is buying a loaf of bread, while a stout bloke in trainers is perusing the pasta section. Two porters appeared and grabbed him by each elbow, hauling him backward out the door.