Weeks ago i posted a favorite quote of mine on my feed...i think it is worth repeating here: "Eros will have naked bodies; Friendship naked personalities." C.S. Lewis. Here looking for friendship not eros. (Not adamantly set against it, just not actively looking).
So this will be my own version of baring mySELF and most of you know by now there'll be a good deal of words with the photos i do post.
Nudity does not offend me, i often find it and people's reactions to it amusing. We consider ourselves so liberated but there is still a huge taboo against full frontal male nudity. Yes, i'm one of those who lamented seeing only Charlton Heston's physical ass in 'Planet of the Apes'.
On the rare summer nights warm enough to need a fan i sleep nude. You have to understand that my wanton youth coincided with mini-skirts which i wore, hot pants which i shunned for comfort reasons, musical injunctions to 'love the one you're with' reflecting the hippy 'free love' attitude. i even participated in some unorthodox sexual encounters. But you might take a clue from the reason i shunned hot pants: i've always been a low-maintenance kind of woman--When going somewhere special i might have donned a bit of eye makeup and lipstick but i never spent a lot of time looking in mirrors, which is good because i didn't have to break that habit as what i saw became less aesthetically pleasing to me.
To take the challenge more symbolically, with the Lewis quote in mind it was a toss up whether to post a photo of one of my gnarled hands and my poem: "My hands were lovely once" or to post a photo of my face, which was never a '10' tho was passably attractive but now clearly shows my age. i realized that i have to some extent hidden my face...even the younger more attractive version of it in every photo i've posted of myself here: Hair, hats, darkened glasses, shadows. So clearly that's the one i need to 'confront', to bare.
So i have 3 photos of relatively bare faces for you:
The first is from '68 or '69 my 'everyday' young face as it was:
The second is from around summer of '71. Living in Honolulu (hence the tan), my roommate and best friend had given me the haircut i took some shots in photo booth to send other friends as i felt at my best physically:
Finally the face i wear now. Despite being such a fan of 'art' and aesthetically pleasing things...i am also a function over form person--thanks to two double surgeries this year the eyes work better than they have in decades for me to see and photograph the world. The mouth still works to eat, drink, smile and communicate with loved ones. (And should it fail as long as the brain inside still worked i'd find a way) but clearly i had issues with it to have to push myself into showing it (a nude of me with face turned away would have been much easier---but easier isn't my style of living). So third is my face now. i don't despair my wrinkles (lots of laugh lines) it's just that because i spend more time just being, and reflecting on life than i do looking at my reflection---this face ambushed me...i didn't see it coming line by line as some women do because i never 'studied' it that much, and even less since i don't get to go 'OUT' dancing anymore and don't need to apply any makeup at all. Taken a few days ago at age 68 1/2 years.