Sexuality Happens

Now that I finally have my own place, I am really beginning to appreciate how awesome naked time truly is. I can walk around naked, sleep naked, shower naked (ok, did that before), and even cook naked (though nothing with hot oil…I learned the hard way) without worrying about offending anyone, or being objectified, or anything.

I LOVE being naked. The more time I spend naked, the happier I am naked, and the more I wanted to be naked again. The more time I like myself when I’m naked, the more I love my body and just love general nakedness of everyone. I’m more accepting of myself and others.

I propose that everyone should have at least 30 minutes of mandatory nakedness (aside from showers, baths and changing clothes) a day, whether alone, or with others, in an effort to help everyone begin to love their bodies more, and to feel more free.

Hell, I like being naked with other people too, if I trust them, whether in sexual/relationshipy-sleepovery sense (hi schatz!) or completely non-sexual senses, like naked hot springs or at a party last night when I was demonstrated taking shots from my breasts (no, no video yet. I’ll keep my eyes opened for pictures…I couldn’t take one obviously, since I was shooting the show from my breasts).

Naked is neato, and I highly suggest it for everyone.

It’s been a rough weekend. I’m tired. Bedtime for tired Essin’ Em.