17
Feb
10

The Mechanics of Undressing

by Sharon Grimley.

The Mechanics of Undressing.  Dressing.  Being dressed.

How strange it is to relinquish control, yet remain in control, and let another apply the layers of armour, and perhaps in doing so learning the chinks and vulnerabilities.  Trusting…drowning, not waving, since waving would give the audience something else to look at, distract them, and that is not the point.  “YOO-HOO!! Look over here, away from those breasts…”

And, being undressed – not the action, the state of being.  Not so difficult, since it is The Socialite who stands before the onlookers, but difficult all the same, in that Her physical flaws are my physical flaws.  She wouldn’t care.  I do.  Easy for Her; She doesn’t know anyone in the audience.

Ah, even if She did, She wouldn’t give a toss.

And in exposing the physical self and its distinctive markings (so much nicer than “flaws” I think), exposing all the markings on the psyche, the inner self.  Uncovering all the times I was not pretty/thin/sexy/feminine enough, and scratching open old scars thought long healed.  Ouch.

And once again, from the top…


1 Response to “The Mechanics of Undressing”


  1. March 14, 2010 at 11:08 pm

    Hello, really enjoyed this article! Well written. Will come back.


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