Preface

Naked people are born naked. They are meant to lead naked lives. Naked to the world, even on the coldest of winter evenings, they are meant to be naked always. Destined to remain naked, naked people love their nakedness and they honor nakedness as sacred and holy.

Nakedness should be honored, even by the naked people themselves. Though most naked people, truly naked people, are so shy about their clothes that one might assume they were shy about their nakedness, too.

But they’re not.

Naked people like share their nakedness.

Like this.

“Who me? Work? I’m too busy being naked.”

But even when a naked person’s bare naked breasts aren’t all perfect and perky like those you see here, a truly naked person doesn’t mind. And a truly naked person doesn’t mind if your naked breasts aren’t perky either.

A truly naked person would never measure her nakedness against yours. A naked person is simply naked. No reason. No motives. No judgement. Naked people don’t critique your nakedness, or your spelling.

Naked people are fun to be with.

One moment a naked person can be talking to you all shy and self-conscious about work and dead authors, politics and religion.

Then, the very next moment, there you are. You’re with this naked person. Then, they’re not talking about work any more.

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