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At Saturday’s party, I was talking to a friend of mine who’s participating in an art co-op to keep up her drawing skills. Every week or two, a model poses nude for the group. And then she casually asked me if I’d ever consider posing.
My first reaction was an unambiguous “Hell, no.” It’s not that I’m bashful; one unavoidable consequence of living with a disability like mine is that plenty of people have had the opportunity to see me naked over the years. I’m just not sure I want any permanent record of me and my pasty white ass residing in the pages of someone’s sketchbook. Someone might get the idea to scan and post the drawings to some kinky disability devotee website, along with my blog URL. And then my Inbox would be flooded with requests for photos of me in various states of undress; requests that range in tone from “polite but creepy” to “you want to do what with my corpse?” No, I will not inadvertently become fodder for someone’s twisted fantasies. I’m more than just a piece of meat.
On the other hand, I need some fresh blog material. Something tells me I’d be one of the more memorable models to come before them. And I’m not just talking about the disability. But I require assurances that the room isn’t too chilly.
I always love it when I “make the blog.” So, you’re reconsidering? (Cool!) You know, we offer not one, but two space heaters for our models. Not to mention the warmth of the bright lights. I’m confident you would be particularly great for a long poses.
There is the small matter of displacing “professional models”. They may be organized. Being a union buster could be damaging to your future political career, especially if you do your busting in the buff.