In Celebration of the Naked, or Not, Body*

I can choose to not draw lines. See color. Make judgments.

As I continue to be stuck on a spinning piece of dust circling a great fire in the sky, I often wonder why I worry what I think...... or what you think for that matter. Why waste this seemingly precious amount of time in these seemingly fascinating bodies to give much care to compare? 

Perhaps what I am trying to say here is, what's the matter with my body, really? Like, really? And who made you the judge? Who is the standard in which you judge and why can't you see already that we are all one of a kind, spontaneous happening, never been alive before creatures??!!

It sounds waaaay more fun to celebrate instead. I suggest we applaud one another's uniqueness. Or, even not caring would be fine too. Just don't waste your breath hating on something as silly as another human's skin is all I'm sayin'.

Here is my way of celebrating a most ravenous human being. Through my camera lens I can capture time and put it in the bottle. I find imagery can say so much more than words ever could.


Lady Rainbow*faerie godmother