Naked. Standing in front of a full length mirror, we are able to examine every inch of our skin, every sloping feature and curved bone structure, the sag of our belly, the never ending lines of freckles, and each strand of gray hair. Our body is a blank canvas, and as the years pass, a little more paint is added. Sometimes we play the role of an artist, inscribing our canvas with personalized markings, piercings, or the inevitable scar or blemish. Over time our canvas grows thick with layers of paint, etchings that are caused naturally that show our age. The wrinkles, the smile lines, the crow’s feet, the stretch marks all tell the story of where we have been and where we are going.
Sincerely, The Open Closet
PS. THIS IS JUST AN EXCERPT FROM MY BOOK: “The Open Closet: Letters From A Gay Man” (Available on AMAZON & KINDLE)
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