

There is something captivatingly beautiful about witnessing authenticity. Something even more so than anything explicitly sexual. Witnessing vulnerability. We might not realize it... since sex has been regularly stigmatized for generations, but penetration is not always the most vulnerable an individual can be. It is not always the most intimate. Sharing our stories and our truth is often the most vulnerable thing an individual can do. Especially in a world where maladies of the mind are misunderstood and social connections are under valued. Being real is what we desperately want to see. And here it is. This is my vulnerability. My truth self. not for the nudity but for me...