nude beneath jim rockford: i have a beautiful body

In hopes of confronting my fears concerning public nudity, I took a full-nude, fat-assed lap around a locker room crowded with senior citizens last night. I made the circuit slowly, wishing everyone a warm and hearty “Merry Christmas” (or “Happy Holidays,” if they looked suspiciously un-Christian), and acting as though I didn’t care in the slightest that my business was flopping all around just inches from their old, exhausted faces. I didn’t go so far as to shake anyone’s hand, or pat anyone on the shoulder, as I’d planned to do when I first dropped my pants and headed out, but I’m confident those barriers will fall away as well, as I become more and more comfortable with my body. (I’ve decided not to follow politics anymore, and instead just to focus all of my attention on coming to love and accept my body.) By the end of January, I hope not only to be holding full, meaningful conversations in the nude, but conducting comprehensive self-exams for testicular cancer while stretched out along one of the narrow wooden benches in the locker room.

While my lack of clothing didn’t seem to upset anyone in the locker room, that, unfortunately, wasn’t the case once, having finished my nude rounds, I slipped into my new exercise outfit. You see, I chose to wear a new shirt that my mother-in-law had gotten me, and people seemed to think that it was quite funny. (The shirt says, “The Rockford Files” on the front of it.) No one came right out and asked me about it, but lots of people stared, and I could tell that a few were making comments behind my back… And, yes, it made me wish that I were naked.

As for the shirt, I asked Linette why she thought that her mom had gotten it for me, since I’d never mentioned the Rockford Files, or, for that matter, James Garner, to her. Linette looked at me like I was an idiot, pointed to the shirt, and said, “It has a phone on it.”

I’m still puzzling over that one.

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  1. mark
    Posted December 18, 2004 at 11:29 am | Permalink

    I don

  2. carrie
    Posted December 18, 2004 at 6:37 pm | Permalink

    oh, thank god you told us it’s fiction!

    i was beginning to think someone slipped me some acid.

    but i still don’t get the phone thing.

  3. Posted December 19, 2004 at 6:27 am | Permalink

    I think you should have held out a few days before you told us it was fiction. It was a beautifully disfunctional picture.

  4. Posted December 20, 2004 at 7:22 am | Permalink

    Perhaps it was meant to tie in with all of the phone work you did for MoveOn?

  5. mark
    Posted December 21, 2004 at 7:06 pm | Permalink

    “Hmmmmm… Mark would like this. He uses a telephone.”

  6. K
    Posted July 28, 2005 at 10:45 pm | Permalink

    Where did she find that shirt?

  7. Tony Buttons
    Posted July 29, 2005 at 10:39 am | Permalink

    James Garner travels the U.S., selling them out of a custom van.

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