OK. I admit it. I don’t really know what the 7 reasons are. Although I would have to say, instinctively, that the idea has merit. I just put the photo there to get your attention.
Pathetic, really.
Because this is an attempt to post on a more than semi-regular basis. And is an attempt, I suppose, to share. But it is not a very good one because, once again I have lifted a passing comment that I made to someone else’s post and have dressed it up as an actual post of my own.
I was touched by Stoner’s description of sharing her bed with a sibling and it seemed to me that there is something very intimate and trusting about the idea. We are, as I suggested to her, never more open and vulnerable than when we are asleep.
That my own thoughts drift into a slightly more carnal direction is certainly not intended to detract from the sweet innocence of her own.
Though lonely nights
I’ve known a few
I shared last night
with someone new
We shared the pillow
shared our breath
We shared the moment.
Little death.
We lay together
side by side
We share what we
no longer hide
Richmond Road 
Always enjoy your words. Hope to see more of them.
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And what ARE those 7 ??
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As I say …. I don’t really know. But a few things come to mind ….
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Seven reasons could be:
You save on buying pjs
it distracts your partner from your snoring (wishful thinking maybe)
Makes it easier to get to the toilet at 3am
Cuts back on your clothes washing
Makes you have a shower regularly.
Increases the possibility of appearing attractive to your partner.
Allows you to hang loose and who wouldn’t want to do that?
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I fear that point #6 may be wishful thinking as well.
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You have to live in hope after all if she keeps her eyes shut there has to be a chance.
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Or if she leaves the room.
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lol you and Michael make a good team 😉
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Yes …. though I can’t help think that Micheal’s suggestions (perhaps due to the accuracy of them) tend to detract a little from the eroticism of the imagery.
The last thing I’m not always good at listening to the (naked) truth.
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maybe you should bail out of the mainstream blogging and write for a dark porn site …
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Gee … that’s a bit harsh. Maybe a soft porn site ….
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seems your obsession might be better suited …
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You are always judging me so harshly
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not at all, can’t you take honesty … you want me to lie and butter you up like everyone else … a daughter has to be straight with her father!
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No, no. I would prefer you to lie.
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sorry not in my nature …
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That was a great little piece. Short and to the point. Well, at least the poem.
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So I am too long winded with stuff that fails to rhyme?
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No, I was alluding to what is no longer hidden.
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Goodness …
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Liked the poem, not so sure about the sleeping naked, not these days, anyway. Man it’s COLD here.
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A bit warmer in my neck of the woods. And anyway, that’s what blankets are for.
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Blankets only work if you’re under them.
And after a certain age naked is more attractive with your eyes closed. REALLY…
=)
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Sadly, true enough. Sometimes magic occurs when your eyes are closed, though.
But really, I wasn’t trying to make a big deal of it. It was a lot more about honesty than it was about nudity.
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i visited this post a few times and still couldn’t think of a comment.
first of all the idea of the picture was hilarious .. but kinda scary too. i was like, thank God it could be worse…lol
and i like the poem 🙂
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Hey pal …. no comment required. Thanks for paying attention.
I visited a museum in Santiago the day before yesterday that was built to draw attention to the atrocities of the previous regime. I had intended to write a post about it.
I just can’t.
Sometimes saying nothing says everything.
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Couldn’t agree more. When my grandpa passed away I had to travel for the funeral. And all the way I was writing in bullets his memories. Whatever I could remember as if it will be erased if I waited.
Ended up with 6 pages that I could never expand or share with anyone. I have no idea why I did that.
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Love the apparent simplicity of this poem, so beautifully written and posing the individual’s basic existential questions: loneliness vs. companionship, and time fleeting towards death:
“We shared the moment.
Little death.”
I like how you treat nudity’s double meaning: physically naked as the picture shows, but nakedness is also conveying the inner truth of your soul.
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Thank you once again.
Taking off your clothes is generally an easier and potentially less consequential act than taking off your armour, of course.
And I can never resist the temptation to exhibit my poor schoolboy French (‘la petite mort’).
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