I was a nude model for Spencer Tunick’s latest installation this morning.
And they were both naked, the man and his wife, and were not ashamed.
Several thousand other folks followed my lead and were naked too. My Defective Life was probably there as well. I did see her car. It was fun, apart from cold hands and feet.
Let me just say this: Cleveland has lots of girl-flavored eye candy. My grandmother thinks this was pr0nographic. My ma don’t know what to think. No, I was not embarassed to be naked in front of people. They were in the same boat as I am, which makes things easier. Also, though I’m not some sort of Adonis, my body isn’t horrible.
The first shot had us all line up along the 9th street pier up into the city. I was in approximately the third row up on the Cleveland side. It was quite funny to watch cars drive by, slow down, get yelled at by the police and then tear out of there. It was also ridiculously cold. There was an amazingly attractive girl right in front of me. I was only slightly distracted by the string from the tampon stuck in her buttcrack.
Yes, I looked at girls, and they looked at us; and despite it being a sort of ‘checking out’ it was somehow much less sexual, I think, because the only mystery left is what the person is actually like.
The two other installations he did were gender specific, the girls went first, by the liner that was docked, and then the guys had the installation facing the Browns stadium. Apparently girls prefer the backsides of men to the front sides, judging from the cheer that went up when Spencer had us turn around. As a man, I would like to say that girls look good from all sides.
Being naked in a large group of naked men was quite boring. It reminded me of a locker room only replacing getting snapped by a towel with having ridiculously cold feet. Then I spent 200 bucks getting new tires on my car.
Everyone in Cleveland has a tattoo, apparently. The title of this post will most likely result in thousands of new hits looking for nudie pics of that Aussie guy with my name.