sounds groovy

Nice teat.

Interesting thought.

But you haven't seen us naked. By that I mean, me. Royal, naked me. That plants us squarely back in Weirdsville, pop. 2 (and one of 'em's naked!)

I don't want to hook up with my best friend, he's married.

And a he, which, while I love him to death, does not do much for me.

Nice thought, I would put naked pictures of myself up but I don't anybody wants to see such things, not sure there is an avatar/emoticon to put for my face now.

Oh, no you don't go horning in on my well-established "senile and doddering before my time" business.

I would comment on the ease with which you post naked pictures of yourself, but that might lead to some big psychological change that would involve me not being able to see you naked on the internet anymore, and that's not really a consequence I want to contemplate, let alone contribute to. Call me shallow, but my interest in psychology has been soundly trumped by my interest in your gratuitous nudity.

So post away, your nakedness!

And yeah, I think the "meeting an SG in person" train would at least board the first few cars at Weirdsville Station, because there's that odd dynamic of "I've seen you naked and you haven't seen me" that has an odd influence on any interpersonal dynamic.

It's something that I could probably get past (assuming, probably incorrectly, that I'll ever meet a SG in person), but if you'd prefer the overall conversational tone went from "nice teat" to "so, who do you think the Whigs should run for President this year?" (or your pick of more civilized conversational topics), I'll do my level best to be slightly less of the drooling pervert.

This is assuming that nobody even remotely involved in this site has even the slightest interest in seeing me naked.

So does that mean you won't shoe me your tits?

(hey folks, it makes sense in context)

And I'm not against self-analysis, I just hope it doesn't come at the expense of the nudity.

I'll just assume your ease with posting nude (and clothed) pictures of yourself stems from some positive, life-affirming part of your psyche. Just let me know what sort of positive reinforcement you're looking for, the "gosh, you're smart and artistically talented" type or the "gawrsh, yer pretty" type. Or a lovely blend of both.

Hey, my mom was a child psychologist, I have to get all pretentious about things like this.

And if your next set can involve nooking your rooks, or debating your subconscious, that'd be extra neat.

Maybe you can get extra-intellectual and shoot a set involving playing strip-chess against Death.

We're still on for the pickup game of softball, right? I'll be the Know-Nothing Party if you'll be the Federalists...

[Edited on Jun 09, 2003]

indeed
wanna go get a slurpy?

paradoxical, ain’t it? the “intimacy” of your/our photos/word word words is mediated by the internet which acts as a buffer. “real” people are kept at arms length.

sometimes it’s hard to make the leap from images/words to true friends as the web is the only social interaction.

but, i find that weirdsville only lasts until both internet personas meet (in person) and realize that they are real-live actual people. i mean we know you’re a real person, but sometimes we don’t “know” it.

nudity is nudity, whatever.

during the course of a former career i, at one point, dealt with a company run by a playboy centerfold. she and i conversed quite often and i went to visit her. sure, there’s a weird second or two at first meeting, but after that, everything was cool and we moved past it. i mean we had things in common and had stuff to talk about. i think that's a similar situation here.

mayhap us locals should have a Get To Know Siv in Real Life party. would that make you feel betta? i know it would make me feel better!

-rozehead