The unease experienced while undressing in front of another person.
It’s easy to be alluring when you’re wearing clothes.
You can be stylish, funny, urbane… anything you want, really.
But once you charm your way into someone’s bedroom, you’ve got to shed, layer by layer, the fiction been telling.
Everyone experiences it, regardless of what side of the mattress you’re on. That sudden, hideous panic.. the remembrance that our bodies often horrify us. How they have more folds and furrows than we’d like. A patch of hair… a nasty little mole or skin tag. Our bodies are a landscape of uglies… uglies we forget about while wooing. But all of which our partners are certain to discover the first time we drop trow.
Soon enough you’ll both be flopping atop one another… each of you making stupid noises and hopefully twisting your faces into grotesque displays of delight.
Sex is nothing if not ludicrous.
But in the moments that fall between the before and after, in the molting of one’s manicured persona into the doughy realities of our nakedness, one must silently confront this terrible moment of anxiety when we decide to just swallow our pride, give in to our yearning, and let ourselves be ugly.
Or… to put it another way:
It’s easier to look sexy while looking at your watch, than it is to tell a joke when you’re naked.