I've denied it for a long time but, I have to finally admit, I'm a closet exhibitionist. Even as I type this I'm sitting in front of the computer screen with the fan blowing over the skin of my bare back and my breasts lit by the computer glow.
Why? I'm not sure. I like the daring of it, that excites me. But, it's a calculated risk. Just like flashing on IRC (Internet Relay Chat) or standing in front of a high rise window topless or scantily clad. There is a thrill in being naughty, in performing for an audience and in shocking your significant other if you have one handy.
So, yes, I'm a closet exhibitionist. You won't find me on a nude beach but you may catch me changing clothes in the car. I don't fix my shirt if it slips down and my bra peeps through. I don't feel concerned about exposed cleavage, in fact I admit I revel in being a bit revealing. It's like taking a dare, accepting a challenge no one expects you to take.
Would you ever take off your clothes in public? Ever play truth or dare and risk being dared to publicly strip? Does it excite or terrify you? I don't think it's so much about body image as it is about freedom.
Have fun.
