Today I went to my nephew's first birthday party. It was lovely to see the young lad, happy and gurgling. He didn't fuss whatsoever, and apparently he didn't have a nap. Props to the birthday boy!
I saw a lot of my family on my sister's side. I met her grandmother, Ginny, and her husband "Doc." My mom was there along with my step-father so this was a family event. After talking with my own grandmother I realized how embarrassed my family can become with me openly talking about my profession. I know to some of you it's a "No, duh?" kind of statement...but really...do we all have to be shameful about our bodies? I'm not asking everyone to run around naked, but at least have a bit of respect when someone is nude. The only reason that I do model is because I get that respect in the art world. But as far as the outside world, when someone is naked it's bad. Naughty. Licentious. Sexuality and sensuality are certainly conjured up when someone is naked...but do we have to look down on them? I respect strippers and know that not all of them are stupid or strung out. Some own property or used the job financially to start their own business.
So I'm an art model. Apparently the classiest nude profession there is. I kept my words checked and told everyone who asked that I was a model and I worked at a fabric shop. All true to an extent. I made sure to say 'model' so my parents wouldn't be embarrassed. All nudity was in the wraps. Then Ginny told me how proud she was that I was organizing models. I had to tell her the uncensored truth. She told me I sounded like I was apologizing for my profession. I was. It was so sweet when she looked up at my step-father and remarked, "Where would Rembrandt be without his models?" It was nice. My step-father didn't have a coherent retort. Thank you, Ginny. You just made my week. I wish there were more of you out there in that generation. I'm glad I make you proud.