The following article is a re-working of one of my older posts. It’s around fifty percent new but still one hundred percent relevant. Recent conversations have prompted me to tweak it, buff it, give it a little more grunt and wheel it out of the garage again. I believe it’s a message many of us need to take on board. More than once. 
Hi Everyone, it’s CJ here; the one without the large biceps. Although they are firm. Ish.:) This post is a bit of fun, so if you came here today in search of some life-changing wisdom, you best pop back tomorrow when His Largeness returns. On with the show…
So, what’s with all the nudity lately?
I’ve been a little surprised recently by some people’s eagerness to nude-up in public. Evidently, more than 1500 people have already registered to become part of Spencer Tunick’s planned mass-nude photograph on the steps of the Sydney Opera House. I hope they’re meticulous with the sunscreen. Also, when the organisers of the popular and successful play Trilogy invited ‘ordinary’ women to participate in its nude dance scene, they were inundated with volunteers. Apparently, performing naked in front of hundreds of strangers is ‘liberating’ and ‘celebratory’. Who knew?
