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Last night was spent on the side of a mountain over-looking a lake. When I woke up in the morning, the sun was gloriously hot and the valley was filled with clouds such that I was looking down on them instead of up at them. It was about 7 in the morning, and all the Balinese people that worked about the place were already up minding their own business, but most of the other guest were still snoozing in their bed rooms. And I thought, Why Not.

The sun was shining so lovely on everything, and even if you aren’t into photography, any idiot would know that the sun at dawn is the best lighting you can get for an outdoor shot. And in line with my ‘around the world’ nudies (HK, San Francisco, Bangkok, Saigon so far, and now Bali) I woke up Megaman to take a photograph of me on lying on the balcony rail.

There were a few Balinese people looking on by the balcony to the right about 50 meters away and I felt a little apprehensive at first. But if I really wanted to do something crazy, then there was certainly no point in waiting for people to approve first, because chances are, they will take too long to deliberate about it. And since I know it is definitely not illegal to go around nude in Bali (some women still mind the rice topless in the fields), I thought, fuck it; took of all my clothes and laid myself down on the balcony rail (it was thick enough to do so).

I saw some of the people turning heads for about half a minute, before going back to watching their DIY program on TV (the majority of the Balinese population spend the majority of their time making stuff, which is certainly more constructive then minding other people’s business). It was great, we were left to shoot in peace for the next half hour, and the photos were good.

On the plane back, I asked him what he thought of me, sexually. And he told me quite simply that I was sexy in a cutesy kinda way. But the baseline was this, being pretty alone will not get you anywhere. And I frankly, I don’t think it’s because I’m a ravishing beauty and I have a ravishing hot body and that I am getting all the attention that I currently am.

There are a few reasons I suppose, one of it is just because Singapore is still an ultra conservative society. 2 hours away, you can see girls open tiger beer cans with their pussies.

Secondly, it’s because of the nature of the internet. There is a great deal of porn out there, but there isn’t a lot of nudity backed with a real genuine person behind the nakedness. That’s why Suicidegirls works. Men come online to look for girl-next-door porn. FHM has a girl-next-door competition, not a super-hot-babe-you-wanna-fuck competition.

And thirdly… I’d just like to attribute it to the fact that I’m mostly not just another exhibitionist, or just another slut, or just another whore, because while I am certainly all of those things, and most girls are (most are into soft prostitution anyway. If you generally expect the guy to pay, you’ve got the mindset of a whore) that I’ve actually got something to say about it and have so far placed my thoughts as articulately as I possibly can. And people have been glad to hear someone say it.

The truth is, sometimes I have this weird feeling I’m a pawn in my Big Brother’s game to start the process of liberalizing social mores. A pawn to get people to start talking, you know. And that’s fine, as long as I’m not slandered, and as long as it makes things change.

Because that was kinda what I always wanted anyway.

xoxox