Naked Planet
I found someone who also understands how it feels to be stranded and naked.
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While I was growing up, my elementary school was three blocks from our house in New Jersey. I always walked to school. When I was eight, I went to school naked. I only wore my pair of size three sneakers with red stripes on the side. It was just like everyone's nightmare, showing up at school without any clothes. The difference was, I did it on purpose. And I enjoyed it. Even at that young age I was curious about sex. I masturbated continuously from the age of four. Sometimes I stood in front of the full-length mirror on my closet door and played with myself. I liked being naked. I figured if I could be naked in front of myself and my mom, why couldn't I be naked in front of everybody? In my little kid mind I thought they'd think I was pretty and accept me. In reality what happened was that everyone was paralyzed. I walked into the early morning playground crowded with kids on the jungle gym and teachers trying to direct them inside. When I walked up they just stared at me. The boys didn't point or tease, they just stared. After a while, which could have been seconds or hours, my teacher, Miss Havingston, walked out of the main building and immediately picked me up and brought me inside. "What's wrong, honey?" she said sweetly. "Why don't you have any clothes on?" I liked Miss Havingston. She was young and kind and, looking back, a pretty foxy woman. There were schoolyard rumors about her going on dates with other teachers. She called my parents in for a meeting and told them to give me more attention because this was a cry for help.
From that point on I was feared by the boys and girls of all grades. They treated me like a young psychotic, ready to snap and bite them at any minute. Who knows what their parents told them. "That Shirley is unstable. It doesn't surprise me. Those parents never seemed to have both feet on the ground either." For all of elementary school I didn't have many friends. I spent recess alone. Poor little naked girl.
--- "Mom" By Shirley Shave.
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