Locker room

I feel like I can see my locker room relationship in phases:

<8 years

Uncomfortable largely because I was like the only uncut white kid. I noticed that pretty explicitly (started looking at cocks at a young age, clearly). I don’t recall being ashamed of the rest of my body yet.

8-11, 13-18 years

Would very reluctantly even be in my underwear. I don’t think naughty bits were ever revealed. Except to guys I was going to get fucked by. And a doctor, once.

Age 12

This was one of my fattest years, but the closest I ever came to being really comfortable with my body. We were in Oslo that year, and the attitude toward nudity was just a lot better. Somehow things just felt less intimidating.

Age 19-

I finally sucked it up and started changing and showering in public, in Scandinavia and in Minnesota. I was terrified of getting an erection if I saw a hot guy. I’m mostly over that fear.

It’s not like I love my body now; I wouldn’t have this blog if I did. But I think it has helped to force myself to be naked in front of strangers and hold my head high.¬†We should be naked more.