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I don't have much body modesty, at least not about the parts I'm supposed to cover up. Community theater probably knocked out any seeds of this when I was in high school, and I honestly don't remember the last time I wore a swimsuit.
Last week a doctor told me to disrobe from the waist down, and there was some kind of cotton fabric thing waiting on the table for me. I'm so used to disrobing completely and then wearing the little gown that I didn't have a habit for this instance. So when she came into the room, I was sitting on the crinkly paper, bare-assed, with the cotton thingy still folded beside me. I honestly think she was mildly shocked. I almost giggled at the contrast between her not expecting to see me bare when she walked in, and her ten minutes later being up to the knuckles inside my anatomy.
I am grateful for clothing when it's cold out, or too sunny, or when I'm sitting in the dirt. Bras make my life much more comfortable, so when I'm wandering around the house I will often have one of those even if I don't have much else. I am also grateful for clothing when I'm in a mixed-gender mostly-straight crowd with men I don't know. But societal rules about what parts aren't supposed to show... those aren't me.
Last week a doctor told me to disrobe from the waist down, and there was some kind of cotton fabric thing waiting on the table for me. I'm so used to disrobing completely and then wearing the little gown that I didn't have a habit for this instance. So when she came into the room, I was sitting on the crinkly paper, bare-assed, with the cotton thingy still folded beside me. I honestly think she was mildly shocked. I almost giggled at the contrast between her not expecting to see me bare when she walked in, and her ten minutes later being up to the knuckles inside my anatomy.
I am grateful for clothing when it's cold out, or too sunny, or when I'm sitting in the dirt. Bras make my life much more comfortable, so when I'm wandering around the house I will often have one of those even if I don't have much else. I am also grateful for clothing when I'm in a mixed-gender mostly-straight crowd with men I don't know. But societal rules about what parts aren't supposed to show... those aren't me.
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Makes some dr's uncomfortable, and I can understand that. A nekkid cooshie is a body part to interact with scientifically. A bare bum with a person's face attached - that's more like a naked person, which is a sexual thing for a lot of people. (I read a poem once called something like "The Naked and The Nude" that really nailed it.)
But I don't care if the dr is uncomfortable. I'm the one with my pants off; I'm the one who is actually vulnerable. That drape stays off.
(*For the guys: the patient is on her back and a cloth or piece of paper is draped across her raised legs to "screen" her. Like in surgeries, only not for sterility.)
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