Exposure

I've got a deep desire to be exposed, and also a bunch of shame around it.  Here's my playing with different perspectives, from sexy to gory, around this theme.  Play it so it doesn't play me.  Here we go:

Sexy:
There are a thousand ways to enter a body.  A flick of your gaze and my eyes start to dilate; barely noticeable.  But exchange has begun.  The slight parting of lips creates an opening:  pull them apart and you can see what's inside.  Look at that!  I breathe out words and they wiggle into your ears.

Forlorn:
Even if I could detail the exact events of my life to you over coffee and cream--the complete dance of desire and restraint--you could still never know me fully.  Because it would take my entire lifetime again to catch you up on what happened, exactly, and then we'd both be old.

 Flashy:
Come here and let me show you my playground.  I have entire landscapes, inner worlds in here, that you've never pictured--places so bright and vivid you'll knock out your eyesight, so you must navigate them with your hands.  There, I'll show you textures so stunning that you'll emerge into your former world with an entirely new sense of touch, one filled with possibility.

Gory:
I want to peel away my own skin sometimes and show you what's inside of me.  To be that exposed, raw, and vulnerable--just twitching muscles, a pulsing brain, and guts, steaming in their cases.  Then you'll see that we're all really the same on the inside.

Superior:
People don't understand me.  I used to think it was because they just hadn't been opened up to the possibility, yet, that first glance isn't law, that all perspectives are valid, that there is no fixed male, white, hetero truth to worship like a giant hard dick in the sky.  I used to think people didn't understand me because there was something wrong with me; but now I know it's just because they're stupid!

Stark:
Exaggeration is my medicine.  I love being exposed.  I love feeling shame.  I think it's funny.