Back in 2013, I moved my body,
in different ways,
in new ways
and I moved it to Vancouver Island.
The pursuit was one of happiness.
Some funny things happened though
and some of them happened to me!
I've always had a discomfort with being naked
around other men
and other women,
especially in the daylight
and during new “encounters”
and even by myself during a bath,
but mostly in the changing rooms,
of gym class and public pools
being that i didn't grow up playing hockey
or any other team sports,
where the teams meet up after the game
to stretch out their penises
and slap each other’s bottoms with wet towels.
So i was always a bit shy about my naked body,
and not until lately has it not bothered me
to be naked out in the world.
So i had just moved to the island
i was living in my truck
and using different pools as my bathtub.
This particular time i was in Courtenay
i had been in the deep end,
watching the aquarobics class
just as i'm coming out of the shower
and getting my towel (dry one) from my locker,
who is half way through putting on his briefs, says,
"you look a lot like Guy Martin, he's an english writer".
While i stand naked in front of my new friend i say,
"oh, i've never heard of him, what kind of writing does he do? is he a novelist?"
He laughs and says,
"No, a RIDER, he rides motorcycles, or did, he's retired now"
“ah" i say, "this is a world i'm not familiar with."
I put my clothes on and we make small talk
and as i proceed to leave the change room,
i can't help but wonder,
how does he know what this Guy Martin fellow looks like naked?