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

(as much)

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

and afterward

just as i'm coming out of the shower

and getting my towel (dry one) from my locker,

an englishman,

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?