Pixellator

Pixellator: Mrs. Pix – Where the Wild Things Are

Exhibitionism, Nude in Public

I don’t think Maurice Sendak would quite get the rise out of this series that you and I might (he was gay), and he might not approve of my coopting the title of his famous work (though he did not like it much), but what the hell … it works.

It doesn’t take a lot of guess work to figure this out. I’ll expand on the story as the posting proceeds.

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Ok, so now this tale winds toward its close … and unfortunately, its clothes. But not so fast! One of the things I often mention about Mrs. Pix is that once she gets comfortable with a situation – a naked situation – she enjoys feeling relaxed in her skin and can be reluctant to re-dress. That was the situation here.

We had reached the far point of our planned escapade, but at that point she was “in the zone” and didn’t really want things to end “so quickly”. Our other shots had been taken quickly owing to the highly public scenario: Strip, shoot, re-dress, move on. By this time, though, she was relaxed and no hurry either to move on or get dressed. So we improvised. I continued to carry her things (always) and she continued to pad around barefoot and bare-assed as we left the overlook heading back up the paths. But rather than just retrace steps toward the entrance, where we would be sure to run into clothed innocents coming the other way, we took a lateral path, continuing our strategy of staying ahead of other visitors. (Think of the main paths being like the spokes of a crooked wheel, and us following the crooked rim, continuing to go where other visitors would not have reached yet.)

After conversing with the emu in the prior pic, she sprouted a beautiful smile that you can still see through the blur. It was a shame to have to give in to social norms and get her back into her clothes, but it was time to go.

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