.
We wear a skin...
we wear a skin
of shamed breast feeders
of prescribed discomforts
branded by bottle-fed men
scared and stuck
behind their belief
in one size fits all figs leaves
we wear a skin blemished
by advertised body types
that wraps us up so tight
our insides shrink
wrinkling into whatever shape
best fits and matches
their price tags
bicycle riders wear a skin
of lines marked unclearly
catching car door fractures
safety zone bruises left...
...by those who would prefer
cyclists as a sight unseen
until this cycle breaks
we wear their lack of vision
dangerously invisible
against their traffic-
jammed billboard supermodel citizen
swallowing two dollar-a-litre
swill stationed wagon lines
there are no straight lines
anywhere on the human body
today we shed their skin
and all it's obtuse angles
our learning curve cycles
today we’re exposed
celebrating our bodies
all bodies actual
not just sexual
naked as our smiles
our cheeks, on seats
saying:
"Oh
you can see me now"
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The World Naked Bike Ride took place in Melbourne on March 3rd, this year. Sometimes it takes you a while to figure why it is you do what you do, after the fact, and how to correctly articulate that doing.
All photos taken by myself, hopefully they add more than distract from the flow. In selecting each it was hard to balance the titillation factor (whilst not completely shying away from, or hypocritically claiming to ignore it, either) with the more documentary side of just celebrating that we were all out there having a good time.
-Peace
.
We wear a skin...
we wear a skin
of shamed breast feeders
of prescribed discomforts
branded by bottle-fed men
scared and stuck
behind their belief
in one size fits all figs leaves
we wear a skin blemished
by advertised body types
that wraps us up so tight
our insides shrink
wrinkling into whatever shape
best fits and matches
their price tags
bicycle riders wear a skin
of lines marked unclearly
catching car door fractures
safety zone bruises left...
...by those who would prefer
cyclists as a sight unseen
until this cycle breaks
we wear their lack of vision
dangerously invisible
against their traffic-
jammed billboard supermodel citizen
swallowing two dollar-a-litre
swill stationed wagon lines
there are no straight lines
anywhere on the human body
today we shed their skin
and all it's obtuse angles
our learning curve cycles
today we’re exposed
celebrating our bodies
all bodies actual
not just sexual
naked as our smiles
our cheeks, on seats
saying:
"Oh
you can see me now"
_______________________________________
The World Naked Bike Ride took place in Melbourne on March 3rd, this year. Sometimes it takes you a while to figure why it is you do what you do, after the fact, and how to correctly articulate that doing.
All photos taken by myself, hopefully they add more than distract from the flow. In selecting each it was hard to balance the titillation factor (whilst not completely shying away from, or hypocritically claiming to ignore it, either) with the more documentary side of just celebrating that we were all out there having a good time.
-Peace
.
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