I’m sitting here thinking about a recent experience wearing a suit…
I recently went to a funeral so I had to wear a suit. I actually like wearing a suit, getting dressed up, going out. I wore a suit daily for years and am very comfortable on one.
It was a little different this time. Even though I was completely clothed I felt naked. Being completely clothed ironically is the reason why. So many of the symbols of my identity were covered up, effectively missing.
I am far from covered but I have a few tattoos. A couple of them, even though small, are almost always visible. The long sleeve shirt covered them completely. I could feel that they were missing.
I wear a permanent titanium cuff on my wrist along with another symbol of my commitment to Michele. The cuffs of the shirt covered the cuffs that are really important to me.
And most significantly I wear a titanium collar that is never removed. The shirt collar and necktie completely covered that.
Having these important parts of my life covered made me feel naked. I was missing something. While the primary significance of these items is a personal connection between me and Michele they are also an important way that I express that connection to the world.
That was gone and I felt a little emptiness. Of course I still had all these on along with my steelheart locked on my cock (always) and a big plug in my ass so there was never any question of who I belong to. And that was comforting.
John
