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I don't quite understand why or how exactly it came to be that being naked in a locker room is acceptable. I mean, everywhere else you go in public, you wear clothes; go into a locker room and all that goes out the window and for some strange reason changing out in the open is the norm. I just don't really get it.
After pool time at the YMCA I always change in a toilet stall. I mean, they're called ''private parts'' for a reason and I'm not comfortable putting them on display. To me that's something you do around people you're comfortable with, not whoever's in the locker room.
I'm not comfortable with the idea that someone I don't know could get aroused from seeing my private parts, as in my personal moral code that is a privilege that is shared only with a special person.
I remember a time when I was about six years old, my dad had just bought me a Rugrats Movie sweatshirt. We went to my grandmother and uncle's house afterwards where my dad helped me change into it in front of my uncle. For some reason, this moment has stuck in my mind with a vague sense of discomfort, even though of course I was just a little kid with no breast development. Then of course there was the time I was eight at Lake Erie and my mom had me change into my bathing suit on the beach; we were farther down from the other people because we had a dog with us, but I'm sure I was still pretty visible...
After pool time at the YMCA I always change in a toilet stall. I mean, they're called ''private parts'' for a reason and I'm not comfortable putting them on display. To me that's something you do around people you're comfortable with, not whoever's in the locker room.
I'm not comfortable with the idea that someone I don't know could get aroused from seeing my private parts, as in my personal moral code that is a privilege that is shared only with a special person.
I remember a time when I was about six years old, my dad had just bought me a Rugrats Movie sweatshirt. We went to my grandmother and uncle's house afterwards where my dad helped me change into it in front of my uncle. For some reason, this moment has stuck in my mind with a vague sense of discomfort, even though of course I was just a little kid with no breast development. Then of course there was the time I was eight at Lake Erie and my mom had me change into my bathing suit on the beach; we were farther down from the other people because we had a dog with us, but I'm sure I was still pretty visible...