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Funny story how I ended up as July in the Naked for a Cause 2010 charity calendar. I know you've heard me yap about it before, but here's a recap anyway: its purpose is to monetarily benefit a few very worthwhile local organization and features twelve months of some of my favorite tech-heads in Portland. Plus me. I'm in it, too.
Some would (and have) argued that technically I am wearing something: a half-apron (handmade by me and super cute) with a teeny white laptop, held in front of me. Be that as it may, I assure you I am plenty naked. Believe me, you don't know naked until at the exact moment it's time to take off your clothes so Aaron Hockley can take a bajillion photos of your bare-ass-ness, your dear (since high school for frick's sake) girlfriend blasts cheesey stripper music.
Now that's naked, my friends. Naked, and so very alone.
But if you're not convinced I'm naked enough, you should go buy a calendar and see for yourself. Better yet, you should buy one this Sunday at the Get Naked for a Cause Champagne Autograph party! (It's at the Muddy Waters Coffeehouse on SE Belmont, and runs 6-8pm.)
Even at the risk of brain damage from Sharpie fumes, I've been practicing both my In Real Life name and Twitter handle all week. Trying to find that balance between flourish and class isn't easy, you know.
Go RSVP now on upcoming.org.
But back to the funny story of how I ended up as July. About a year before I was persuaded by calendar proprietresses and fellow raven-haired lasses @colemangirl and @wonderwendy77 to pose, I was in a major emotional funk. (I didn't exactly make it easy on them, either.) As I lay on my cool leather couch, second-guessing every single decision I've made in my life, I happened to catch Calendar Girls on television. I clearly remember thinking to myself, "$&^# me! Now there's something I'd never do. Psshaw!"It's funny, because in the last year my perception of who I am and what I am capable of has actually changed me into the kind of person who'd would do that. That's freaking hilarious to me, this beautiful simplicity in the enrichment of point of view you gain as a result of embracing life and moving forward, of believing and following your bliss.
It might as well be The Secret to Life: Nothing's impossible.
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But will you wear your calendar ensemble to the signing?? Hmmm??? Rarr!
Well there's an image stuck in my head for the weekend! No, that's not a complaint. XOXO - C
Brain damage from Sharpie fumes? Rut roh.
...and speaking as the naughty girlfriend who blasted cheesy stripper music ("You Can Leave Your Hat On" a la Full Monty) while you were nude in my kitchen I can say from this once-in-a-lifetime experience that it's true! NOTHING is impossible!!
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