The Naked Encounter

Some questions can only be answered by living them.
I have reached a moment in my life where curiosity has become stronger than certainty.
Not curiosity about the world.
Curiosity about what a naked encounter awakens in me.
How does it feel when a blind man discovers my body with his hands?
What happens when an artist no longer sees me as a woman, but as shape, light and form?
How does the skin of an older man feel against mine?
What awakens in me when a younger man desires me?
What changes when another woman's naked body touches my own for the very first time?
I do not know.
That is the only reason to begin.
I know that the answers I find today may change as I change.
I want to keep asking these questions, and living their answers,
for the rest of my life.
Every encounter is unique.
Not because the people are extraordinary.
But because every naked encounter awakens a different experience within me.
Sometimes nothing happens.
Sometimes something changes forever.
I never want to decide beforehand what an encounter should become.
Nor do I want to decide in advance which questions may or may not be explored.
If, during an encounter, a new question arises, then that question deserves the same freedom as the encounter itself.
I no longer want fear, habit, expectation or self-imposed limits to decide what I am allowed to experience.
I want to give myself complete freedom to follow my curiosity, wherever it may lead, and to discover, honestly and without judgment, what each encounter awakens in my body, my heart and my mind.
The photographs and films preserve what happened.
The words preserve what remained.
Everything else continues to live within me.