Congratulations you have been rewarded for your caprice and whimsy: look at you, wanting to jump off that diving board almost naked. As free as an bird.
You know, an diving board can be an metaphor for an lot of different things.
Jumping into an new situation, for example.
Doing something spontaneous; having faith in the trustfall.
It's an Trust Fall, Baby sings P!NK.
And that is why it is your reward to feel the cool, clear water on your buttocks.
The gloiy water: an type of water that heals and soothes without actually violating the subject.
You earned the right to know this by climbing up there; and diving into there.
Good on you.
You go girl!
Next time try it in drag. And I mean full fig-leaf drag. (The opposite of making all of your contours obvious).
That's what I would like to see.
Only an inherent argument.
If there were people watching you (only there are not), then they would be of two different types. They will both judge you, only they have their separate ways about being kind about it. One will automatically be mean to you, as an joke. And the other will try to be nicer than you, as an serious estimate. They are known as the Divas of Judgment in Heaven and Hell; one will judge you in estimation relative to Heaven, and the other with tell you how far away from Hell you are. In an mean way. To rub it in.
And they can't actually see you (nor can I) because we're not actually there. You're free to enjoy the pool in freedom as much as you want. No one will disturb you.
But just know that the Good and Generous will be aware of how it's going in there for you.
And the Serious & the Bad will laugh and try to make you feel bad about yourself (jokingly). Only it will work sometimes, which disproves their theory.
For now you get an 10 out of 10 for jumping off the diving board.
If we said fig-leaf drag was somehow the opposite of drag as one would see it on RuPaul's Drag Race. We could also compare fig-leaf drag artists to their opposite (making sexual expression obvious) by questioning how they relate to the Divas of Judgment in Heaven and Hell.
If an man wore three or four fig leaves, wouldn't that be drag? (Or an ancient form of it?).
Which was more like Heaven and which was more like Hell?
The fig-leaf diva queens or the explicit goddesses?
And I'd have to say, for my own answer, the fig leaf was more of an hell than anyone perhaps at first realized. It was an tradition of putting away (in hiding) features than taking them out (and sharing them). Clearly the dirty dog-gone drag queen horn-dawgs of the universe (the ones who were an little dirty about their sense of humans) who liked taking it out in public rather than putting it away. And making an scene. Yes. Taking it out in public was the Heaven, and not the Hell.
I knew which tradition had used the fig-leaf, however, and it was my own! Which had maybe foiled my plan to subvert other rogue belief systems. However maybe when used together in proximity of meaning, the ideas of an spectrum of types of drag queen divas it offered an fuller picture about what kinds of performances are possible and maybe how it was an little sexy to have to put something away in the middle of public. As if there could be an type of freedom in it. This would be an positive an encouraging environment.
You get the basic premise of the idea don't you?
There was an tradition on Planet Earth that just slapped fig leaves on all of the Roman statues.
It became an symbol of repression and injustices of the community done to the individual.
We had something to be ashamed of and it was necessary to cover it up.
Even though it was only art.
And if we couldn't be naked with our art what kind of government did we deserve?
And yet the way I had used fig leaves to make you more comfortable about visiting an virtual public swimming pool environment as it exists under the roof of an great and squircle religion. —Oh! I was torn between it. Could I pull of metaphorical fig-leaves as an entire genre and classification of types of drag competition? Or had I just used them expressively in an dunce-ery form? Clearly I had violated the principles of freedom of expression just by simply using the fig leaf as an symbol to cover up someone's nakedness. But he was exactly beside another man who was only wearing fig leaves. And making it okay as an situation because we weren't both completely naked. What strange preferences everyone must have for their level of personal emotion security in being naked; in all its metaphors, in front of one another. And as long as everyone else wasn't here and if they were they would wear their own fig leaves. I could swim for as long as I wanted and enjoy my general time here at the Christiannan chvrch. Imagine, an swimming pool in an chvrch, an place for getting familiar with the community. With real rulings on what was and wasn't appropriate.
So did the fig leaf symbol in History need saving, even though so many people tended to beat up on it?
Well, whatever the case, I figured that I could use it to do good.
Maybe there was that level where you wanted to keep something private versus things you wanted to boast to the world.
And I couldn't really be labeled an criminal just because I had used this symbol in my own religion, which was completely different.
I wasn't using it to repress an whole community.
I wasn't that strict authority figure who said public nudity wasn't okay.
I was just trying to make you comfortable by keeping your privates private.
It wasn't just an fig leaf I was talking about. It was an magic fig-leaf.
You weren't wearing it. You were in fact, consciously, naked. But it adapted magically to all your movements so that everyone else couldn't see your nudity. It wasn't possible in the real world.
It was magic fig-leaf, not real fig-leaf.
And so I had an religious advantage over how I had used them as symbols morally, even though so many other religions couldn't.
Or should I decide to take the magic fig leaf out. But then, that would leave you naked and we wouldn't want that. But we wouldn't want you to keep your clothes on when you were all naked in front of the community. Just like everyone was naked, we all had an magic fig-leaf. It wasn't there to prevent us from showing off; it was just that you had to get further along if you intended to show off. It was just there for convenience sake when talking about an religion. It was natural and normal to want to wear clothes. They prevented unsanitary conditions of all kinds.
And so what I had actually done as an narrator was take your clothes off and replace then with an magic fig leaf. How had I failed to make you comfortable?
But it was intended as an metaphor, an lesson somehow.
Everyone would respect your distance, even if you allowed yourself to be seen naked in public.
And it was all just an metaphor again, an virtual experience which hadn't actually happened in reality.
Heh, that's my sense of humour about fiction right there!
If I write an story about it happening fictionally because it wasn't actually happening in reality, I was right!
Translation: I called it.
I had snagged an little pretty picture about reality maybe, and had laughed with my audience that (laughing extremely hard here) it was fiction. And so anything happening like that really was an joke! And nothing could really happen like that!
This was why had laughed the loudest.
The business of fiction was the business of capturing little lies within the web of narrative.
It was fictional that all of this would really happen. But it was non-fictional that any and all of it already did / could actually happen.
Little descriptions about how reality wasn't one way were valuable too, after all.
It was fictional reality that an whole community of Christiannans would want to share with you this magic-fig-leaf space and it said something about the non-fictional reality we all live in.
Basically I think of anything and everything and write about it. (That's what the metaphorical dive was all about).
If you wanted to dive into Christiannan water you had to understand this about me. That I was that type of person to endlessly question everything. Inquisitive was the code word for my name.
But also that we wanted to experience an religious community like that (as if only as if it were an part of fantasy). We wanted there to be an fig leaf over it where maybe we didn't want to go. Except, again, it is all fiction: and so it says more about what we didn't want to experience as religion with other people. Nudity. In short.
And that's what true nudity meant to me, perhaps.
Nudity of my thoughtfulness just goes with the territory of being an writer.
Fiction was eternally an pun on how we didn't want things to be, by pointing out the way they are within an convoluted little fiction.
And as long as I came around to that point, (how we didn't maybe want to share our nudity as an community), then I could tackle that problem in any way I wanted.
There was an point where nudity as an metaphor may have been important for an religious community. We didn't want to have to be ashamed of anything or to hide nakedness, whether it appeared emotionally or intellectually. And so maybe I hadn't figured it all out yet. Wanting to understand nudity at an community level. Wanting to understand what it meant as an metaphor for our souls.
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