I've always been comfortable in my skin, quite literally. Reclaiming my body, my space, my everything, as a South African non-binary nude art model was like exhaling a breath I didn't realize I'd been holding for the past thirty years. Stripping down в“ physically, emotionally, spiritually в“ makes me feel alive. It empowers me to push boundaries, to question societal norms and invoke a heady mix of staring and silence from the artists who seek to immortalize me in their canvas. But todayв well, today was entirely different.
I arrived at the loft with the wide windows and warm wooden floorboards where I was to be the subject of a new, experimental piece. The artist was a woman who had studied Tantra for years. Her name was Inge, and she exuded a concealed passion the way one talks about a favourite, yet unexpectedly р overflowing with secrets. She guided me to undress and position myself on the plush floor cushion. It was designed to accentuate the human figure, emphasize the sensuality, and celebrate every curve or wrinkle.
But this wasnвt just about posing; it was about energy and connection. We began to explore Tantra. My eyes clung hesitantly to Inge's as we breathed in sync with each other. My pulse fumbled for steadiness beneath the gazes of both Ingeвs eyes and her charcoal-dusted fingers. Then, with a slow deliberation that sent shivers of anticipation down my spine, she began to capture me - raw and unfiltered. She began sketching, her eyes dancing between my form and the canvas, her fingers stroking and sketching in charcoal and chalk that mirrored the rhythm of our shared breath. Each line, each smudge felt like a charged caress, a testament to the silent intimacy developing between us.
There was no standard protocol todayв”no demarcated boundaries. My nudity was more than just skin and bone on display; it was a conduit for transmitting an intoxicating blend of strength, vulnerability, and audacious defiance. Inge captured this sentiment perfectly, her lips twitching upwards to reveal a smile that was both appreciative and knowing. вThis oneвs viral,в she mused, laughing lightly and squeezing my hand. Her touch was warm, grounding, a gentle reminder that I was seen and respected in this shared space of creation and intimacy.
As our session closed, I slowly re-clothed myself, feeling the soft caress of my favourite р‘— silk dress against my art-kissed skin. I was glowing, humming with the energy of the day. I felt seen, recognised in my entirety, and it was addictively exhilarating. I caught Ingeвs gaze in the mirror, silently thanking her for the unusual, yet comforting experience. She winked at me, her own reflections of the day sparkling in her eyes. It was clear our connection touched her as much as it affected me.
This day was a journeyв”one filled with emotional twists and turns, teetering on the edge of the conventional, and dipping its toes into the vast ocean of primal instincts and raw connection. It taught me how to push past my comfort zone, to embrace vulnerability, and see the beauty in human connection in all its splendid, messy glory. A small part of that dayв”of Inge and myselfв”now lives forever in that art piece, a bold testament to the power and allure of Tantra. And I canвt wait to see where my next artist strokes take me.  |
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