The exhibitionist pudoroso
That's what I've discovered I'm a showboat modesty. I do not care to show my shame (or my honor) to perfect strangers, I would be indifferent appear live and fucking live on television in Tanzania, but it would be virtually impossible to participate (do not say and be the hero, only to participate) in a TUNIK show in Spain, the show represents something more than go naked.
A picture that is not you expected?
And yet, I can be naked on stage (one day posting the story right here), provided that those attending the show have come to like me, to see an erotic show, but instead I am unable to dance something not a slow dance on a track. Well, and also a forró, which is a sensual Brazilian dance that makes the lambada look like a sardana. But this is also another story.
And the shame (of body, soul) is a strange thing, it is much easier to lose to strangers.
It makes sense that one can explain things to her neighbor seat on the plane so it can not reasonably explain to your partner, with whom he shares his life? They felt these passionate love for the Internet, people who are on the other side of the screen, and you do not know?
It makes sense to write this blog?
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