An acquaintance I once knew asked a friend of theirs to wear red stiletto nails and wrap her arms around their torso from behind for a photo session. A Valentine's photo shoot sparked by feeling bitter and a bit unwanted. I watched the nicely-nailed hands slide awkwardly around the acquaintance's middle in an attempt at a stylized "desired embrace" while a camera they had set up balanced just out of reach. Nothing about it seemed real or comfortable.
Seeing the result of the shoot I felt my face heat with embarrassment for them, though I'm not sure why. Art is art, and what business was it of mine, anyway?
It made me wonder what message they were trying to convey, and to whom. It also made me think of my friend M. who is unable to watch television shows in which the characters do too many things that make her cringe.
be well; be loved,
k.
[image: from nailsmaster1919 blogspot]
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