Sunday, September 18, 2005
About Nude, Not Naked
~ Oscar Wilde Some things I should write about before proceeding with my stories: “Nude, Not Naked” is meant for a discerning audience. I respect the many values found in the world, be it religious or cultural. I try my best to avoid offending anyone. If I have offended you in a way or another, let me first apologize for it is not my intention. In return, I appreciate some respect and I hope it is not too much to ask. Everyone has a story to tell and this is mine. ”Nude, Not Naked” is my first attempt at writing. In this respect, I am vain. I have an innate need to immortalise my words in a book. However as you, my readers know, this is my first, so I am sure to make mistakes along the way. Bear with me as I learn the art of story telling. The phrase “Nude, Not Naked” and the contents on this site will eventually be turned into a book. Feel free to read, quote etc from this site. Just bear in mind that this is my property and I don’t want legal complications when it is published. ”Nude, Not Naked” is meant for readers above the legal age in their respective countries. The one thing that I learnt from the Swedes is sex (the human form, nude or naked, human sexual nature etc) is natural and is part and parcel of being a human. In my personal life, I endeavour to tell the truth regarding sex and to offer honest answers to anyone seeking to know about sex. Children learn best imitating from their environment. I believe it is the duty of a parent to guide his/her child in sexual and relationship matters. As “Nude, Not Naked” deals a lot with relationships (to be exact, a post mortem of my relationships with the many men who shaped my life), it contains ideas that a parent might not approve of due to religious or cultural beliefs. In the event that this happens, I suggest that you, as a parent, use the stories from “Nude, Not Naked” as a springboard to discuss what you deem is right and wrong; and share your personal values with your child. In my humble opinion, it is far better that a child learns about sex from his/her parents than through teenage experiments or worst, through hogwash teenage (or pre-teens) banter. Or any sites such as mine. And finally - ”Nude, Not Naked” refers to the state where a lot of these stories are derived. It is an objective observation of love, life, relationships and sex. The stories are not always perfect or happy, as you will soon discover. What I can promise is that it is raw and honest. ”Nude, Not Naked” does not publish any nude or naked photographs of the human form. *** As my good friend, Hot said a long time ago: “Enjoy the ride”. Return to Nude, Not Naked. Labels: Writing |
Thursday, September 15, 2005
Your Dream Woman
Merry, merry king of the bush is he. Laugh, Kookaburra Laugh, Kookaburra, gay your life must be..." My mobile died on me. After resuscitating it a few times in the last few months, it finally died. Or rather, I FINALLY gave up on it. Every phone call is cut short approximately 1 minute into the conversation. The display says, “INSERT SIM CARD”. Then there is the keypad issue – my fingernails are dug deep into the keypad after months of keypad sensitivity. So last night, I finally gave up. It’s time to purchase a new mobile, although I much preferred to spend my whatever little savings on Levi’s super low slim cut. Damn mobile! I got the MAN to accompany me. My father, that is. He is 62 years this year and my closest companion. I mind very much what my mother tells me but I would not mind it if it came from my father’s lips. I guess Freud was right when he said as children all of us vie for the attention of the parent of the opposite sex. My father was the one who told me about the birds and the bees. His voice rings in my head, reminding me to be cautious with men. I think God gave us, girls, fathers to be the one source of truth (the truth about men) and protection from men with ill intentions. My father bought a mobile a few months ago while I was in London. So it was only natural to ask him to accompany me for my new purchase. I’ve never noticed how important Mandarin is until very recently. Spending so many years in a totally English environment (family spoke English as first language, friends all converse in English) I am suddenly immersed in heck-a-lot of Mandarin. Dear readers: I officially gave up trying to pick Mandarin as a language on the day a friend told me that I sounded as if I was cussing because the intonation was bad. Using the word “bad” to describe my intonation is a compliment. Trust me. But back to my experience purchasing this new mobile last evening. My lips were zipped tight since the conversation between my father and the salesperson was pleasant. I did not want to spoil it by unintentionally cussing. Until… Father: You remember me? I came the other day to purchase a mobile from you. Salesperson: I think I do. What did you purchase? Father: I got that (pointing to a sample in the glass case). My two sons bought their mobiles from you too, a few months ago. Remember? Salesperson: Yeah… I remember now. Your sons… they were boys, weren’t they? Otto: They are sons, of course they are boys. Can sons be girls? Salesperson gave a smile. My father laughed. I got a small discount for being a Mandarin cussing smart aleck, rewarded for attempting Mandarin again. I must say that this salesperson should receive an award for being a courteous and smart salesperson. He managed to tempt me into parting with an extra RM80.00 for a better (meaning more expensive) Nokia model. *** I have a good relationship with my father. I remember spending many evenings with him as an only child. My parents are now retired teachers but in the retro years father taught in the morning session and mother, in the afternoon. Consequently my father cared for me in the afternoons while my mother was at work. My father gave me a cassette tape a few years ago. I listened to it and found the most amazing conversation. Man: Come on… let’s sing “Mary Had a Little Lamb”. Child: Don’t want! Man: Come on, sweetheart. Mary… had… a little lamb, little lamb, little lamb. The man proceeded to sing the popular nursery song and clapped his hands to the tempo. He was gently encouraging the young child to sing-along. Child: Nooooooooooo… Man: Come on, baby. You sing into the cassette, ok? With daddy? Child: I don’t like the sooooooong… (whiny little brat). Man: Alright we’ll sing “Kookaburra sits in the old gum tree”, your favourite, Otto. Shall we? Child: Kookaburra sits in the old gum tree … My childhood is one filled with memories of a dashing and smiling young man – my father and the many nursery songs he sung to me. *** Dear male readers: Some say, ”Take a good look at your girlfriend’s mother and you can see how your girlfriend will be in 10 to 20 years time.” I say it is utter rubbish! Take a look at your girlfriend’s father. If your girlfriend had a positive experience with her father in her childhood years, you will have heck-a-lot to measure up. Your girlfriend is the product of her father’s grooming. I strongly believe that a man creates his dream woman in the form of his daughter(s). All his criterions for a good, attractive woman are subconsciously passed onto his daughter(s) through his nurturing. How you walk, how you talk, what you wear, how much is too much, what makes a man good etc: everything passed on from father to daughter. |
Saturday, September 10, 2005
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Monday, September 05, 2005
Help The Nude Today!
This blog was birthed in September 2005 as a writing practice. I had taken a writing course in the UK over summer and was exploring the possibility of writing professionally. This blog has given me a rare opportunity to express myself and present my ideas articulately. Since then I spent hours writing most of the things you read here. A kind stranger offered me a golden opportunity in February 2006 and I started to write freelance for a car magazine with a circulation of 53,000. He has since become a friend and is now known in this blog as the Good Editor. I thrive on a challenging environment, in my private life as well as my professional. Now I wish to write more frequently, with the aim of securing a column in a magazine or newspaper in near future. Thus far I freelance for a car magazine and have references to show my writing credentials. I am comfortable writing about fashion, women issues, children literacy as much as writing about cars, sex and boy gadget product reviews. If you would peruse through this blog, you will notice that my writing style has flourished in recent months. I hope to further develop my skills and as such, I would much appreciate if you would pass my name and contact to your friends. If I have done a great job entertaining you, please sell The Nude and this blog to those who are working in publishing houses or are magazine/newspaper editors. (This is not a moment to be shy anymore, Otto.) Oh what the hell, you can just unshamelessly sell me to your friends! You can contact me by email and we will see where it will take us. Thank you in advance. Love, Otto, The Nude Labels: Writing |
Sunday, September 04, 2005
Nude, Not Naked - the book project
 Everything found on nude-not-naked.blogspot.com and about-nude-not-naked.blogspot.com are the private properties of Otto. The work will soon be converted into a book, which I hope rivals "Beijng Doll" and "Shanghai Baby".For further information, please leave a comment. Thank you. Return to Nude, Not Naked. Labels: Writing |
Saturday, September 03, 2005
Otto's MiniBoyFriends
I am sure that you will come across these men as you read About Nude Not Naked blog entries. With so many men and so little time, I have taken the liberty to list them bit by bit. Hopefully as I compile this section, you will find reading my stories easier. Father
Alex
AB
BGF (Best Guy Friend)
R
D
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Friday, September 02, 2005
All About The Girls
Girlfriends are God's gift to us. They are there to laugh with us and sometimes wickedly at us. Girlfriends make stupid fat jokes when you ask, "Am I fat?" and make great coffee buddies. E
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Nikki
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Her name might not be hers in real life but her stories are. The author hopes that you will know a little about her life as she spins her tales for you. So she will not write anything under this link but rather you read of her life, her triumphs and sadness through her stories. And perhaps after you read her life, you will find a space in your heart to love her for being human. *** Related Links
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