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Alone at last

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For the first time ever -- I have been living by myself for months in a row. Benefits have included: extra free time, leaving dishes in the sink, and keeping the bathroom door open while pooping (more air flow = less stinky). But the most prominent part of being alone is the nakedness.

New Naked Activities to date:
- chopping veggies
- washing dishes
- writing job applications
- sweeping
- this blog entry

Sweeping has been the most interesting of the activities, since the motion of my arms causes my boobs to bounce around. I assume they were doing this when I swept with my clothes on too, but I didn't know about it, so I was interested to watch them while swishing the broom about.

Anyway, another great benefit of living by oneself is the farting. Free, unashamed, loud, stinky farting! You know what I mean. Farting without having to say "I need a glass of water" just so you can relieve yourself in the kitchen where no one will know. No need to separate the butt cheeks to prevent that distinctively farty sound. And no need to indiscreetly wave objects around in the Just-Farted Zone to dissipate the smell.

Absolute freedom!

The downside is that I am psychologically unable to fart while naked. Like, I'll be sitting on the couch telling some company how I'm such a "motivated self starter," and I'll want some gaseous relief. This usually results in holding the fart in for a while, but when this gets too difficult, putting clothes on. Which interrupts my naked couch activity, and also terminates my nakedness freedom. I guess you can only have so much freedom at once.

Ultimate farting challenge:
What do you do when you're getting it on with a total hottie, and you have to fart?
(This one is tricky - and I haven't discovered any successful tactics yet.)  ¶ 12:43 PM