Guest Post #2 by Kurt of Other People Exist

I want to apologize to regular readers of this blog who were looking forward to an interesting post about the artistic process from Perpetual Chocoholic. It's just me again, and I understand how frustrating and annoying that can be. I can't paint caterpillars, and I haven't seen a guy nude in weeks, unless you count me. I see me nude a lot, usually while applying deodorant or just flexing in front of the mirror.

I flex in front of the mirror to track my muscle development, of which there has been none. My observations indicate that my muscles have been in stasis since I was fourteen, but one should still check now and then, or in my case every day. This would be a good spot for a photo of me flexing my muscles but, unfortunately, I cannot flex and take pictures at the same time. Yet. Perhaps when my muscles develop further.

Would I pose nude for a drawing class? Absolutely. As a longtime visitor of nude hippie hot springs, I've put in thousands of hours of naked time. And as a longtime unemployed person, I could use the money. References available on request.