That's not a hat or a halo or whatever you think it is behind my head. It's this thing my uncle got in Egypt. Wooooooo.

For $1,000,000 donated to the charity of my choice, would I walk four blocks naked?

Noooo. For the longest time when I was younger I told myself I wasn't going to have sex, regardless of whether I was ready or not or if I was in love -- there were (are) so many things I wanted to change about my body that I had planned to hide it. Not out of respect for my body, but for embarassment.

Perhaps I should weigh my insecurity against a charitable one million dollars. Am so insecure that I cannot, in a way, donate my body for such a largely inconceivable amount of money?

I do think at times I have the personality of a person who would like to walk around naked.