I love the idea of this project, because I’m a real big fan of naked bodies. Unfortunately, I’m not a big fan of exposing my body, not any part of it, unless it’s for the sake of immersing it in sunshine and water. But I guess that’s revealing and exposing myself to admit that, so hopefully this qualifies. As much as I prefer to not have my body scrutinized, I sure do enjoy objectifying others, particularly willing men. So color me hypocrite. Hopefully it’s a color I wear well, but if not, hey, at least I’m wearing something, and that makes me happy.
I was lucky enough to be an art student in school, and that afforded me the opportunity to be expected to gaze at and interpret the human form. What always struck me were the details. I’m a sucker for a man’s hands and forearms above most other things. I have a fascination with watching tendons shift and fluctuate as veins pop and then recede. There’s just something both sensual and sexy about that to me, and I guess that quirk/kink exposes itself in my writing often enough.
Excerpt from 24/7:
I noticed before that he’s always in some kind of motion, I imagine taming him is like pinning down mercury.
We both take long slugs off our drinks. I light up a smoke and he does the same. I wish I could tell what he’s thinking as he sits there smoking. I wish I knew, because I’m not even thinking, I’m just absorbing. I’m taking sidelong glances at him and trying to note, log and detail every nuance of him.
He’s wearing all black; black shoes, black pants, black T-shirt. It fits his coloring well. There’s a tiny flash of gold around the back of his neck, but it’s not a thick chain, and he keeps the front tucked under his shirt, so it’s not really ghetto. He’s not as animated as when he sat down; either the Cuervo took the edge off, or he’s getting more comfortable with me. But he’s still in constant, fluid motion. His forearm is sinewy, every tendon moves as he flicks his ashes from his cigarette. His shirt hugs him a little tight in the sleeves, not in an exaggerated International Male kind of way, but I can see that vein, that one glorious vein that travels up the front of his biceps, protruding. Oh Madone.
Susan DiPlacido is the author of five novels and one collection of short stories: 24/7, Trattoria, Mutual Holdings, House Money (forthcoming), Lady Luck (forthcoming),and American Cool. Trattoria was nominated for the Romantic Times Reviewers’ Choice Award for Best Small Press Romance 2005, and her short story, “I, Candy,” won the Spirit Award at the 2005 Moondance International Film Festival. American Cool won the bronze medal in the 2008 IPPY awards and was a finalist in the 2008 Indie Book Awards. Her fiction has appeared in Susie Bright’s Best American Erotica 2007, Maxim Jakubowski’s Mammoth Book of Best New Erotica vol. 6 and 7, Zane’s Caramel Flava, and Rebellion: New Voices of Fiction.