When it comes to nakedness, as opposed to nudity, the British painter Lucien Freud is hard to beat. His naked bodies - male and female - have nothing of the erotic about them, and often display their genitalia in ways that almost make you wish they wouldn't. Well, of course, it's Freud who's doing the displaying.... But his pictures show you a kind of humanity that can be almost overwhelming. I'd offer a link, but I'm so technologically unsavvy, I'd only screw it up.

This thread may well be out of date by now, but I just want to say that the words "Hey, it's me.." brought a manly tear to my eye. I'm so glad everything's looking good, and I wish you and Karl (Jimmy Stewart's voice for me, please Karl) strength and courage for the journey to recovery

Then I'd get Peter Sledmere to recite the whole of 2 Out of Three Ain't Bad, and then the choir comes in with Libera Me from Faure's Requiem. Go from the ridiculous to the sublime, I say

Sorry, I forgot to put the quote inthe last post. Might make sense now.

I'm up for it. If I don't die first, of course. Maybe i could record it for you. Or maybe it's another Peter Sledmere....