Male, 29. Sure, there are plenty of nude pictures of me floating around on the internet, some more tasteful and artsy than others. I didn’t slap my name on them or anything, but some of them are probably findable just with a bit of sleuthing. If I ever ran for president, they would definitely pop up. (Possibly because my campaign would leak them at my direction. “Don’t vote until you’ve seen the full platform.” )
It really doesn’t bother me. If a friend or acquaintance happened to find one and asked me about it, I’d just say “Yup, that’s me.” I see no reason to be embarrassed about my body.
Never taken a nude selfie, and when 4Chan hacks everyone else’s accounts, you’ll all be very happy that’s the case.
Edit: wait, I take it back. No nude selfie, but there was the time with the boyfriend when I was 20 or so. There were photos. AFAIK they’ve been destroyed. But if not, it’s been a long time and I’d be happy for the world to think I looked like that still.
No, but I am not a hot movie star with a sexy body. If I was, having some nudes of myself about might actually make me feel proud of myself, rather than disgusted.
No, but I am not a hot movie star with a sexy body. If I was, having some nudes of myself about might actually make me feel proud, and good about myself, rather than disgusted.
I have most of the selfies my partners sent me, and I know at least two have the ones they took of me. (And one recently let me know she used one of the pics as a reference for a painting she was doing.) And presumably in some homes in the area are some locally produced art photography books, featuring a naked me when I was young and svelte, with my face obscured by a television.
Only ones I don’t have are the ones taken with the ex-wife, predating the smartphone era. I gave her back the Polaroids and arty portfolio shots of her, she gave me back those of me. And since I was in no particular need of seeing pics of me, those were shredded shortly thereafter. I thought I had none of the most recent ex-fiancee until I happened across them in my iTunes photo gallery. Apparently they had been archived when we shared accounts and she synced her phone on my computer. I’ll admit I was pleasantly surprised by that discovery.
I was switching cell phones and I went to eject my mini-SD card from my old phone. It ejected…and boy did it eject. It flew out and landed on the floor at work. Somewhere in my workplace is a mini-SD card with pics of me and my then BF. Not good.
I’ve been nude in public, so there might be a picture of me somewhere out there. But it has never occured to me that someone might actually WANT a picture of me nude, so I’ve never taken or sent any. It seems more likely that I might be arrested for such a pic.
In the 80s, when lived in TX, a friend cheated on his wife and they got divorced. His now ex hit me up for some action. I was semi involved with someone, plus it seemed weird to rumble with a friend’s ex, so I backed away.
She moves to CA…
Some time later, a large envelope comes from her to my mailbox. It was a porn mag with the centerfold spread being my bud’s ex. She was quite … bendy.
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