I am trying to recall the name of that sculpture of Rodin’s of the old, ugly woman. Not that I’m calling you old or ugly; I’m just saying that artistic beauty is a different thing, ofttimes, than every day beauty.
I’d pose nude no problem for a drawing or painting. When I was in art school, we had people of many different ages and descriptions to draw. When you’re in the Art State of Mind, you forget about how odd or erotic it might be, and just draw.
(That reminds me. I need to go back to OCAD’s Drawing Nights. )
I’m slightly more hesitant about photography, though, for sokme reason. Possibly because it can be more precise in depicting me… I’m not against nudity, but I suspect there are some people who’d consider it Not Good if they found nude pics of me when evaluating me as a potential supplier. People are odd that way.
I’ve never done it, but I know that I would have done it, because I almost did do it once, when a college kid I knew tricked me into thinking he needed a nude model for his art class. No, he did not see me naked. But I was completely naked except for my bathrobe and completely intending to do it when he told me he was just fucking with me.
I think the human body is beautiful and love artistic depictions of nudity, so I was genuinely wanting to do it for art’s sake.
I would not do it now. Small wonder.
Wow. That’s really fucked up of him. What was the point of that–just an asshole on a power trip?
Why? Are you really tall? 
Couldn’t you just go to target and buy some sheets? A white sheet would prevent people from looking in and still let in some light.
I wouldn’t mind painting/drawing but photography only if they didn’t show my face. I wouldn’t want to show my face because even if the photographer promised to hide my identity, it would eventually end up on the internet and someone somewhere would recognize me and publish my name and … you know, now that I typed all that, meh, what do I care? I’d do it.
I did, throughout the time I was in college. It was pretty good, easy money. I don’t know that my name was ever associated with it as it was not usual to name the model. I did have an interesting conversation with my art history prof while standing in front of a huge painting of me clad only in kudzu vines, during which he glanced up and said, “Oh, that’s you , isn’t it?” or something similar. For adult figure drawing (which was an evening class for hobbyists mostly) they wanted me to wear a bathing suit which I thought was odd.
The good photographers had detailed releases; the one who did not have same I did not pose for. This was in the grand old days of film of course, so the releases had many specific clauses involving the negatives.
But mostly, well, let’s just say there isn’t much blackmail material floating around. My observation was that sculptors make the best line drawings.
This is what I think happened. I think he asked me as a pervy joke, but was absolutely shocked when I took him seriously and said I would do it. I am an astonishingly gullible person and some people find the lengths of my gullibility absolutely fascinating. I am also not the kind of person who you’d think would pose nude for a painting. I am usually very self-conscious–but you know, it’s ART, and in this case art trumped self-consciousness for me. Then he pushed it to see how far it would go out of pure curiosity. Like he kept upping the ante thinking I would eventually back down, but I never backed down. And when he told his guy friends they egged him on. That, compounded with the fact that he was a total perv, just resulted in this spectacle of weirdness. And I say ‘‘spectacle’’ because he told the whole hall about it.
I’m not denying he was an asshole (he was an asshole for more reasons than this), but he was living in a culture of other assholes (I really knew a LOT of asshole men in college, all of whom found this story hysterical.) This story was just one prank in a litany of thousands that happened in that hall. I don’t think a spirit of cruelty entered into it. A spirit of boredom with dorm life is more like it.
I did not find this event traumatizing, though I was disappointed/hurt enough to have a good cry. It certainly eliminated my desire to pose nude for art.
I don’t mind celebrating the fact that he flunked out. 
A lot of guys in college are assholes. We were young, and stupid, and usually fueled by beer. In retrospect, I was often (unintentionally) an asshole.
Please forgive us.
He could have been a bigger asshole - telling you after you posed. At least he backed down at the last minute.
Sure, but nobody’s asked in a long time…
We’re going to need a cite for this.
I definitely would; this is something I’d like to do some day. And if it were possible, I’d like to get a print or copy of the work in question.
I have posed nude for photographs. I’ve posted links to them before. A friend in another city wanted to see me naked. I wanted photographs that , while hopefully erotic, would also have artistic merit. I asked an ex-girlfriend, an illustrator, to take the photos.
She said that she wanted me to pose for drawings or paintings as well. I said I’d be happy to, after I got back in shape. She said that my out of shape body was much more artistically interesting.
Yes, I have. For two semesters in college, I earned book and art supply money by posing nude in a couple of figure drawing classes. It paid better than fast food, and I didn’t have to wear one of those awful uniforms.
It did get cold.
I’m fuckin’ hot and everyone should get to appreciate me.
No?
Okay, I’m just comfortable with my body.
Would you be interested in this bridge I’m selling? I’ll need you to pose nude on it first. Strictly in the interest of the arts of course. 
Posed for commercial and sorta artistic nude photos back in the '70s (Ladies’ Home Companion address book and appointment book), so I would not have minded posing for drawings or paintings.
My body is unusual enough I bet a lot of artists would love to get their brushes/cameras on me. As long as my name, address, phone and email weren’t posted just underneath the picture in an exhibition, I’d do it. I’d be a nervous wreck, though, at first.
Sure, why not? I’m not quite the whippet-thin athlete (ish) I was when I was younger, but if somebody wants to paint me with the disturbing beginnings of a seemingly immoveable beer belly then go for it. I’m not shy.
How’s this, if you don’t mind a complete stranger asking?