āIāve been a massage therapist for many years, now. I know what people look like. People have been undressing for me for a long time. I know what you look like: a glance at you, and I can picture pretty well what youād look like on my table. Letās start here with what nobody looks like: nobody looks like the people in magazines or movies. Not even models. Nobody. Lean people have a kind of rawboned, unfinished look about them that is very appealing. But they donāt have plump round breasts and plump round asses. You have plump round breasts and a plump round ass, you have a plump round belly and plump round thighs as well. Thatās how it works. And thatās very appealing too. Woman have cellulite. All of them. Itās dimply and cute. Itās not a defect. Itās not a health problem. Itās the natural consequence of not consisting of photoshopped pixels, and not having emerged from an airbrush. Men have silly buttocks. Well, if most of your clients are women, anyway. You come to male buttocks and you say ā what, this is it? Theyāre kind of scrawny and the tissue is jumpy because itās unpadded; you have to dial back the pressure, or theyāll yelp. Adults sag. It doesnāt matter how fit they are. Every decade, an adult sags a little more. All of the tissue hangs a little looser. They wrinkle, too. I donāt know who put about the rumor that just old people wrinkle. You start wrinkling when you start sagging, as soon as youāre all grown up, and the process goes its merry way as long as you live. Which is hopefully a long, long time, right? Everybody on a massage table is beautiful. There are really no exceptions to this rule. At that first long sigh, at that first thought that āI can stop hanging on now, Iām safeā ā a luminosity, a glow, begins. Within a few minutes the whole body is radiant with it. It suffuses the room: it suffuses the massage therapist too. People talk about massage therapists being caretakers, and I suppose we are: we like to look after people, and weāre easily moved to tenderness. But to let you in on a secret: Iām in it for the glow. Iāll tell you what people look like, really: they look like flames. Or like the stars, on a clear night in the wilderness.ā
ā What People Really Look Like
I love this man so much. In his about me, he writes: āI know most of the constellations visible in the Northern Hemisphere, but not all of them. I stopped because I thought it was a bad idea to have a name for everything in the sky.ā
