Part of the many resolutions for 2012 was to do something crazy every month. For the month of June I went streaking.

So one night I got the crazy idea to get the mail au naturale. [shakes head] I was so scared that somebody in the neighborhood would come out of their home and call the police. “Naked male running through block 3700.” Oy. Luckily, our mailbox is directly by the front door. But it was still exhilirating! It was also weird to feel the warm Texas air — uh, everywhere. Toasty and uh, drafty.

I made sure to turn off the porch light and the lights inside the house before dropping trou. I opened the door, fumbled with the mailbox, got the mail, and darted back inside the house with wide eyes and heavy breathing. Ha!

On my Chicken List are a lot of naked to-dos. The reason for that is I’ve grown up with a low view of my body. Only recently did I realize that we’re all beautiful no matter how fat, skinny, tall, short, round, or square. Being nude, I feel, is freedom from being insecure and comfortable with one’s self.

But streaking to the mailbox was incredibly silly and a little fun but don’t expect me to go streaking any time in the future! I’m hanging up my… uh, birthday suit? You know what I mean.