But I'm finally at a point in my life where I am comfortable with who I am - I'm not the world's most confident person and I likely never will be. I don't wear skimpy clothing, my favourite outfit is a pair of slouchy jeans and a nice comfy sweater. Despite this, my sexual appetite is large, when I'm in the mood and with a trusted partner, the clothes come off faster than you can ask if I'm horny. I'm also, after years of battling my own subconscious, comfortable with my body. After all, it's my body, I'm not going to wake up one morning and have the figure of a supermodel. What I have suits me just fine!
There are various reasons to hide my face, I don't go out in public naked so there's little chance of being recognised by a few extreme close ups - I'll always be incognito here. Aloof. You might have walked past me yesterday, you'll never know. There's something a little sexy about that, something Red Shoe Diaries might have covered. But the biggest reason I have to stay invisible is my confidence.