Barely There? A Rare Photo of Me...Or, My Body Parts, At Least

Today, it seems, was the last day of summer for us Vancouverites. A Pineapple Express is forecasted to begin Thursday. (The dreaded "Pineapple Express" is any rain-bearing system that wanders up our way from the Hawaiian Islands. Usually packed with days and days of hard rains.)

Knowing it's the end of something good, I decided today was the ideal day to wear a short skirt on the scooter for the last time this year. There's something about careening at high speeds with warm fresh air breezing straight between your legs.

I waxed poetic about how lovely it would be on Twitter, and started getting peer pressure to post a photo or two.

I've never been the type to post photos of myself, mostly because of my stance on appearances being somewhat dubious in general, and also because I want to be read for my words, not because someone thinks it's cleavage-shot-day or whatever the fuck. Enough people are on that train, why should I jump on too?

But I suppose it's something of webevolution, you know? If one dug through archived pages of this blog, they could probably find a picture I posted a long, long time ago before I decided I wasn't going to go down that road.

Today, though, like I say. I felt like acquiescing to some peer pressure. I wouldn't start expecting this of me. It's just not my style. Everyone changes, though, so I'm not ruling it out, either.

I thought this was a better angle that it's turned out to be, but here's what you get -- me and my legs on me scoot before the last sunshiney warm day of summery bliss before the onslaught of a long, wet Vancouver winter.

Let's call it Half-Naked Tuesday, shall we?