Why I don’t let him see me naked

I don’t let him see me naked. Not casually. Not in passing. Not as background.

Because sight is a signal. And I don’t waste signal.

I don’t walk through the house unclothed. I don’t undress in front of him unless it’s part of the ritual. Because when he sees me - truly sees me - I want it to land.

It’s not about modesty. It’s about calibration.

I use voice. I use scent. I use instruction. I use sound. Each is a layer. Each is a path.

But sight—sight is the final layer. The deepest path. The most primal.

So I reserve it. I protect it. I deploy it with precision.