Yes, and so true!

In a world where women wear pants it's great to see a....nevermind.

Hence, my job is a privilege.

That's lovely. I think it's harder for people to drop their walls and remove the mask as it invites the possibility of being hurt. When you befriend someone and have that comfort level making it possible, it's such a marvelous feeling though, of letting them see who are you and having the privilege returned.

I wonder who the author was speaking of, was there one person who let him (or her) see who they truly are. I never liked playing games and never felt as some do 'if you get to close to someone they can fuck you over'. Just enjoy being who you are.

Being a nudist has no masks. Just acceptance of all

Yes, this!!

fuck yes that sums most humans up in there little bubble

Gibran : The Madman.

HOW I BECAME A MADMAN
You ask me how I became a madman. It happened thus:
One day, long before many gods were born, I woke from a deep sleep and found all my masks were stolen
the seven masks I have fashioned and worn in seven lives
I ran maskless through the crowded streets shouting, "Thieves, thieves, the cursed thieves."
Men and women laughed at me and some ran to their houses in fear of me.
And when I reached the market place, a youth standing on a house-top cried,
"He is a madman." I looked up to behold him; the sun kissed my own naked face for the first time.
For the first time the sun kissed my own naked face and my soul was inflamed with love for the sun,
and I wanted my masks no more.
And as if in a trance I cried, "Blessed, blessed are the thieves who stole my masks."
Thus I became a madman.
And I have found both freedom and safety in my madness;
the freedom of loneliness and the safety from being understood,
for those who understand us enslave something in us.
But let me not be too proud of my safety. Even a Thief in a jail is safe from another thief.