I am an early morning riser (in more ways than one, pun intended). I have been all my life. This being Election Day, I put on one of my favorite nudecentric T-shirts, donned a pair of sweatpants and sweatshirt, shoes, socks and a fleece hoodie and walked the three blocks to my voting precinct in Arlington, Virginia. I cast my ballot. I am proud to say that I have never, ever, in my entire life voted for a Republican nor an independent.
When I vote, I intentionally don't wear boxers. I like the feeling of my cock and balls bouncing between my legs as I walk to the school where I vote. I always wear a shirt with a nudecentric message because I am, after all, a proud nudist (even though it is November and it's concealed under a sweatshirt). I try to exercise my right to vote as close to being nude as legally possible. Underneath my clothes, I am, after all, naked; just like everyone else waiting to vote.
Next, there is the issue of voting while Deaf. Believe me, it's probably easier for me to gain access to the Oval Office than to cast my ballot as a Deaf citizen. When I approach the sign-in table, I know that I need to produce three credentials: my voter registration card, my photo ID (VA drivers license) and my medical certification of Deafness. I also point to my ear and shake my head in the negative to visually indicate my differing ability. I then fingerspell my name.
The sign-in person then looks at me, totally confused, and inevitably turns to the person beside them as they both turn to look me over. Next, one of them summons the election official to the table. They show this person my credentials and, once again, I repeat the procedure of visually reminding this person that I'm Deaf. It never fails. The election official then looks at me and starts talking to me. At this point, I always begin to gesture that I don't hear and that they need to write down what they need to know. Reluctantly, after several times of gesturing this, they finally do so. It is at this point that they inform me that I am required to state my name, orally. Never mind that I've produced a state-issued drivers license that indicates that I am Deaf and medical documentation to support this fact.
At this point, the precinct captain then writes that they need to contact the voter registrar for Arlington County before they can permit me to vote. Now, I bought my condo in September, 1995, and have lived here since then. I have voted at Abingdon Elementary school in every election and each time I go to vote, I have to wait for that phone conversation to take place. By this time, I can physically sense the frustration and resentment of those waiting in line behind me. Not to mention that all these impatient people are now privy to my business. I am a Deaf man trying to vote.
Usually, this is where the problem ends. The voter registrar confirms my right to vote without having to state my name. Only two times in my lifetime (thus far) have I had to produce my American passport to support my citizenship status.
Despite all the challenges and obstacles, I'm still bouncing and happy to vote my cause. I'm always excited as I approach the voting terminal and registering my decision. I continue to try to make it as naked an experience as allowed by law. I don't permit the Deaf issues to deter my enthusiasm. No one has the right to discourage my participation in the election process. I spent too much time and energy in justifying and proving that privilege.
Peace! Get naked. Enjoy!