The subject line caught my attention... Brought to mind a particular session in one of my "life drawing" classes (drawing from the nude model) back when I was a student...
Drawing class was like a box of chocolates, you never knew who you were going to get as a model. Could be Fat George, who'd been modelling for at least 30 years and struck
his poses with a devilish grin and considerable panache that held for the longest of poses. Could be the young woman whom I simply could not look at properly for many humming minutes
because she was so astonishingly, breathtakingly beautiful that I could hardly bear to look at her, let alone draw her -- and then, when I could, my attempts, representing her appearance and presence so utterly inadequately, peasant scrawls in the radiance of a Queen, had I kept plodding along, would surely have made me burst into tears, so I fled the studio and sheltered in the mens' to collect myself...
It was an entirely mature and adult environment, I must stress that. Could be the tall, skinny fellow with the long, stringy black hair and piercings, could have been that class when he disrobed, struck a warm-up pose, and we drawing students found ourselves contemplating his posterior decorated forthrightly by a proverbial skidmark, an elegant swatch of shit. He had miswiped. Or perhaps he had calculated it on purpose, he could have been of that kind. So I found myself wondering whether, in the interest of accuracy and realism, I should draw the skidmark in or leave it out so as to avoid comments later... "That's quite a birthmark he has there!" "Funny you should say that, it's not actually a birthmark..." And then we students were on our coffee break, sitting quietly and sipping, when someone brought it up: "Um, er, I suppose you've noticed the, er..." "Yes, yes of course." "Do you think someone should bring it to his attention? I mean, I'd prefer it if..." "Yes, yes, without a doubt, someone should." "Who?" "Er, well, ..." Someone did.