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 | | From: | Lynn Public | | Subject: | Nude in the Coffee House | | Date: | 22 Jan 2005 14:25:13 -0800 |
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 | Nude in the Coffee House
The best I can date this is between Halloween and Thanksgiving in 1994.
I remember talking about the police crack down of the Halloween parade
and it would have been too cold much later than Thanksgiving. If you
were to spend some time in the village, you will probably hear this
story. Here is how it really happened.
It began the night I first took all my clothes off at a coffee house /
bar on Thompson Street about two blocks below Washington Square Park.
There were fifty or sixty people there and most of them saw me do it.
New York City is nothing, if not cool and The Village has always prided
itself as being the coolest. Let me first explain how this came about
and then get on to the other part of the story.
I had worked here filling in at one time and knew all the regular
people. I am a singularly inept waitress and this is one of the few
places where I managed to quit before the axe fell. I was living with
Jake already and working evenings at that candle shop on MacDougal by
Minetta Lane. Jake would often walk over from the East Village so I
didn't have to make the long walk home alone. He would stop at the
Coffee House that in those days was called the Cockatoo or Red
Cockatoo. It was always referred too using words that are associated
with the male anatomy.
The first night I am talking about, Jake was waiting there. The rain
began to fall very hard just after I left the candle shop. I dashed
the half block north to West Third, down West Third and then south to
the Cock. I was completely soaked when I entered. My hair was
dripping, my sneakers were squishy and my white top was soaked and
almost transparent from the rain. My nipples were standing out
clearly, pink and erect. I attracted favorable attention from the bar
and the dozen or so guys that had been lusting after me for months.
I joined Jake who was wearing a great raincoat. It was like something
you would see in the movies with a broad canvas collar, belt and
epaulettes. Jake took it off and had me put it on. I was shivering
and the lined coat was warm. It is at this point that Jake instructed
me to take my clothes off. I stared but then undressed under the tent
of a coat. Sneakers and jeans were easy but the top eventually came
off too. A chorus of raucous comments and clapping accompanied my tent
act.
Our friend Ray turns out to be the villain of this piece. Jake, the
next evening is boasting of his accomplishment. He had fingered me
while we sat in the booth. Ray began needling him. After all, I am a
figure model and used to posing nude, if Jake had really had balls, he
would have had me undress without the coat. Ray was with a girl named
Terri and they kept at it.
Finally a wager of ten dollars was made. Being still in the gaga love
stage of our relationship, I am nodding and agreeing with the bet. Now
it is put-up or pay-up time. Just after nine on Friday night, I get
there and the place is crowded. Janet and Janice have come over and
the whole place knows of the bet. Now this little lamb enters and
looks to the love of her life, Jake to pull the rabbit out of his hat.
I expect it is a 'hindu', a bet that is invalid and Jake will
deliver the punch line and it will be over.
This Coffee House is L shaped with the back twice as wide as the front.
Jake and company are sitting at a table in the widest part. They are
hidden from the street and from most of the bar. Jake keeps acting
like we are going to do it and I am going along with the gag. When he
tells me to go into the ladies room and get undressed, I am dismayed.
Is he being a bastard and making me be the one to chicken out? I
hesitate. Jake takes out a placard that says 'ART CLASS, Please do
not disturb!' He props it up on a chair and then gets about a half
dozen people to take out sketching material and to form a circle.
Terri goes with me to the john to collect my clothes. I take them off
and I am trembling and frightened. Everything stops while I take a
last minute whiz, and build my courage on the throne. I am ready.
Deep breath. I go first. Out the door, down the little hall and over
to the 'class.' The bar goes wild, only about a quarter of the
people saw me walk across the room. The place is in bedlam and
everyone pushes to the back to watch.
Jake poses me in an easy pose. I am standing three-quarters front,
left foot turned with the heel touching my right foot at the instep.
My arms are flexed just a little with the hands slightly curled; my
head is looking over my right shoulder.
I am slender with small breasts, tiny waist and narrow hips. My skin
is very fair with just a splash of freckling in my chest and rear end.
At the time my hair was shorter about to my shoulder blades. This was
before I shaved so I had a sparse feathering of brown hair curling on
my . This pose is common in classical paintings and it sets off a
young girl nicely. It is an easy pose to hold.
They sketch for a half-hour. I go back to the john and get dressed and
return. Jake gets paid and gets tipsy on free beers. We get banned
once the owner hears of it. A week or so later, I hear a rumor that
the ban is lifted. The Cock is unusually crowed for weeks.
We never return, mostly because the people at the candle shop think I
need a career change. I am also a singularly inept candle seller it
seems. So Jake never has to pick me up there any more. When Jake
tells this story, he always says we are still banned.
Love,
Lynn
http://lynn.mylovething.com
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| | From: | Philip_the_Foole | | Subject: | Re: Nude in the Coffee House | | Date: | Sat, 22 Jan 2005 22:45:37 GMT |
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| Lynn Public wrote:
> Nude in the Coffee House
.... Jake takes out a placard that says 'ART CLASS, Please do
> not disturb!' He props it up on a chair and then gets about a half
> dozen people to take out sketching material and to form a circle.
What, no finger painting?
Your Humble Jester,
Philip the Foole
Nature I loved, and, next to Nature, Art.
I warmed both hands before the fire of Life.
It sinks, and I am ready to depart.
- Ancient Kung Foole Proverb by Walter Savage Landor
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| | From: | Brian | | Subject: | Re: Nude in the Coffee House | | Date: | Sun, 23 Jan 2005 12:28:25 GMT |
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| Sounds like the owner did not have a sense of humour, or maybe he was not on
the right side of the bet.
Fun story, though I'd imagine once the fear was over, giggling might have
been a danger.
Brian
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