I don’t think it’s inaccurate to say that airport security has become oddly erotic.
As I stood like a cholo (per the directions on the TSA Advanced Imaging Technology and the chorus of a Chicano rap hit), compromising my morals and sure that whatever was being enjoyed on the other end would end up on the Internet, I reflected on how unprepared I was to be seen in such a compromising position. I mean, if I had known I would be seen in such a state I might have done a few pushups before going through security.
To be fair, I cannot imagine getting mentally prepared for a work day full of viewing the, statistically speaking, undesirably nude masses of Americans going through security. I fear that the bad taste left in my mouth from a majority of the participants in what I’ll call the largest sex scandal deemed not only lawful but actually important would spoil whatever dimes might pass through the grayscale de-sexualizer/de-humanizer.
I also wonder how much the employee sitting behind that desk viewing those images is expected to enjoy his or her job…
While I didn’t mind standing with my elbows up and legs spread, aware that someone judged to be psychologically well enough to view those images was getting to know the crevices of my body, I could certainly understand how some people might feel uncomfortable.
Anyway, I went in and out with a smile.
I also made sure to wink at the camera during the experience—eye contact makes it more personal.
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