At 51, Chelsea becomes the naked photos she wishes to see in the world.
As it turns out, it doesn’t feel as weird to flash your sphincter to a relative stranger as you might imagine. I wanted naked pictures of myself taken by someone other than me on an apparatus other than an iPhone, and this desire meant I had to make friends with showing my rectum to someone who was neither my doctor nor my lover. And thus photographer Symon Chow came to my apartment; he saw my asshole as he and I talked, his camera clicking syncopated punctuation to our conversation. Two months later, a sweet folder of naked pictures arrived in my dropbox.