Then I turned five, could be trusted not to drown myself accidentally, and learned to awkward myself my own baths. And it never crossed my mind that I should seek out this missing information. Why should I know what my mother looks like naked? Nonetheless, my mom is still my awkward partner for new naked potentially uncomfortable experiences.
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She emigrated from China when she was in her twenties, and she quickly learned that the best way to deliberately lose yourself in translation is to laugh a lot, at yourself, at your English, and at the situations Americans no longer find strange. But soon she became the only person I could think to go with.
Who else naked take the utilitarian Korean spa experience in stride? Without hesitation, my mom agreed, and I made an appointment the same day.
There would surely be private rooms, she told me. I shrugged, knowing the truth. The layout is narrow but deep, and resembles a sprawling hallway. When we entered for our mom, no one was at the front. A Korean drama was playing on a small TV. Loose shoes were scattered in the foyer.
A minute later, a petite, sinewy Korean woman, old enough to be my grandmother, appeared in black lingerie. She gave us cotton robes and led us into the changing area. Given the acoustics of the spa, she no doubt heard the next five minutes of giggling, shushing, and strident exhortations to avert eyes as we shed our clothes and put on our robes.
We showered in the same room as the naked stranger, whose body was being simultaneously oiled and pummeled by the Korean lady from before.
In the sri lankan tribe girl, my eyes never left the tile. That the ground would crack open and swallow me hole? That I might see an extra nipple, and thereby inherit the family curse, sprouting a third nipple mom then and there?
The stakes felt extremely high, and naked, we moved to the sauna—where it was so hot mom, given the choice to use our extra towel to shield our modest crotches or to facilitate breathing, my mom and I chose to cover our mouths, not our bodies. We sat there for 15 minutes, waiting for our skin to soften its grip on our flesh. All the while, hot drops of condensation fell from the ceiling, burning our shoulders.
The stasis felt anti-climactic, still charged. Giggling fits started mom no reason and lasted for too long.
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Life was strange and marvelous, punishing and therapeutic. And I was maybe getting high off the medicinal herbs steaming within the statue. Then we were released back into the main spa room, led over to the massage tables the mystery naked woman was gone. A second Korean lady joined us. Together, the two of them woman-handled us in the best way while gossiping in Korean.
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The muscles in their awkward stood out like tree roots. At one point, my lady threw both my arms over my head and yanked me up the table, my oily body frictionless against the vinyl. I felt like a piece of meat, a prime slab of Kobe beef. The sensation was almost painful, like a slow rug burn. Every twenty minutes, they filled up a bucket and washed off our bodies and our tables.
Curious all of a sudden, I opened my eyes and saw that I was surrounded by awkward looked like lumps of wet clay. I squeezed one piece between my fingers, and my dead skin rolled around like wet, gritty spaghetti. Her skin had the milky-pink sheen of a young, clean pig. She looked, on her back, like the mirror image of me.