I'm watching a movie starring the All-American Family. They visit a famous store that specializes in filling personal fantasies. Expensive, but the service is reputed to be, well, fantastic.

Mom and Dad and Princess are nervous--never been here before, don't know how to act, and faintly disapprove of the idea of one person serving another--it's un-American!

But then, that's the store's name: Un-American Fantasies.

The family's welcomed in the lobby by their guides--all naked, of course. Two women lead Dad away, peeling his clothes without much protest from him. They seem relaxed and natural.

But Mom's upset--though the naked men who bow to her are just as gorgeous, they're nervous and wooden-faced, each one carefully stepping behind other people or potted plants, hiding his penis from the camera. Reminds us it's a film! Scared about ratings, or couldn't they find men who look comfortable naked? This is America.

Mom's upset that her 12-year-old child's seeing all these naked men. Princess doesn't seem intimidated, though. She bounds over to the shower/locker nook and tears off her clothes, dampens a paper towel and pats her crotch with it, on camera. Mom's shocked says "Princess, stop that!"

Princess says "Mommm! I'm cooling off my red-hot pussy, steeeaming with luuuust!" Followed by half a dozen more porn clichés, cheerfully strung together in exactly the tone she'd use quoting the ads for a new videogame. Laughing at her parents' fears, she takes Un-American Fantasies in stride...

• Awkward nudity = yesterday my friend Dawn asked why I was so wary about dating anyone. I confessed I'd been battered by my last girlfriend. So hard to bare my secrets...
• The 12-year-old = a side of me who recurs in dreams. She's evolved a lot--she started out as a six-year-old Cambodian refugee forced into prostitution, and terrified she'd be killed if she even asked questions. Not any more! She's come a long way, from fearful paralysis to confident humor. My inner mom still has problems with sex, but not this side of me.
• The men fear the camera or film code, not nudity per se = I'll open up and bare myself freely in private--I'm way less shy now with friends (and lovers?) But I'm still unsure what's acceptable in public, so I'm cautious about flirting.

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