Student, atheist and blogger, Aliaa Magda Elmahdy, 20, posted naked pictures of herself on her blog to show her “screams against a society of violence, racism, sexism, sexual harassment and hypocrisy.” Free Thought Blogs
She bent down and tried to take a twenty between her teeth. He pulled it back just a little so that she stood there with her mouth open. Begging. Needing. Lusting for the small green bill that he gripped between his hairy knuckles. She crawled forward and put her knees at the end of the stage. She bent forward and grabbed the back of his chair. Her whole body was above. She moved her hips. Her breasts grazed his forehead.
She straightened at the waist. He put two twenties in the band of her thong and leaned forward over the stage. The girl stood up. She dug her heel into his shoulder and pushed him back into his chair.
The guys cheered. They put their arms around each other, hollered, and pulled more money out of their pockets.
The baby started crying. He slammed her body back against the wall. His hand was on her throat. He raised a finger but didn’t say anything. He bit his lip then raised his arm like he was going to hit her again.
She closed her eyes. He laughed.
“Shut that kid up.”
He let go of her throat and her body slid down the wall. She crawled over to where the playpen that sat in the middle of the dirty living room and picked up the little girl.
“Shhh shh. It’s ok. Mommy’s ok.”
The baby cried and she started walking in slow circles around the crib. The door slammed and the baby smiled.
When she opened her eyes she didn’t recognize the room. There was a poster of Tim Tebow on one wall and Jenna Jameson on the other. She rolled over and looked at the clock. It was 7:45. She should be able to leave unnoticed.
She sat up slowly and listened to the bed as it let out a weak creak. She closed her eyes and waited for a voice that she didn’t want to come. But the room was silent. The boy laying next to her was snoring. She bounced on the bed. He didn’t move.
She smiled and stood up and slowly located her clothes from the night before. Her bra was nowhere to be found.
In the hallway a boy in his boxers walked down the hallway. He smiled at her and laughed to himself as he walked into the bathroom.
She stood at the top of the stairs. She could hear noise on the bottom floor and she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. The chanting started before she hit the door.
“Walk of shame. Walk of shame. Walk of shame.”
She closed the door behind her and walked quickly away from the noise.
She stood alone in her bedroom facing a camera. The camera was hooked up to a monitor so she could see herself. She was dressed in blue. A long formless dress hung from the top of her head to below her ankles. The camera flashed. She removed the hood and let down her brown curly hair.
The camera flashed.
She untied the cloth that covered her smile and dropped it to the floor.
The camera flashed.
She kicked her sandals off and lifted her leg up onto the bed. She pulled down a long pair of stockings down and waited for the camera to flash. She lifted the blue gown up above her head. She turned her back to the camera.
The white light lit up the room and when she turned around she stared at her near naked body on the monitor. Her dark skin was smooth and young and beautiful.
She dropped a pair of black panties to the floor. She undid her bra.
The camera flashed. She was free.