I’d tell them it’s because I wanted to post it online. I’d tell them it was fun and rewarding and that you meet the most wonderful people in the strangest ways. I’d tell them I learned a lot from it; some bad, but mostly good. And I’d tell them there’s nothing wrong with nakedness and sexual expression and sex and all that messy stuff; your body is yours to decide what to do with, though I hope they’d be safe.
Who cares? And where would it stop? If you’re the child of a porn star, does it have to be traumatising to stumble across old nudes? If you’re the child of a pop star, what happens when you see your mother sexualizing a performance? What will Tom Daley’s kids say to his calendars and spreads? Is it the nudity? Is it the sexualization? Does it matter if it’s either or both or neither? If it’s just the evidence of parents having a love life?
There is nothing wrong with what I do, though what I specifically do is a bit unique. Our generation – our time period – has turned the internet and candid images into a natural extension of flirting and foreplay and sex. Should anyone be ashamed of being a normal person with normal desires? Should I tell my kids they shouldn’t be that way?
But I’d hope my kids would already know that, and if they found my pictures, they’d give the requisite ‘eww DAD’ and laugh and move on with their lives.