Naked Karaoke?

Naked karaoke? Yes, it’s a thing!

But I’m not telling you when or where, because I don’t want you to see me singing in my birthday suit! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Really? Nope. Never for me, and this is not me sitting in judgment, at all. Look, I celebrate anyone who sings karaoke in the nude, or anyone who sings karaoke at all.

But for me?

Public speaking in front of tens or hundreds of people? That’s old hat. Want me to show up at open mic night at the coffee shop, and read some of my wacky fiction from here, or from my other sites? No problem. Want me to dust off some of my old standup comedy jokes… and do three minutes? Let’s go.

But to sing on stage for three minutes? No %$$#& way.

But it does raise one question in my mind. Let’s separate the two things, just for fun.

Given a choice… would I rather come on stage naked, or sing a song fully clothed?

Strip me bare. That’s how much I will never sing on stage, even within the merriment of fun, giggly, have-fun-out-with-your-friends karaoke.

#SorryNotSorry!

PS- Just someone please bring me a robe or a towel once I’m done posing naked up there, okay?