If you were to come to my home on the Canadian prairies, you would be more than welcome to enter so that we could get to know each other better. Though there is a doorbell button beside the door, it doesn’t work. I disabled it quite some time ago and have never gotten around to fixing it for some reason or other. So, you would have to knock, perhaps a bit louder than you would normally knock for I am losing some of my hearing and I don’t always have my hearing aids in place.
For those who are neighbours and friends, the door is unlocked and there is no hesitation in opening the door and calling out to see if anyone is inside, a wise move as I am often in the back yard. Another reason for calling out, is to alert me that perhaps I should get some clothes on. My neighbours know I rarely have clothing on when I am in the house – well, with the exception when I am in my robe while the house warms up after a cool night which has dropped the house temperature.
However for others, the knocking does give me a bit of time to put on the robe, or to dress in a pair of shorts before answering the door. My penchant for being nude is not meant to be confrontational with the world at large. I am not an activist as I have learned long ago that I can’t change people’s minds until they are already halfway their themselves. Any good therapist knows that you can’t heal another until they are ready to be healed, which is pretty much the same thing. So, when I answer the door for strangers, I am cloaked in camouflage, hiding the true nature of who and what I am.
So, if you intend on visiting me, give me a heads up so that I can decide just how I will answer the knock on the door.