Johnny Naked is...

a reaction to an existence that is so far unfulfilling and disappointingly devoid of grandeur.

an artist, an actor, a filmmaker.

an attention whore. Put him in your art, your play, your movie. Make him "filmmake" for you. He will do anything... maybe.

a really poor web designer. (Just thought I should mention this now in case you were living under the illusion that this could only get better.)

wondering why you're reading this?

innocently confused as to why no one else on this planet sees him as the universal sex symbol that in his mind he so rightfully deserves to be.

terminally shy, incessantly needy, and a hopeless misanthrope.

lost in anomie...on the good days.

terribly afraid of dying, but even more afraid of living forever.

an eternal optimist.

incredulous as to why all of you are living in his dream and not paying any attention to him. Really. It's rude.

not sure what he thinks he's doing with this creation of himself.

firm in his belief that all art is just some form of masturbation...even the good art. It's just really good masturbation, and who doesn't appreciate that? And -- given the chance -- you will watch...and watch...and watch...

intent on actually incorporating real masturbation in his own art whenever possible... just to reinforce his belief.

aware that his art is not now, nor probably will ever be "really good masturbation." But he's also aware that even bad masturbation is better than no masturbation... and so he continues.

an art movement of one.

honestly not as full of himself as this all makes him sound to be... well, at least that's what HE thinks.

wondering if he could ever really look someone in the eye and without blinking say the words,

"Hi! I'm Johnny Naked."