No shame.
All sense of privacy will be eliminated at once. I stand naked, with my hands behind my back, my legs slightly open. My genitals are half opened. The thick, fleshy, completely shaved outer lips protrude like a vulgar reminder of my availability. One finger, then two are inserted in me, the nails lightly scratching the tender walls of my vagina. They come out then, the fingers all satisfied and wet. I am made to open my mouth, my tongue is pushed down with a small spoon, my throat is examined, an index finger, the same one that scratched my genitals, now palpates my gums and my teeth and ventures towards my epiglottis, making me gag. If I vomit, I will have to eat it. I hold it in.
No shame.
I bend forward and grab my ankles. I am ordered to spread my buttocks and hold them well apart. The same finger that explored the cavity of my mouth is now inserted in my anus. It probes and probes until the finger has done its job. It exits suddenly and I am left stretched open and quite sore. I feel I have to go to the bathroom. I am to remain bent forward, holding my buttocks well apart, providing full visual access to my anus. I stay there for a very long time.
No shame.
I am allowed to use the pot. I am even allowed to squat. A mirror is placed in front of me, so that all the previously private matters will be displayed in the open. I do what I have to and I look down at the floor but I am made to look up, into human eyes.
No shame.
There is no meaning to the fourth commandment. It is pure existence.
