By Samara Steele
Amy doesn't tend to wear clothes. When I first moved into Bird House, a co-op on the Berkeley-Oakland border, I was a bit startled whenever I encountered Amy's curvy, bare, tattooed body passing me in the hall, washing dishes, sitting down for dinner--completely exposed, no shame, not a quiver of fear.
It took me a few weeks to get used to my new housemate, and to realize that, for Amy, being naked isn't about sex or being sexualized. She simply isn't ashamed of her body so she doesn't hide it.
So, a few weeks ago, Amy was volunteering at the Occupy San Francisco kitchen, ladling baked beans onto the plates of hungry occup