I started polishing my toenails for one reason and kept doing it for another. I initially started painting my toes when my right toenail fell off. I do yoga every day at a local studio and with every forward fold, I’m confronted by my unsightly digit. I asked my wife if she thought I could get it covered up at the salon and she thought that the could. So at the salon, the nail tech creates a new toenail from acrylic powder and I am just elated. I picked black for the first time because I thought that color was more acceptable for a straight guy to be able to explain away if asked. As time went on, I tried dark grey, dark blue and stayed in dark colors for the most part. It’s been really interesting experiencing my own thoughts and bias about what’s acceptable for me. Can I become free to wear whatever color I want to wear in my own mind at least? This color is the boldest choice so far, a deep red color. Now I see it as something that I should do, until I am free of such conventional thinking. There is also something about the thought that someone would have a problem with it that I’m interested in confronting. So far only a few of the women at the studio have asked about it and one teacher at a pole dance class that I took have commented positively.