Among all the fine folks here, who is a dare devil? In the context of dresing in public, who will go out daily in their skirts, heels, and tights, and brightly manicured nails?
There are many who confine dressing to home, or perhaps a dark alley, in the middle of a moonless night. Many, but not all.
The dare devil does not care who sees, and wishes that more were watching.
Fear is not even in the dare devil's vocabulary, not by a long shot. The dare devil seeks observers, and welcomes their stares.
Who, then, will admit to being a dare devil? And how did you come to this?