Ever given any thought, I mean REAL thought to the pictures you post here, or the ones you attach to letters you send?
Photos are visual representations of our physical self, are they not? I think we agree on this obvious understanding of our physical realm. Cool so far. Now, let's veer off the beaten path...

We all enjoy movies. We have our favorite actor or actress, agree? While our choices of film or tv program vary widely, sometimes you notice that your favorite actor or actress (which for brevity, I will forward refer to just as ACTOR), PLAYS A VARIETY OF DIFFERENT CHARACTERS. Do you like all the characters? Maybe. Maybe NOT. Within the film, you determine the protagonist, the antagonist, and the degree to which you relate to either. Follow so far? You like this actor, but didn't like them in this film. Why? Was it the film? Was it poorly written? Or was it that the personality being portrayed went against your mores, or standards by which you judge others? We agreed we like this actor. Did they have a bad day at filming, or were they IN FACT, good actors accurately portraying or symbolizing something we found not aligned with what we choose as acceptable? Stay with me- I AM going somewhere with this extended metaphor.
So, to digress a moment: why do you like this actor? His/her prowess of "becoming" the character? Maybe. And maybe to a degree, you find them physically attractive, in some way shape or form. Here's where it coalesces:

Most, in not ALL, the women here are models, to some degree. You go on photo shoots, often to exotic locations. You have been to locales others can only DREAM of, and you take it a simple regularity. Maybe the photographer tells you to "LOOK sensual".
Guessing here: "Look like you are thirsting." Or, "you are on an island with your true love, with no one around", (some fluff of similar inferred nature).
Congratulations. If successful, you are an actor of the still. A portrayal of some idea, want or desire not tethered to reality.

I take a selfie. On my phone. No special lighting. No umbrella filters. No five thousand dollar camera. No photographer that once snapped Cindy Crawford.
I take a selfie. At home. Maybe in my Mom's back yard, or at a relatives house. On occassion, someone takes one of me on their phone and I ask them to share it with me because I liked it. (They never snapped Cindy Crawford).

Here is where I am going with this line of reasoning. When I see pics here, I always hope to get a glance of YOU. Not the you in front of the sail in Dubai. Not the you on a yacht in the Med. Those I see as actors, in a role. They mean nothing in the grand scheme, other than to demonstrate your physical beauty as a human. I wish to see you with no makeup, having just brushed your teeth so your lips don't stick to them when snapping the pic. You, hot and sweaty, just coming off of your jog because you love to stay fit. No gowns. No slinky form fitting one off from a designer you met at the gala. Probably in shorts and a tank top, because you are going to the beach to catch a tan, or just in sweats cause you feel like shit from last night's partying with girlfriends. The REAL you. A glimpse into your life as a normal human. I don't take shots of myself in my work attire, because I trust you know what a technician who works on telephone poles in your neighborhood looks like getting out of their truck. That is not me. It's my job. I don't want to see your job. Show me home on your couch. Show me you screwing up making brownies cause you thought it said a cup of oil, not HALF cup. RAW. Unposed. A moment frozen in time from your daily life.
We are trying our best to connect over the web. I fear that our fear of letting our guard down and exposing ourselves as real and vulnerable souls will inhibit us from truly reaching anything close to our goal of knowing each other.

postscript: pic of concert night for my oldest daughter and me