We wear clothes not because we are ashamed of our bodies, but rather because we believe we are unable to live up to our full potential as humans.
I could handle all of them individually, explain to them that I'm fine and used to the "cold" (the ground was actually much warmer than my shoes) and that this all feels really great and not at all uncomfortable. But when there's a crowd of people, I don't want to lecture them, they're harder to dismiss, there'll be multiple objections to everything I say or do and I can't answer them all and I can't ignore them all.
I don’t know when I really started liking to wear clothes, but I remember that I was partly drawn to it by the sheer excitement of exploring the world without exposing my entire body to its elements. While that is part of the truth, the other side which dragged me back (and another reason I refused to turn... Continue Reading →
If I ever see someone using this silly thing I don't think I'll be able to stop laughing - first at the silly way this whole process looks, then at the sheer foolishness of the person using it.
[W]e consider ourselves a democratic and free society. However, as Stephen has noticed but cannot articulate why, this doesn't go very far. This high opinion of ourselves is baseless because some of us - our Human Rights Court judges (no less) included - are not ready to accept this in all possible instances of our exercise of that democracy and that freedom.
The most difficult step for some might be that first time of simply being naked for seemingly no reason. I can relate to the feeling of being watched, laughed at, sneered at, from every tiniest crack in the window blinds, through the keyhole of the locked door, from the closed closet - and if you're doing it in a pitch black room, lying on your bed (covered or not) naked, from the side, or under your bed, or looming above you a figure staring critically at the shape of your body beneath the sheets just waiting to get you should a patch of skin show; and even though it's completely dark you think that they can see you.
[A swimsuit] also caters to the whims and fears of those who feel insulted at the sight of a naked human. They choose to be insulted and demand to see shamed those who refuse to make that choice. The rights of these people who they demand shamed come second, in their view, to their demand that such people "decorate" their bodies with the rags they themselves proscribe as a cure for their own offense.
My first time at a nudist camp was, sadly, also my last. Back then, I was a single guy enjoying nudity at home, in my flat where I stayed during college years, or on occasional hikes in fairly secluded parts of the area where I lived.
I don't know when I really started liking to be naked, but I remember that I was partly drawn to it by the sheer excitement of exploring the world by exposing my entire body to its elements. While that is part of the truth, the other side which dragged me back (and another reason I refused to... Continue Reading →