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We will go farther. We preserve, taking up the standpoint of sociability, the practice of getting
There's no denying that for us a less distant, more close, more trusting comrade is the one who
reveals her or himself to us not only without intellectual or ethical ulterior motives, but also without
hiding their body.
The critics of nudism --- moralists or conservative hygienists of the State or Church --- suppose that
the sight of nudity, or the regular organization of nudists of both sexes, exalts erotic want. This is
not consistently true. However, contrary to most gymnist dissertations --- for which opportunism or anxiety of
persecution is the beginning of wisdom --- we don't deny it either. But we maintain that the erotic
exaltation engendered by nudist jobs is pure, natural, and instinctive.
the contrived excitement of the half-nude, the gallant in revealing clothes, and all the artifices of make-
up relied on in the dressed, half-dressed, or barely dressed milieu in which we currently manage.
I WAS BORN BARE,
your mom's snatch wearing a
tuxedo, you were born bare, also.
But they wrapped up our nude
infant bodies quite quick, and
Finally, they will probably bury us
As a child of around three or four, I Had
Occasionally do a little dance after becoming
I called my dance "The Naked Dance," and it consisted of a fundamental two step with my arms swinging
back and forth in front of my wee naked frame. Amused by my naked jig's gleeful innocence, my
teenaged brother even wrote a tune called "Do the Nude," whose lyrics consisted totally of the
mantra "Do the bare, and a-do the bare" repeated while I danced. Even my parents were amused
by my Bare Dancing, because I was obviously too young to realize folks should not be naked at all,
I grew up fascinated by cheesy naturist culture in the 1970s, dovetailing as it did with long-gone
As an adult, I Have been openly naked at an all-man health club in Stockholm (keep your wisecracks to yourself), a nude beach in Copenhagen,
When coworkers were not about, I Have even had occasion to trudge through
office nude as a porn peddlin' jaybird. Unless it's too cold, I sleep naked and spend much of the time in my flat without
one thread of bad fabrics to cover my pink skin. I often lift weights nude while looking at myself in the mirror. For blessed naked partners, I will
even sometimes perform my hilarious "organ dance," and a good time is had by all.
BUT IT's TOUGH BEING NUDE
Everyone who is "civilized," at least.
Clothes. Clothing change everything. Garments are so anthropologically important, it is silly. Clothing is a societal
dividing line nearly as all encompassing as sex. More societal value is granted clothes than just about any other material thing. So many
invisible walls fall to the ground along with one's clothes. We attach so much idiotic relevance to clothes to the point where we have convinced
ourselves that nudity, rather than clothing, is what's unnatural or deviant.
Nudity. So easy and yet so strong. The naked body, when shown, is both more and less
than what we had envisioned. So much hinges on its suppression. If the world were to suddenly turn
all-nude, devastating social meltdowns would result.
tial to our idea of being civilized. God may not have consistently told us that nudity is awful, but the King
does. He always does. He desires us to stop fuckin' around, get dressed, and start constructing the roads.
But mandatory social clothing has only been a really recent blip in human development. It's
existed for less than one percent of the whole timespan of the slapstick humor called Individuals on
Earth. It was not until the loom was invented in China about 6,000 years ago that clothes became
an option. Until then, the entire world was a nudist colony.
Almost all cultures of antiquity, and many world cultures now, practiced public nudism. Most
pagan societies integrated nudity into their rites. The early Egyptians walked around nude,
as did as the Greeks, especially inside their homoerotic-by-inference naked sport spectacles. The
The Roman public baths were all-nude, as
were many European public washrooms through the Middle Ages. European families often slept i