In this adult blog, it is my hope that you find things that make you think, give you opportunity to voice your opinion, and allow us to be a community of people who care - even if from afar - for eachother. Be welcome and let your heart be heard.
Sunday, August 8, 2010
Beneath the Red Tape...
Thursday, August 5, 2010
Why are nudism sites being nuked?
What spirit is so empty and blind, that it cannot recognize the fact that the foot is more noble than the shoe, and skin more beautiful than the garment with which it is clothed? Michelangelo.
People think God is against the very body He created….. Scottie.
There is some sort of sickness in America. It goes deeper than the current day, deeper than the era. Somehow, we in America have come to find the human body offensive. Now, make no mistake, I do not look good naked. I’m well out of shape for my close-up on PlayGirl. I’ve enjoyed far too many Doritos and pizza, beer….dang, now I’m hungry. However, taking a body more in line with God’s vision than with Ben & Jerry’s, there are still people out there who find the human body offensive.
Taking on the simple right to be sky-clad are this “class” of folks intent on being the moral authority above and beyond even God. Looking back to Genesis, we find our innocence lost and God asking Adam ‘who told you that you were naked’. Perhaps, more directly He was asking ‘who told you naked was bad?’. And yet, thumped into our heads for millenia that God created Man (inclusive term) in His image (and naked), and it was good, these folks still find the whole concept offensive. How absurd.
Obscenity laws and complaints fall under the general heading of what is considered offensive to the community. Isn’t it interesting that what one community finds offensive, another would not. But that doesn’t matter, it is the ‘right’ of the offended to look but not see, to live in bliss but not think, to demand their justice and eat their offal with a smile. Most of the rest of the community shrug, not understanding the drama portrayed until, one day, damn if it ain’t a law now.
A very good friend told me about being in Germany and seeing people at the beach nude and right next to them were folks clothed. Families, couples, whatever…it’s just skin. He said the running joke was that you could tell the Americans at such a beach by the way they stared about in wide-eyed wonder, lust, ???, while being sure to lay on their stomach. Surely they have seen skin before?
In this fine little America we find ourselves so separated from the concept of seeing another’s “privates” that when the time comes for kids to change their clothes in the locker-rooms they are terrified. “Someone will see my peepee”. And? Why should this be a problem? Why in the world should kids grow up thinking that they have hidden the most embarrassing, different, shocking or unusual piece of equipment that will surely provoke laughter, outrage, scandal, or riot? And why in the hell has the mere showing of that little nub of skin become so outlandish and offensive to the common mind?
Well, if you can’t tell, I’m pissed. I’m pissed because now I’ve come to middle age and I’m bound by these stupid moral codes that have been so implanted into my brain. I want to be free, and I want to see people who are free, and yet I acknowledge that I am a coward and scream from behind these bars. Hell, I’m half afraid of walking about my own house naked for fear someone will look into the window and be offended. What silliness is that?
Well, I am no expert on the subject. I’d hoped to draw an expert’s insight, but ??? Please give your comments to this post.
The laugh of the moment; I am so concerned right now that something will be considered offensive by these moral grandstanders that I googled "legal nudist image". This is one such that was given. So, you little dark-room snickering simps, got a problem with this pic? see google.
It seemed like a good idea at the time...


Wednesday, August 4, 2010
Thank you, all....
Saturday, July 31, 2010
What is love; part 2.
Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. - 1 Corinthians 13:5-7
Have you ever had one of those friends whith whom you felt so comfortable you trusted with just about any confidence? You didn't feel like your 'dirty laundry' would soon be put out for all the world, but would be cherished as a part of you entrusted into the care of someone special. This person gloried in your successes, loved you through your failures, encouraged you to strive for more and greater things in your life, and endured through your temper tantrums and other emotional disasters. This friend who would stand by you and weather any storm, holding you by the shoulder, the hand, or even the head. And, when the storm is over, when the tears take a time out, when you can finally catch your breath and look out into the world again to see the birds sing, watch the sun rise and allow a bit of light into that darkness, you turn to your friend and thank him - only to be told "bah! You'd do the same for me."
Here comes the million dollar question: Could you be such a friend?
Here's a better question: Wouldn't it be great to try?
A reader recently told me that he didn't like my previous post because he was alone and didn't have anyone to hold, to love, to experience all those life affirming quotes - and it made him sad to realize all that he was missing. I told that person that he was only missing things he chose to miss - due to fear. That, in fact, I was like him and felt very alone at times, very withdrawn, very concerned that life was speeding by like cars on the highway and I was too afraid to put my thumb out. Maybe show a bit of ankle - whatever is needed, eh? Maybe, in the best of time, in the best of circumstances and with all due effort, some of us are destined to live life alone. That makes us bachelor's, not hermits living in exile. We have neighbors, at whatever point of miles that definition requires......and in the age of email and blogging (smile) distance is no object. I have a friend in Germany, and I live here in the U.S. - is he my neighbor?
Well, I have a lot going on today. Ironic as it may be, I need to mow my neighbor's lawn.....she lost her husband some time ago to a sudden flu developed pneumonia. Her son lives and works a long way from here, so I am her "adopted son". She's a sweet lady and worth every moment.
I find that I have a few bad habits that I need to purge, a few - ha! Yeah, a few. They are habits that helped me deal with my world and my view of myself in the world. They are comfortable, like an old pair of stinky shoes - and just like the shoes, need to be thrown out. But, all of you who have had such a pair of shoes know, easier said than done. My hope, my real hope, is that I will some day have the courage to be the friend I know I should be. Maybe when that day comes I will no longer be alone.....or better yet, maybe it won't matter if I am because I will no longer be lonely.