It’s funny, isn’t it? Funny that we can promote the right to be naked, to enjoy our body, to feel freedom, all from the comfort of our own home. And we can pretend to disregard the idea of shame, all the while we tuck ourselves away into the remotest corners, into the forest, into the desert, in our own home, where nobody will find us. We haven’t fought for our rights, we have simply found places where they aren’t challenged. We haven’t proven that we feel no shame, in fact we have proven the exact opposite, that we don’t have the courage to be outspoken, that we are complacent living secretly amongst everyone else: we have proven that there is shame where there should be none. People fear what they do not know, and we have almost deliberately denied them the understanding of nudity that we have always known.
It’s definitely something to think about. How do we resolve this? I don’t know. There don’t seem to be any easy answers. Perhaps we can start by being as open and transparent as is practical. Not all of us can do this to the same degree and it can be a “damned if you do, damned if you don’t” situation.
That we practice our lifestyle in remote secluded areas or hide it may not necessarily be because of shame, but for more rational, more practical reasons. We also have to be realistic about the society we live in and the laws governing it. Challenge may not always be in our best interest.
I don’t have the answers. I’m just offering it up as something to think about. All I can do is what I can, with what I have, where I am. I’m not ashamed but I do try to be practical and pick my battles.