Nekkid Truth

 

We all start out buck-nekkid. The first thing the big people do is to wrap our little greasy body in a blue or pink blanket, depending on our plumbing.

From there on we become slaves to the fashion industry. The churches preach against showing your body as a temptation to sin and there are laws prohibiting showing certain parts of you body.

I’ll not get into the morality of hiding your body or the naturalist view of freedom. In the winter we layer piles of clothing on to keep us warm and in the summer we strip down to the skimpiest outfits we can get away with.

 Hands, ears, knees, feet, noses, even tummies are acceptable to be seen so what is the hold up for going nekkid?

Breast! Particularly women’s breast! Keep those puppies covered up. Put them in a slingshot and squeeze them together.

There are calendars and magazines that would show a glimpse of mammalian protrusions in secret. Low cut dresses show as much cleavage as a respectable society could handle. Tight sweaters accentuated the size and shape of the breast and it was acceptable.

The problem wasn’t the sack that feeds the baby, but the nipple. Strippers could shake their ya-ya’s as long as they wear tassels to cover that pesky nipple.

Now the guys have nipples too (God’s little mistake) and no one seems to mind seeing their bare chest at the beach. The bikini flirts the law while showing the boob. Wet t-shirt contest, leaving very little to the imagination, are somehow legal because the thin cotton undergarment is considered a covering.

Beyond that inconsistency, the real problem is down there.

The genitals.

Mister penis and Miss vagina are the deep dark secret hidden away until the most private intimate moment to reveal the truth.

If you attend a movie or better yet, go to a museum where everything can be seen. Artistic rendering is not reality, but you get the idea.

My premise is we get over hiding our dirty little secrets. What we got is the same as our toes, ears and butt (as written about previously). Why wait for your honeymoon to be surprised or disappointed?

It has been a long time dating, but the quest is still the same. You check over the other person and imagine what is beneath the latest fashion. Double-check bending over, crossing legs and the sashay to the powder room.

Why not whip it out when you meet? This is what I got and this is what you got. No questions asked. Everything is up front. Cover them up and continue if you think it is worth it.

This still doesn’t guarantee what each can do together, but there is no question of the possibilities.  

Does it spoil the mystery?

Not saying expose your dingle dangle or pussy or hot rod or cunt (or whatever terminality you wish to name your wee-wee) walking down the street for you will be arrested. It will take hundred of years to get over our inherited modesty.