one of the anti-march demonstraters at the destiny do yesterday, had her top off, and a political message written on her body.
not that many years ago she’d have been arrested for indecent behaviour or offensive behaviour; but the cops yesterday couldn’t care less. (aarrgghh, i’ve just found out she was arrested; what a crock!)
(and as far as rarking up the destys was concerned; it worked a treat; parents had to cover childrens eyes to shield them from the sights and special effects of untrammelled breasts)
so, here’s a piece on the growing militancy of the nudist movement.
swinging body bits, near you soon.
mmmm, do they have to?
the sight of most human forms, warts and bits and all, is usually enough to induce in me an almost overwhelming urge to tell them to stop being silly; and that they should just go and put some clothes on. That, all in all, they are just being an embarrassment for all concerned. (participants and spectators).
but there you go. (we all have our prude gene)
it’s a bit like my attitude towards smokers and the smoking of cigarettes actually.
“i don’t mind/care what you’re doing, just don’t force me to be an unwilling participant.” (as in compelling me to tolerate you and your swinging bits in my immediate environment; and having to breathe second hand smoke, and having my city streets looking like a bloody half full ashtray).