Some items from the archives:
Come, fellow aesthetes. Let us visit the Vienna International Dance Festival.
You’ll Notice They All Wear Shoes.
Militant nudists wave things. Or, “Mommy, what’s a cock ring?”
For many, if not most, of the activists, this isn’t even about an enjoyment of being naked per se. It’s about confronting other people with unsolicited nakedness. That’s the enjoyment – it’s a juvenile kink. Being nude in private or among consenting nudists in dedicated bars, clubs, spas, on nature trails, at specialist beaches, etc. – of which San Francisco has plenty – doesn’t give the activists enough of a thrill. Because the people there are willing… Hence the demand to display their genitals in front of random passers-by, including children. An audience is required in order to feel transgressive and it’s pretty obvious that’s what matters. They want to be naked near you.
Flatter, Mythologize, Rinse, Repeat.
Because, admit it, you miss Laurie Penny.
A song is pondered.
The two of them then agree, in unison and in harmony, that the weather outside really is terrible.
Just Surrender To The Will Of Clever People.
Attention, parents. Reading to your children causes “unfair disadvantage.”
Our betters sail north at taxpayer expense. Gas is released courageously.
This feat was “REALLY exciting,” we learn, as it “explored movement, time, place and permanence.” The radical innovation also freed the artist to leave the dangling pen and do something more interesting. According to her two brief blog entries, the sum total of her commentary, Ms Rowledge spent much of this liberated time struggling with Greenlandic place names and making sure her fellow passengers knew how “overwhelmed” she was.
Consider this an open thread.
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