Why might some people find it acceptable if I post artists’ sketches of myself in the buff, but unacceptable to post photographs of me doing the actual poses? Indeed, why might some consider the sketches to be art, and the photos to be verging on porn?
No, nobody told me not to post the photos of my poses — and I actually did post a few on this site in the modeling images gallery, but took precautions by cropping off my head (lol) and reducing one in size, and not identifying myself in them. Still, I thought better — or worse — of the idea, and removed them entirely. Maybe I am projecting my own insecurities on readers, but as a pretty conservative editor for a mainstream newspaper, I wouldn’t post the nude photos of myself in my blog there.
I suppose any nude photos — or sketches — attract some voyeurs, and I am not sure that is a bad thing. But where should we draw the line on what might attract voyeurs and what wouldn’t: for example, many men love looking at women’s feet and ankles and legs? Must we stop showing “well-turned ankles,” as one former colleague was fond of saying, so that some men won’t have sexual fantasies about them?
As a naturist, I have no inhibitions about showing my body — as regular readers know. So, in a way, I am actually discriminating against myself — and perhaps against some readers, particularly nudists — when I censor nude photos from my modeling session because I don’t want to offend conservative readers’ sensibilities, even though I may view those sensibilities as hangups. Phew . . . that is convoluted . . .
Thing is, we do live in a world where public nudity is taboo for the majority of people. As much as we naturists want to celebrate our natural state, free of society’s restrictions, we have to tread carefully on a very fine line between offending others and offending ourselves.
It sucks . . . Seems weird to think that naturists are ahead of our time, considering that man has been essentially naked since he/she emerged from the oceans, indeed, since we evolved from the Big Bang when the universal seed sprouted so long ago.
Jillian
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