I love good music, good books and anything to do with skincare.
I'm also a relatively new member of the Overcast Kids, Skeleton Clique and whatever Panic! At The Disco fans call themselves.
white people ruined the non sexual intimacy of nakedness methinks
i think that for a species that come into the world naked and have such an easy time understanding sex, its ironic that the world at large cant accept that intimacy cant occur outside of sexual desire. there is intimacy in a shared bath between a mother and her child. between brothers sharing a bed. between friends changing in the same room.
and i said white people bc i feel like literally everyone else figured that shit out already? like in public bath houses and women walking around with their breasts exposed. europe got a hold of chriatianity and decided to put a worldwide ban nakedness and put these restrictions on the human body, bastardizing the nature with which we come into the world. its dirty, its deviant, its dangerous to be exposed in the appropriate spaces or ones own home.
the way young people have to cover up in their homes before guests come, the way shorts and other summer clothes are only perceived as sexual in nature and not the most effective way of combating a million degree heat, the way people freak out when they see a bra strap like it wasnt them who made bitches wear bras in the first place
[text ID: a tweet by Aqqalu @uyarakq that reads, “nudity shouldn’t be sexual. my ancestors walked the tundra with their tits out and nobody cared until those with a bible came.” / end ID]
During my Japan trip in 2018 I used public bath areas wherever possible because I wanted to experience exactly this. The first time was awkward for about a minute, and then I just… adjusted. Everyone was nude, not just me. It wasn’t an orgy, it was just a bath.
Honestly, it felt freeing. After that first experience, I used public baths in every hotel I stayed in that offered one, and sometimes I went with a few of my female classmates and there was nothing weird about it. We just let our bodies be bodies. Fat, thin, young, old. A whole palette of melanin. Cellulite, scars, wrinkles. Pubic hair. Funny birthmarks. No one ogled, no one commented on anything.
It was just nice; even something sort of safe about it because we were all open and vulnerable. Didn’t even think about the fact that we were naked, and it didn’t make anything weird during the day while we were touring around. It just felt like some primal, timeless social bonding experience. And at the same time, it didn’t bind us closer, either. I don’t know about the rest of them, but I haven’t spoken to a single one of those classmates since the tour three years ago. There was no falling out or anything, just… life went on.
We were just a bunch of human beings shooting the shit in some hot water a few nights while we were on a trip away from home.
honestly a good partner isn’t necessarily someone who loves the exact same things you love but rather someone who is willing to listen to you ramble on and on about a particular subject that you’re passionate about even if they have little to no interest in it
