There’s a distinct whiff of good old-fashioned body-shaming about our culture’s attitude to nudism. Hey, how dare that person parade their body around when it doesn’t happen to conform to my exact sexual specifications? How dare they not be ashamed of being overweight, or old, or rippled with cellulite, or too flat-chested, or with a dick that doesn’t measure up to society’s expectations? There are overtones of the kind of body policing that women (clothed or otherwise) experience every tedious moment of every day, the notion that if you don’t live up to some kind of idealized body norm, then you should cower in a darkened room for the rest of your life, lest other mortals have to look upon your hideousness.
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