INTERPRETIVE DANCE

Now that the weather is cooler, there are fewer naked people roaming the streets. Heat and illegal substances, as you know, are major causes of nudity. Not being enamoured of illegal substances, the only times when I am naked of which I am aware are around bath time inside my apartment. And I am reasonably sure there have not been other incidents.

At times I wonder at my fellow citizens wandering around the city.
Are they aware that the entire kitchen sink is showing?


Proper clothing is a reppressive imperialist construct invented by the patriarchy to limit the free expression of the ruled classes and impose an exploitative capitalist order on society.

In a world of prickleburs and sharp thorny things, it takes guts and glory to tempt scratchy mishaps and cuts in inconvenient places. Show your cojones by defying nature. Be free!


As a slave to convention myself, I would rather you didn't show them.
Or any other squidgy bits.

It's good to be protected from the elements, but apparently it takes sentience, ego, and a degree of not being under the influence of regrettably legal substances or quite possibly highly illegal chemicals to maintain that.

Free spirit dancing while besotted is regrettably common.
And conflicts at times with dog leavings.

Perhaps you should have worn flip-flops?
As a practical consideration.
At the least.



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