Nudism Saves The World
Could Nudism Change The Course Of Mankind?
LOOKING AT THE RECENT TERROR IN PARIS AND MASS SHOOTINGS IN THE U.S. MAY SHED SOME CLUES
BRUCE H, GUEST EDITOR
The recent horror in Paris, Lebanon and over the Sinai Peninsula make me wonder: What is it about Muslim extremism that produces suicidal, homicidal lunatics?
Please understand, this post isn’t meant to be satirical or funny. It’s written in earnest. It’s a singular but heartfelt response to the recent terror, perpetrated by madmen rising from turmoil in the Middle East. On one hand, they’re fueled by religious fervor – but what else?
It may be useful to look to the U.S. for clues.
If you review all of the recent mass shootings in the U.S., and I mean this without exception, the common denominator among the responsible villains is this: They didn’t get on with women. Their frustrations with the fairer sex are evident on their Facebook pages (if they had them), scribbled in diaries, or evidenced in restraining orders filed by aggrieved girlfriends.
Once their disgruntlements reached critical mass, they, to a man, erupted into killing machines. A few aimed their weapons at themselves after committing their all too well known horrors. It was their final “fuck you” to the world.
It’s ironic in a dark, almost comedic way, to think “getting fucked” was a big part of their problem. Had they enjoyed success with women they may have taken a less violent road in life.
In the West sex is the Holy Grail. Advertisers use it to sell soap, gadgets, automobiles – you name it. Seductive models grace every advertisement with smiling instruction that if you, man or woman, buy this product, your sex life will improve. Fox News uses goo-goo doll female presenters to enlist your allegiance to conservative causes (contrast this with Rachel Maddow, for example, on MSNBC). Conservative causes are financed by big business. Big business uses sexual desire and/or frustration to sell products. Sex appeal is everything. If you don’t have it personally, you can buy it.
But of course you can’t buy sex appeal. Either you have it or you don’t. Either way, you are bombarded daily with messages reminding you you’re a loser if you don’t have sex appeal, and you’d better get with the program.
Martin Amis’s father, Kingsley Amis, said there are two sorts of men in the world – those who have a good time with the opposite sex, and those that don’t.
The men that don’t have satisfying sex lives are the type who think any woman that has sex with them is a slut, and those that don’t are bitches. That’s it. That’s their summary view of women. A women’s pleasure is meaningless to them (meaning, I suppose, they don’t get much repeat business).
(If you want to understand pornography, view it as the utter dissociation of love and sex. It’s the equivalent of junk food, not nourishing in any way but filling. Pornography fuels some sentiments mentioned in the above paragraph.)
The point is, the men who don’t get on with women generally tend to be angry. They think of women as lesser beings.
At The Nude Review we cherish women generally, and hold in high regard those who epitomize female beauty. Speaking personally, I worry greatly about a woman’s pleasure, which is foremost in my mind when having sex. I find it creates the mood for reciprocation. In this regard my balance sheet has always balanced. I get on well with women because I respect and cherish them. This site is a testament to the fact.
Imagine growing up in parts of the Muslim world where women are dressed head-to-toe. The site of a bare female ankle could send a pubescent boy into a paroxysmal fit. Now imagine the bombardment they receive from the West, via the Internet and media generally, of beautiful women barely dressed pushing cell phones and laundry detergent. The contrast would be, and probably is, bewildering to a young Muslim male, with whom we men in the West share all the usual natural instincts.
As illustrated in the beginning of this piece, it’s too much for many American males.
The solution? Nudism. Well, nudism, along with an attitudinal shift, to which nudism could be a gateway.
Seriously. If seeing attractive nude women or girls was as easy as going to the beach (or local health club or spa), it would relieve a lot of pressure (something nudists propound on: Nudism doesn’t incite, but soothes). Your typical German or Scandinavian teen grows up seeing naked people all his or her life. It doesn’t diminish the magic of sex, but it does take the pressure off.
The average Muslim boy growing up in Mosel or Damascus may see (in person) one or two naked women in his lifetime. In the States the number is seven (it’s true). In Germany it’s in the hundreds if not thousands.
Imagine if you were a Muslim girl growing up under Sharia Law, which mandates death by stoning for acts of promiscuity or, in some cases, the accidental baring of a shoulder. How free would you feel to explore your sexuality? How compliant would you be with a normal, avaricious Muslim boyfriend? Not very.
The idea of martyring yourself to win favor with seventy-two virgins in heaven could be, for young Muslims males with few choices, impossible to resist. It’s not that difficult to understand, if you think about it.
As mentioned, even in the West, where sexual innuendo, bared skin and promiscuity rule the day, some men still can’t get on with women. Would being a nudist have helped them?
In my opinion, I say definitely yes. When you stand naked to the world, and in front of other nudists (including women of course), you feel a degree of connection not available otherwise. If lucky, you realize we’re all equal, we men and women, or boys and girls. The gloves of civilization, so to speak, come off. There’s a great relief in that, and you bring it home – it sticks with you. You don’t feel lust, or an impulse to murder. It goes the other way.
Instead of lust you feel compassion, for others as well as yourself. There’s no wish to murder, but a strong desire to keep on living and enjoying life. There's joy in nudism, and joy is something homicidal lunatics lack. The evidence is there in Paris, one of the happiest places on earth. Ed.