America’s Trouble with Body Acceptance

Article by: MARC PASCAL, The Moderate Voice

Perhaps living and studying in Europe on a number of occasions changed my perspective, but I cannot understand the silly outrage that many Americans show when some female displays her nipples, or other parts of her anatomy that are supposed to be off-limits.  Contrarily the displays of male genitalia and buttocks are more often treated as comic relief.  Public or private nudity does not pose a threat to American values and morality.

Too many Americans have an unhealthy and uncomfortable attitude towards the human body, the opposite sex, and sexuality in general.  This attitude also extends to the female nipple which is objectively essential for breast-feeding babies. Perhaps this unhealthy obsession with occasional nudity, and then endlessly discussing it and looking at photos on the internet, might reflect a lack of a healthy occupation with sex.

This blog is not a discussion about the many variations of human sexuality but just the simple inability to look at the human body as something natural and that human sexual intercourse in its many forms are a normal part of our humanity. Perhaps some fault lies with most of the world’s religions and some of their extreme American expressions (i.e. Puritanism) for such a social, emotional and intellectual mess.  Too many people were taught the strange view that things of the body are completely separate from things of the spirit, and anything enjoyable is probably ungodly and sinful.

We have for too long in the U.S. been taught and we still teach our children through our words and actions that human sexuality is somehow dirty and cannot be discussed openly in public, except by innuendo.  Thus we only encourage more confusion, exploration, and some excessive behavior because we cannot take sex out of the “prurient interest” closet.  Children need to appreciate their bodies and learn to fully respect those of other people.  They need to know the correct medical terminology for all the parts of the human anatomy and how to safely engage in sex while understanding the consequences. Then we can dump all our stupid euphemisms and warped attitudes into the garbage heap of history.

In Europe with its far more casual attitude towards human sexuality and public nudity, pregnancy among unwed teenagers and sexually transmitted diseases are just a small fraction of what they are in the U.S. We are certainly doing something wrong with respect to sex education, particularly if we want to eliminate the need for abortion and the long-term public costs of unmarried teenagers raising children. Continue reading

The Crystal Carafe

The Crystal Carafe

She was holding a bottle of wine when she opened the door.  A smile brightened her face.  I was excited about seeing her, this being our third date, all I could think about for the past three days.  For a moment I just stared.  It was more than her natural beauty, or her short blonde hair, or her feminine body, or the smile that had rested in my mind since the moment I met her—I was fascinated by her mind.

She was wearing a gauzy white cotton dress that came to just above her knees, the kind that slips down over the head and is held up by narrow straps draped over the shoulders.  It highlighted her hips, which were firm and well-developed for a girl this thin.  Her hair had been recently washed and appeared to have dried naturally.  She was barefoot.  I felt relaxed and comfortable right away.

We met the day she visited my office as a sales rep for a corrugated container company.  Taken right away, I sat behind my desk pretending to listen to her sales pitch.  A date was what I was actually thinking about—how to go about asking her for one.  We had dinner that night.  We went to a play a couple of nights later.  After the play, over a glass of wine in the theater lounge, she invited me to her sixth floor apartment that overlooks the river come Friday night.  Said she’d enjoy a quiet evening with me, promised to make it memorable.  I’ve thought of nothing else since.

Looking into her eyes as I stood just outside of her door, it dawned on me that I was to end up in bed with her, not that I hadn’t thought of that during the last three days; but by seeing her, I could almost feel her in my arms.  It felt like our chemistry was in sync and had already begun to work its magic.

She took my hand and I followed her through the living room and we stepped out on the balcony.  Not a word had been said.  It seemed we were communicating with our silence, that the evening was to be enjoyed without pretense or games, enjoyed just because we were together.  She invited me to sit down and then went about uncorking the wine, handing me a glass as she joined me.  During the next hour, we finished the bottle and got a good start on the second, talking about the city and the different things we liked.  I had never felt this comfortable with anyone.

Eventually the wine made me aware of my bladder and I asked directions to the bathroom.  “Can you wait?” she asked.  “There’s something I want to show you.”

Odd, I thought, that she wouldn’t simply wait until I got back from the bathroom to show me whatever it was; but curious, I nodded.

“I’ll be right back,” she said, then stood and I watched her go back into the apartment.  The gauze dress was sheer.  The light from inside the apartment showed through and I could see the apex of her legs and wondered if she had on panties.  The dress defined the crack of her ass, which caused a reaction behind my fly.

She returned with a small wooden box, inside which were rolling papers a bag of pot.  “Do you smoke?” she asked.

I looked into her eyes and said yes, which I would have said even if I didn’t.  Then she rolled a masterful joint, and after a few hits, I was thinking about being in bed with her and not much else, except my bladder.  When we finished the joint I inquired again about the bathroom.
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