I think this is one of the few blogs a I have made. I don´t like it anymore. I used to be a very active blogger in the 2000, focused in politics mainly. But somehow it started to get on my nerves.
Blogging is somehow restricted. You have to follow a certain format, you have to write in a certain way... I was interested in blogging when I have some hope in becoming a real writer or at least a web commentator or something. But this wish just vanished.
Now that my favourite (at least one of my favourite) sites on naturism just changed to this strictly form of interaction, I have pulled back.
Blogging means something to say or to write. My fascination with naturism is the nature itself and I believe that the pictures talk to themselves.
I am not talking about only "people naked", but in fact the smooth balance between our naked bodies and nature. We are supposed to be like this in nature.
So this blogging platform rule is like having to wear clothes in the nature. It makes me think before writing, making phrases with meaning, makes me to make sense, but to make sense is something you do to others, not to yourself. Ourselves are canvas that resemble Leonardo da Vinci for us, but it can be pure Kandinsky to others.
With this blogging platform I feel like wanting to do a William Turner painting from a Mondrian one. It is a kind of lockdown.
Talking about lockdown, it turns me down.
I have never imagined the size of this. This scares me. One of my favourite books is "1984" by George Orwell. I think all this thing can be described as an Orwellian attempt to our liberties. What I realize is that, if the motif is believed to be fair ("We are the world", "Save the planet") people are willing to luckily put themselves in confinement. Even worse, they will start to denounce others that are not fullfilling the rules.
All people that still want to preserve a little freedom will be treated as the "Witches from Salem". Coincidentally, in the story, all the killings were fueled by pure scare.
This scares me.