I cried the day the Obamas walked the tarmac to leave their presidency behind. Like, ugly cried. Jeremy not only thought it was odd that I was crying, but that I was so worked up. This middle-aged white man had no idea. (I mean, he had an idea, but to which degree – nope.)
He called the other day right after I read the news that RBG passed. I picked up the phone but was speechless. Finally, I muttered, “RBG died.” Tears burned my throat. Fuck. I hate crying.
“What’s wr.. is it just the RBG thing?”
(I mean, he had an idea, but to which degree – nope.)
Like, ma dude, this is a problem. A big one. A “I am looking at how to move to New Zealand” kind of situation. Coincidentally, this is the same search I did after my tears had dried, and the Obamas had likely touched down in Palm Springs. (Or was it Branson’s place they headed to first?)
When I see nudists get on Twitter and talk about how to bring newbies into nudism, the only question I ever see is, “how do we get more women to be nudists.”
Ma dudes. This is not the question.
The question is; “how do we become more diverse and inclusive?”
Because here’s the thing: women don’t feel safe around men, and I’ve got the receipts to prove it.
To take it a step further, women feel safe around gay men. (See receipts above.)
Women just don’t want to get raped and leered at I PROMISE you. (Again, receipts.)
Instead of asking the question “How do we get more women into nudism,” the question is, how do we create a safe and inclusive space so ALL feel comfortable in their naked state. Like, stop leaving entire colors, demographics, and age groups out of the conversation. WTF.
Every time I see stuff come out from the AANR, it is singularly “men” “women” word usage. Dude. It’s 2020. You guys sound ancient. I just can’t get behind an organization that refuses to be more inclusive to my friends, my community. Plus, the AANR doesn’t move fast enough. They are not going to save us.
I had a fifty-year-old neighbor (and nudist) tell me that Jeremy and I ‘move too fast.’ (We move like city-dwelling millennials. I didn’t realize that when we moved to “the burbs” (a 45-minute drive from downtown Seattle), we were in Footloose country. Dude, do you not watch the news? We don’t move fast enough.
We had ONE woman propping up the entire United States’ ability to deliver safety and inclusion to all, and when she died, the ability for the US to protect my friends and me died with it.
I am scared shitless.
We need our communities now more than ever because nothing feels safe and nobody is moving fast enough. Make the goal diversity and inclusion. Let’s move faster together.