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Yes, but they are now exposed.
Now let the naked woman dance. Let her show off and celebrate the very loveliness and healthiness which a moment ago we admired.
Yes, her breasts must jiggle, her sex perhaps wink pink as she parts her legs. But were they not there, she would be hideous and deformed. We assumed their presence when she was dressed? Yes, but now they are exposed. No matter that that exposure is a consequence only of their former concealment. A nude woman or man might have sat on a chair beside her like a life model and would have inspired far less avid interest, or I might have declared this to be a lecture on female genitalia, and had her sit from the outset with only her lower body revealed, in which case only mindless deviants would be gazing at her with more than scholarly interest. It is the very facts of concealment and exposure which have made mere mammaries and genitals somehow far more intriguing.It is the exposure, not the body, which is indecent in indecent exposure.
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It is exactly the same with the lifestyle of which I aim to write and which
I have enjoyed for the past two years. It has been hidden, partly out of
consideration for those who are shocked by reality and partly because
we swingers are genuinely afraid that our lives will be destroyed by
the intolerant and ignorant prejudices of others. The comparison has
often been made, but we are in the same position as gays for many
decades. We remain in the closet, because, whenever the door
is opened, it is for us to be ‘exposed’, not shown, though we hurt no-one,
coerce no-one and are simply consenting adults having fun as we think best.I don’t want to expose anything. I just want to tell a story of how a fairly normal, confused, directionless English girl found happiness in a lifestyle different from anything which I had known before, but which proved as natural to me as breathing. I wish to show.
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