The unidentifiable beauty of self respect and dignity.
Now, if you would enter our front gate unannounced you could be confronted with a middle-aged, somewhat tainted, near to white, naked butt. For some that’s no problem, for some, it’s a reason to use the bell the next time. I’m not a naturist, by all means, but in the enclosure of my private property, I act accordingly to my own feelings of freedom. The years of showing youth and later on hiding the kebab and beer shaped belly are way behind me, nevertheless, a tiny bit of embarrassment can’t be denied when such an encounter occurs. We all have our own level of what we think is normal behaviour and sadly some believe a certain “descent” dress code, even in private, is an important part of that. When we would except that all is normal and a part of personal freedom, we could start dealing with more important issues. I remember the family trips to the sea, my father and grandfather would stare at a fish float all day, my mother kept an eye on me and my little sisters, my grandmother wou...