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thinhline: thinhline: THL #19 - The Good Nudes and Bad Nudes Another logistical argument, sorry. Click on the image to see it in higher resolution. a bit of background on this strip. when I was younger, my hippie-ish parents were into nudist colonies. from eight years old to my earliest teenage years, my parents would drag me out there every weekend. I hated it there. there were very few kids my age, and we were all damned if we cooperated with this nude thing. but all the adults were there, hanging out in more ways than one. it seemed bizarre to me, and I was deeply ashamed of going. regardless, living at such a place would definitely impact me one way or another. being a kid in a nudist colony was a tough go when you’re trying to learn about your sexuality, but perhaps it made me see things in a way that would inevitably lead to me doing a comic like sexy losers. one of the things that clothes were No Big Deal. outside of the camp, clothes determined everything about you, your clothes were your social identity. but when everyone is naked, there were no more groups and divisions, and everyone was the same. back in the real world, it always puzzled me why someone’s clothes would be the blame for something. especially rape. at the nudist colony, I saw a lot of naked people just doing living stuff. swimming, sunbathing, playing chess, talking at a bar, dancing, cooking, playing tennis, you name it. I also happened to see a lot of penises too. and never, ever, did I see anyone with a boner. ever. so if men in the real world couldn’t control themselves if they saw a woman in “slutty” clothing, how come they can control themselves if everyone’s freaking naked? this inconsistency couldn’t be explained unless that idea that clothes “ask for it” was complete and utter bull. men can handle the clothing. they’re just looking for a way to victim blame. anyways, that’s where this strip came from.
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THL #19 - The Good Nudes and Bad Nudes

Another logistical argument, sorry.

Click on the image to see it in higher resolution.

a bit of background on this strip.

when I was younger, my hippie-ish parents were into nudist colonies. from eight years old to my earliest teenage years, my parents would drag me out there every weekend.

I hated it there. there were very few kids my age, and we were all damned if we cooperated with this nude thing. but all the adults were there, hanging out in more ways than one. it seemed bizarre to me, and I was deeply ashamed of going.

regardless, living at such a place would definitely impact me one way or another. being a kid in a nudist colony was a tough go when you’re trying to learn about your sexuality, but perhaps it made me see things in a way that would inevitably lead to me doing a comic like sexy losers.

one of the things that clothes were No Big Deal. outside of the camp, clothes determined everything about you, your clothes were your social identity. but when everyone is naked, there were no more groups and divisions, and everyone was the same.

back in the real world, it always puzzled me why someone’s clothes would be the blame for something. especially rape. at the nudist colony, I saw a lot of naked people just doing living stuff. swimming, sunbathing, playing chess, talking at a bar, dancing, cooking, playing tennis, you name it. I also happened to see a lot of penises too. and never, ever, did I see anyone with a boner. ever.

so if men in the real world couldn’t control themselves if they saw a woman in “slutty” clothing, how come they can control themselves if everyone’s freaking naked? this inconsistency couldn’t be explained unless that idea that clothes “ask for it” was complete and utter bull. men can handle the clothing. they’re just looking for a way to victim blame.

anyways, that’s where this strip came from.

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