It is a gloriously sunny day here on the Canadian prairies. A dump of rain has left the backroads where I tend to hike a muddy mess. I drove out to check, hoping that I could sneak in a little five kilometre hike, but alas, mud-caked hiking shoes in just three steps on the partially gravelled section. I knew that the 100% dirt trail with its ups and downs would be totally unenjoyable. As a result, I returned home with hopes of another naturist hike in a few more days. I did manage a hike two days ago, so at least there is that.
The garden is coming along and we have had two relatively large pickings of strawberries from our tiny patch. Cucumbers are also being enjoyed and baby tomatoes are appearing on the vines. And, due to the recent rain showers, mosquitoes are back in town – unwelcome guests.
There is a bit of a kerfuffle on Twitter which soon had voices getting defensive, some even suggesting that perhaps I’m not a naturist at all as I don’t embrace censorship. Though I don’t agree with people posting porn [I block them when they react to my posts and images], I do defend their right to post. Though I don’t like spread-legs photos by those who are for all intents and purposes, naturists/nudists, I do defend their right to post.
When there are gatekeepers with rulebooks, the world is divided intentionally. I can think of divisions between conservative and liberal worldviews, between Caucasians and POC where “pureblood” is a mantra. I can think of religious divisions, divisions that fuel extreme reactions and violence. Who gives a shit what religion [or none], what colour of skin, what party a person believes in, or sexual identity?
I don’t sit on a fence. I have my beliefs and values. I just don’t foist them on others. I say what I think whether others would rather I remain silent or just smile and nod my head mouthing polite, meaningless words. My books reflect this. And as the image says, I hope my books are good enough to survive long enough to be read. And undoubtedly, I will become a banned author. LOL!