Swimming attire

Something I like to comment on: First, how people swim, the whole procedure of the sport in the summer. People dip in in plenty of ways. Some are able to swim long swimming trips without drowning just for sport, usually. If able to swim altogether since water can be too polluted, there isn’t any water into which one could dive or simply do not know how to do the swimming. But what to wear? That is the biggest dilemma of this summer.
On the beach everybody is looking, this is my view, bodies. Maybe nobody notices anyone but still everyone is bare, unusually out in the open. Sun is burning, sand everywhere, it is hot, people sweat and gaze one another. What people wear when they swim and sunbathe is a topic much for this reason, nowadays mainly because of burkini, the Muslim way to dress women for swimming. What women wear for swimming is complicated. More than it should. There is a multitude to choose from but certain parts must be covered. This is a hot topic like every summer; fashion mostly is what the fuss is about, how tiny a bikini do we dare to put on and be seen in.

There was in the nineties a scandal when Danish women’s volleyball team had sun topless. I still remember the photo of the ladies in a row on a beach, it was cute. I haven’t found picture of the incident since. Culturally bound rules of how to dress on a beach wary quite a bit to the limit where men and women have separate beaches. For this there is a good reason and it is a reason why I avoid going to a crowded beach, I hate staring, to be started at and I dislike a crowd. To me beach with a crowd is a horrible experience but so is any crowd. This may be difficult to understand for those who enjoy sunbathing and tourist resorts in hot places and crowds, I don’t. Therefore I very well understand burkini. I don’t find it offensive, disturbing or strange in any way. Yet I come from a place where swimming naked is normal, at isolated places which there are almost nothing but in Eastern Finland. One reason for my love for isolated beaches and swimming nude. Swimming without any clothing is the best way to swim. Is it indecent? Well if nudity is a sin and to be seen naked is terrifying, then yes. I don’t mind nudity. I mind a kind of culture where people are targeted sexually. Nudity is freedom and everything is not sex.

https://www.thenation.com/article/frances-cultural-panic/ ”If covering is just about faith, why don’t men do it too?”

Arrested woman

Mulla on pilli

Arrested woman

Truth, difficult to believe. Terrifying truth is always pointing at you.

Truth, difficult to accept, difficult to write open. Is it in front of us? Can we find it? It can be unbearable, definitely hidden. We so much like to believe the good and the beautiful talk, pictures, that there will be better future for us. Unbearable because it will make us see ourselves as we are, our chances if we have them or not and where we stand. Grim nature of truth is human. Hard to say out loud and hard to stop and listen. Truth of animals is very clear, life is about survival, eating, killing, breeding, over and over. People want to be kings, they want to rule and win, be head of all, say the last word, silence those who say the unbearable and dirty. To just survive is what it still is, kill or be killed, be admired or forgotten. It is as scary and bloody as any survival battle. To be scared is to be alert constantly and to know that there is always a threat or two to watch out. You cannot trust anyone. When you do you make a mistake. How does that sound? Something like trust and faith may be unthinkable but we most have them in something, there is no time to trust and have faith for some. In this picture we rather take the lie because it is more pretty and we like to believe the pretty, it makes us look better than we are, a tale of something better and something to belong to. Choose to live a lie is to think that there is something better than this, that you deserve what you have got. To know what is the truth we must see the effort to find it out which task also is very often hard to do. Truth for humans is there aren’t many things to count on but betrayal and pain. Many like the easy way out of this fact, the unbearable life, unbearable you, unbearable everybody else, cold weather, cold world and endless cruelty.

http://www.esquire.com/news-politics/a46918/heroin-mexico-el-chapo-cartels-don-winslow/ ”Guzmán had worked and killed his way up to the big leagues by the time he first went to prison, in 1993. While he was running his business from his suite inside Puente Grande federal prison, I was working on a book called The Power of the Dog,the first of three novels I’ve written about the evolution of the Mexican drug scene.”

 
 
 

El Chapo and Buddy

Race, gender, religion and class are the biggest conflict creating issues on the surface constantly. Inequality and discrimination over and over again.

http://lithub.com/black-protest-writing-from-w-e-b-dubois-to-kendrick-lamar/ ”That’s a lot to unpack: disillusionment and resolve; countering negative messaging about black bodies and heritage; acute awareness of racial hatred against black life and culture; threats of vengeful action arising from the pressures of racial prejudice; recognizing the calculated hand of systematic racism in the destruction of black communities… A lot under that hood for sure.”

 

What makes an interesting person?

She looks like she has had a rough life, full of hardship and violence. How does that first impression make us look at her? It is a drawing from a picture of an arrested person which I found online, an elderly woman with fierce look on her face. She is not defeated, she is not surprised and she is very different from an ideal look for a woman which interests me. I don’t know who she is, what she did or what has been done to her. Her face is a story. We let our imagination wonder and wander when we let it and are able to, assumptions and stereotypes lead our thinking very easily. Feelings of contempt and repulsion, feeling of fear, of pity, wanting to judge her on the spot come so quick and toss her aside as unwanted now that she is captured.

Mistä tunnistaa, että maja on lapsen rakentama?

Tunnusmerkit ovat selvät, kun on itse rakentanut majoja lapsena ja tietää kuinka lapset suomalaisissa kerrostalolähiöissä käyttäytyvät: he menevät metsiin leikkimään. Tämä on fakta ja selvä asia. Puhe metsienmiehistä on nykyaikana erikoinen ja kertoo puhujan ennakkoluuloista ja tietämättömyydestä. Metsienmiehiä en ole nähnyt seitkytluvun jälkeen, koskaan, saati nähnyt heidän jäljiltään rakennelmia metsissä lähiöiden tuntumassa. Jos lähiöiden lähellä majailisi asunnottomia alkoholisteja metsissä siitä varmasti tulisi sanomista ja näin ei ole. Metsienmies on koodisana asunnottomalle alkoholistille, joka termi ja haukkumasana on jäänyt elämään jostakin syystä, halveksittu.

Lapset ja aikuiset rakentavat eri syistä ja eri tavoin. Jo kokoero ja voimankäytön mahdollisuus ovat eri luokkaa. Lapset ajattelevat eri tavalla ja tekevät asioita eri motiiveista, etenkin mitä nuoremmasta lapsesta on kyse. He eivät ajattele kuten aikuiset, eivätkä luonnollisesti tee kuten aikuiset. Se on opitaan aikuistuttaessa. Lasten rakentamat majat ovat leikkiä varten, joten sen huomaa, että ne ovat mielikuvituskoteja eli siistejä. Niissä ei ole roskia, ei tulisijaa, koska lapset eivät saa eivätkä osaa sellaista tehdä, ei ylimääräisiä kaupasta ostettavia osia ja kiinnikkeitä, ei einesjätteitä, kaikki materiaalit on löydetty paikan päältä ja käytetty sellaisenaan. Majassa ei myöskään ole nukkumiseen tarkoitettuja alustoja, joita ns. metsienmiehet ja -naiset tarvitsisivat, ei sateensuojia, ei istumiseen tarkoitettuja alustoja, koska lapset toimivat leikkiessään, eivät ole paikallaan, joten paikallaanoloon, syömiseen, nukkumiseen, ruuanlaittamiseen tarkoitetut aikuisten asiat puuttuvat. Ei olut- eikä alkoholipulloja, ei huumeruiskuja. Kaikki aikusten maailman tarvikkeet on korvattu kivillä, oksilla, heinillä jne. Ne ovat siellä hienoissa riveissä kuvitteellisina eineksinä ja tavaroina. Naulan ja vasaran käyttö on toki sallittua ja lapsista se on hauskaa, ainakin minusta oli.

Teoriani on 99-prosenttisesti pitävä. Joku aikuinen on voinut imitoida lasten majoja ja silloin menen halpaan. Jos löydät aukkoja teoriassani, ole hyvä, siitä voi minulle tulla kertomaan.

Do you know Jemma Lucy? Fractions

She is lighter now than when she started some weeks ago. Lighter, not as heavy as she was in her heaviest, approachable. Less of flesh, fleshiness in right places, round but not thin nor fat, seductive to look at.
Picture of a naked woman hand on crotch smiling by the pool. Jump in.
Picture of a woman in bikini posing and bending. Jump in. Picture of a woman flaunting her ample cleavage, perky posterior in a snake print swimsuit soaking up in the sun. Jump in.

boob boob boob job, job job job toned body in a khaki bikini on Ibiza Holiday after causing a stir. Stirring beauty. How does she do it?
Beauty sported with a pair of pale pink jogging bottoms, look at her ass. Now hands full with her Luis Vuitton carrier in one hand and a mobile in the other barely containing herself in floral bikini, look at her ass. Jemma Lucy looks like she is pregnant. Look at her ass. Who needs the millennium falcon pert posterior in revealing swimsuit? I don’t even know what that means.

What is eating? Everything. This action we must do and be compelled to commit every day. Stay focused even though the focus is on wrong things, always the same things, such as asses and breasts, sex and things we can grab. Nothing wrong with sex. No, but something wrong with neuroticism and blind obsession. Body means very different kinds of things to everybody even though it is to mean very simple pleasures in life and yet a necessity to be able to enjoy one’s body and somebody else’s body, to enjoy life. And how do we do it? No other interest than self-interest and pictures to look at?