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  • Writer's pictureIzaera

My Young Adult Life

Updated: Dec 20, 2022

In my 20s, I moved out of the house I grew up in, and I never put clothes on in my apartments or the various places I owned ever again. I was free from the restrictions of being surrounded by my family members, so my freedom started to be a daily experience. I drank a lot of beer, smoked weed, and hung around bars commiserating with my coworkers. Life started to get hard. I couldn’t just be anymore. I had to become a responsible adult and follow the rules outlined by my parents, the religionists, the schools, and the controlists. I started to become a human doing. Nudist clubs and beaches existed then, but I was unaware of them. I wouldn’t say I liked to read then, so buying a magazine about nudism wasn’t something I was aware of then.

I grew up in the 60s and 70s. The guys at school sexualized the girls, and we only saw their bodies. We were oblivious to the persons that those beautiful bodies housed. It’s just the way guys are when they’re young. Pornography was scarce. We had to sneak peeks at magazines like Playboy and Penthouse. Hustler was a favourite because of the exposed pubic hair the other magazines airbrushed out. Of course, those magazines became fodder for our masturbation sessions. Back then, guys would never admit to masturbating because that meant you were weak or gay—the garbage we had programmed into us when we could not reason for ourselves. We went along with that garbage because it was a way to connect. The so-called “Bro-Code” still alive today is just pure bullshit. But men and boys rally around those unwritten rules like they were unbreakable laws.

In the late 70s, we went from magazines to “Hi-8” films for our porn. You had to be wealthy to own an 8mm projector, however. In the 80s, VHS and the failed Betamax video platforms released much porn. In the 90s, videotape cameras came into play, and friends would show homemade porn like it was a badge of courage.

The funny thing about porn is that after I viewed a lot of it in my early 20s, I had no genuine interest in it. I found it entertaining, but after I observed all the different positions and activities, I soon realized that it’s all the same, just with other people. Nudity was just that—nonsexual, natural, peaceful, happiness. To get aroused, I have to participate in sexual activity. And I think that’s precisely how all humans would feel if the world was naked, unashamed, and free.

But there is one thing holding humans back from creating this utopia. It is a fact that 95% of humans don’t think. It’s painfully evident in the proliferation of pornography and exhibitionism on the internet. It’s also thinking when seeing someone reacting to their environment or circumstances. People are not consciously aware of their thoughts when their emotional state changes.

I can also attest that I was lumped into that category because I was totally out of control ten years ago. I was pushing 220 pounds of mass, lifeless, listless, lazy, inactive, anti-social, and suicidal. I would surf porn, watch endless videos and movies, listen to loud, angry music, drink, and smoke a lot of weed to suppress the noise between my ears. I thought that my endless negative thinking would kill me.

Around the same time, I heard my mentor say, “If I want to be free, I’ve got to be me.” I jumped into nudism with both feet. I also started my personal development journey. I’ve begun to awaken my conscious awareness of my emotional state. I’ve started to control my thinking, therefore, my behaviour.

I have to teach people how to control their behaviour. Especially their sexual behaviour. Napoleon Hill wrote a complete chapter in Think and Grow Rich, a fantastic book. In it, he describes how to channel sexual energy to create actions toward success. Ask me about it if you’re interested.

Up next is the mind-body connection. If you understand this, you’ll have complete control of your behaviour.


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