Exhibitionism constrictions during pandemic isolation has me reflecting on my naturistic justifications towards nudity expressionism. I am frustrated. I've been evaluating the hypocritical naturism philosophies of "body acceptance", and generic "nakedness of your body does not define who you are". My personal "identity" evolves around my extraordinary cock, and I am most proud of it while it approaches tumescence. Naturists frown at any public display of eroticism. I understand their reasoning as it justifies society's tendency to ostracize them.
After typing the preceding paragraph, I've mellowed a bit. I realize that I'm actually pissed-off towards the unavailability of sitting naked in the locker room facilities of my local YMCA. Displays of erotic behavior are constrained there as much as any naturism venue. I am being forced to reevaluate my sexual appetite. My masturbation has evolved into daily edging sessions that monopolize any other daily aspirations.
I'm reminded that I utilize my local YMCA to remain physically healthy. I want to remain healthy to enjoy my sexuality. I want to share my erotic capabilities with like-minded individuals. Therefore, I am an exhibitionist. I'm not sure that I can survive another year of restricted exhibitionism constraints.
After typing the preceding paragraph, I've mellowed a bit. I realize that I'm actually pissed-off towards the unavailability of sitting naked in the locker room facilities of my local YMCA. Displays of erotic behavior are constrained there as much as any naturism venue. I am being forced to reevaluate my sexual appetite. My masturbation has evolved into daily edging sessions that monopolize any other daily aspirations.
I'm reminded that I utilize my local YMCA to remain physically healthy. I want to remain healthy to enjoy my sexuality. I want to share my erotic capabilities with like-minded individuals. Therefore, I am an exhibitionist. I'm not sure that I can survive another year of restricted exhibitionism constraints.