Full script by Missy Jubilee
A film about the consequences of public nudity
Our immediate ancestors didn’t start clothing themselves until around 170,000 years ago.
This means that for 2.5 million years, humans walked the Earth completely naked.
It was Christian theology that saw the body – especially the female body – as a corruption of the human soul and hence in need of concealment
This gave rise to the first patterns of shame and embarrassment around nudity.
The age of obscuration was under way.
And there seemed to be some correlation between devotion to God and a misguided zeal for demonisation.
Once we were aware that our nudity made us objects of desire, we became naked.
A nude body has to be seen as an object in order to become sexualised.
Walking around nude in front of humans was not a good way to keep a low profile with the community.
It was an excellent way to make new friends, though.
Absolute nakedness was viewed as intrusive and confusing to the senses.
The sight of the naked body gradually became less common and more shameful, even in private.
Our naked bodies were scrutinised, hyper-sexualised, and treated as vulgar, inappropriate and sometimes downright dangerous
However, when the naked female body was explicitly displayed to provide a pleasurable spectacle for men in the 1950’s, it became a whole different story.
In those magazines, a woman was beautiful only if she was naked beneath her clothes.
Today, our visual diet is populated with images of naked hyper-sexualised bodies – most of them representing one narrow body type: thin and lean
So, the nakedness we are most familiar with is rarely our own.
This, in turn, adds another layer of shame around our bodies: the shame of not looking quite the way we are ‘supposed’ to.
The patterns of shame, embarrassment, guilt, and even disgust that tightly veil the human body do not help us become more ‘civilised
If anything, in many ways, they set us back.
There are still a few cultures and places in Europe where nudity is nothing extraordinary.
And there’s one thing those places have in common — it is how little those people care about nakedness.
There’s no staring, no gawking, no harassment.
No one is particularly interested in your body because it’s just one among many others.
Your nudity is normal. It’s natural. It’s not a big deal.
These folks know how to be naked – almost as if they had been raised that way.
There’s something liberating about nakedness which appeals to the child in us.
The more shameful and inherently sexual nakedness is considered, the more we have to hide our bodies, and the more obsessed and transfixed with it we become.
In our attempt to tame the ‘human animal’ side of us, we ended up with social norms that often bring out the very worst in humans, not the best.
But outside of relatively recent social norms and cultural practices, there’s no such thing as nakedness.
A human body existing on its own is just that — a body.
It’s not inherently sexual, provocative, indecent or sinful.
A society free from shame contains just as many possibilities for revelation as a society running along smoothly in its own repressed rut.
We have much more to gain from realising we are part of nature, rather than continuously fighting against it.
We are all equally naked underneath our clothes.
At the end of the day, it’s a big circus, and a great parade.
We’re all in it together, bare-assed in clown suits.
We spend a lot of money buying clothes, and yet we spend our best times naked.
In my best times, I do magic. With a twist.
The twist is, my clothes are the first thing to disappear.
Naked people don’t follow fashion. They follow instincts.
I wear my nakedness the way other women wear pearls.
I celebrate it, and relish the electricity of it.
If a picture paints a thousand words, then a naked person standing in front of you paints a thousand words with only vowels.
uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu….
ooooooooooooooooooo…
eeeeeeeeeeeee!!!
Freedom is to stand naked in the moment, having no expectations, with nothing to lose or to gain.
It allows you to make good on the lack of clothing.
Get naked and roll around in it.
It’s contagious.
There’s no need to be embarrassed.
It’s only skin.
But remember, nothing makes you feel more naked than someone identifying a desire you never knew you possessed.
“Exercise makes you look better naked. So does Tequila. Your choice.” ― Charles Bukowski