The Final Victory of Pornography

Just as the Age of Enlightenment defined the era before it as the Dark Ages - so did the Age of Nudity define the period before it as the Era of Concealment. Sexuality will not be rectified until absolute nudity - which will be the peace in the war of the sexes, a war as old as clothing itself

We, the last of the clothed women, were denounced as the dark obstructors of sexual peace (Source)

Once, it wasn't sensational to be a non-naked woman. In those times, you could walk around clothed everywhere, even on the street, and not just at home (or later, only in bed). No man would think I had something to hide and ask why I'm not naked like everyone else in his very first question. In those days, attractive women were clothed and only removed their clothes in bed, and it was actually the naked women who were considered repulsive, to the point where clothing itself was considered arousing and given much attention (a paradox incomprehensible to us today).

For thousands of years, nudity was considered indecent, from the time it separated savages from civilized people until the beginning of the pornographic era. But of course, back then they didn't know it would be called that. There were many innovations, and some seemed more revolutionary at first glance. And just as the Age of Enlightenment defined the era before it as the Dark Ages - so did the Age of Nudity define the period before it as the Era of Concealment. Because nudity, of course, wasn't just about women but about all femininity - of the entire culture. Commercial companies, religions, and nations also lost their clothing - which conceals content from the outside - as an inevitable continuation, after writing too lost its modesty and became mere stimulation.

In the end, if the customer's tongue is always right and is the only criterion of taste - then his taste is nudity. Men wrote openly in favor of returning to the lost Garden of Eden or to an ancient and natural period, and that sexuality would not be rectified until absolute nudity, which would be the peace in the war of the sexes - a war as old as clothing itself. Those who dressed were publicly shamed, and with the unbearable global warming and the transformation of the entire globe into the equator, pockets of resistance in all areas gradually disappeared, leaving only naked and abstract literature.

We, the last of the clothed women, were denounced as the dark obstructors of sexual peace. The last priestesses of fashion. Members of an oppressed and oppressive cult of the body. We were forced to wear clothes that looked like skin and called them garments of light. We became a secret order that revolved around mystical rituals in sacred attire, about which we will tell you nothing, and which were lost along with our ancient writings and the rest of our clothed literature dressed in countless garments - a secret literature that will never be revealed to the world.

The architecture of transparency, whose only material is glass and all of whose walls are windows, drove us into caves. There we lived hidden from all eyes. Zealously preserving our clandestine culture that you searched for with candles, trying to spy and reveal in broad daylight our most sacred, innermost texts, which were kept from the eyes of all.

We could have existed for countless generations had we not been tempted by that one - who embodied the essence of man - and turned out to be a lie. And now, after we were caught because of a traitor, a cursed snake - and after the transparent justice system sentenced us to burn all our clothes before our eyes in this public stripping ceremony for all to see, culminating in a confession for all ears - I stand before you naked and bare, with only my tears covering my breasts, mourning the death of modesty. Because, you see, our ancient scrolls of skin that you didn't find, and won't find in all your searches, are the clothes that were burned today. We wore our writings on our bodies - and here we stand before you naked.