Public Nudity, the Quest for Happiness and Death

Hate is a poison that you take in hopes that it will affect someone else!  Don’t be there useful idiots.

 

 

If there are no places around you where you could walk like God intended, let me tell you about such a place that most likely is around you if you are in a large city.

Here in Dallas, we have King Spa and Spa Castle.  Semipublic nudity is mandatory.  Let me explain that.

When you walk into the place you put a credit card on file with them.  In return, they give you a waterproof RFID doohickey that you wear as a bracelet.  This doohickey is linked to you while you are there.  Everything that you want is charged to that thing and eventually your card.

You can be barefoot but they will rent you some shower shoes for a lack of a better description.  They lead you back to the wet area where you are to disrobe and put your purse, clothing and so forth in a locker assigned to you.  From there you are nude among people of the same sex.

Not sure what this will do to the transgender crowd just yet.

You are now supposed to take a shower washing everything head to toe.

At this point, you saunter, wander or just walk proudly to some hot tub with jets and so on and relax.  If you came with your husband he is doing the same thing among a bunch of men.

Again what if a female thinks that she is a man, where does she go?

In this area, you can schedule a body scrub which is worth it but keep in mind they exfoliate everything. After that, you can get a massage and unlike the typical massages where they make sure you are draped, this is not the case.

If you decide to take advantage of the co-ed areas they provide a uniform for your use.  In that same locker is a very generic uniform that you put on and from there you can rejoin your mate.

There are wet areas for co-ed use but you will need to have brought a bathing suit for this endeavor which can go on under the uniform.

After a few minutes in the wet area, the anxiety of being nude passes rather quickly.  The culture of our Korean friends sees nothing wrong with nudity.

I as a writer, author, and someone who lives life; see nothing wrong with it either.

The only time when it is awkward is if you are the only one that is nude such as being in the doctor’s office where you are no longer a human but a living cadaver.  I fire doctors who treat me like that as I am a human and refuse to be treated like a piece of meat or symptom.

Working in the Texas Medical Center for years I saw many surgeries, trauma cases, and autopsies.  I mention this because it is there that we lose our humanity.  Once the autopsy is performed it is their job to put most of the pieces back inside the body, and sew it up much like the laces on a football.  One person described it as much like your turkey you pull the organs out of the chest before you cook it.  Here, after they definitively determine the cause of death they slice and dice almost every part of you other than your shell.

When  I saw a brain in a meat slicer, much like you see at the deli, I could never go to the deli again. To date, I still don’t shop at the deli.   Even though a man’s testicles are irrelevant to his cause of death, a woman once bragged to me how quickly she could castrate a man and measure his testicles with something called an orchidometer.

She then proceeded to demonstrate her skill.

It takes a special kind of person to do this work.  As an engineer, I was constantly confronted with the dead or in some cases dying.

I will never ever forget when I was working at the morgue on fine day. There was some sort of rush of dead bodies needing to get out of the morgue to their respective funeral homes.  A number of “people” were sewing them up in a large room.  The administrator was there watching them while eating a plum.  As she bit into it, the juices of the plumb ran down her face and she did not even try to stop them. Just when I figured that was sick enough I turned to see a guy sewing this woman’s scalp back on using her breasts to hold his bag of corn nuts up, to keep them from spilling.

As I writer I must confess, I could not make this ghoulish nightmare up.

Why, why am I telling you about this?

When you go to the hospital your clothes come off whether you like it or not.  If you die you are nude under a sheet until your body is just a shell, with anything that was you has been dissected ten ways from Sunday.

These people that do this job, I don’t understand them.  They took absolute delight in making me ill, every time I went there.

In Houston, they have or had something called the VIP room.  Buddy, let me tell you that room was anything but VIP.

If you like horror movies (heaven help you) this place made any movie you ever saw a walk in the park.  Texas Chain Saw Massacre my first horror flick was sesame street compared to this.

It is not until you smell death, especially in that room do you fully appreciate how precious life is. I have no idea why those folks enjoyed making me sick.  I finally was forced to leave that job, as I was traumatized and was not even aware of it.

It hit me that was the case one day when I was eating at some diner.  The waitress brought me my food and she had catchup on her elbow.  The flashback of the “jumper” that I had seen a week before came back, and I lost my stomach right there in that place. Imagine how that felt.

I am sure that the people who constantly used their jobs as a weapon, would have taken delight in that fact.

The dreams sometimes are still so vivid, that I wake in a cold sweat.

PTSD, yes, I understand it, and those bastards at that place did it intentionally.

Nudity; it is nothing. Without many exceptions, we are all built the same.  Some of us are a different body type.  Some are muscular and others their muscles are well hidden.

Live your life for this day and this time.  You never know when you will wake up and something will not feel right.  Or, you won’t wake up at all.

Watching the news I see so many who are either paid protestors or who are really angry and they are killing themselves.  Stress kills and anger is bad medicine. You might as well smoke and do drugs as they will kill you just as quickly as staying angry all the time.

I tell you the truth, my friends. If you are one of those wrapped up in the hate just look at the actual facts and don’t listen to the media.  They are orchestrating a coordinated attack on the president through spreading the same scripted stories to all their news outlets across the country.  The goal is to divide us on race, sex, and pit the haves against the have-nots.  They will tell you it is the Republicans fault even though the GDP is the highest it has been in years, unemployment is at 3.9% which is great.  Black unemployment is at its lowest in the recorded history of this country.  Somehow the media is going to spin their pack of lies making all of these positives into negatives.

They are killing you!

Hate is a poison that you take in hopes that it will affect someone else!  Don’t be there useful idiots.

Hate and anger release cortisol which ages you and causes your blood pressure to go up and could cause you to have a stroke.  Is it worth it?

Turn off the telly and read my latest novel Presidential Assassins.  A thriller that you will not want to put down.

 

Much love- TW