Facebook should really only give up the outrageous censorship and make free speech the default option.

The good news (sort of) is that we users do matter, and we can hold them liable. Why? 1. Because without us, the users, there isn’t any Facebook. And 2. Because Facebook isn’t just free. Its advertisements revenue relies on us (as users and advertisers) seeing those ads that appear in news feeds and on the sides of pages.
We’ve also “paid” through illegal access to our private information and likely will again in the future.
So what can we do about it? Make our voices heard, both on and off Facebook. Submit restricted content to STGMB, where we can all mock and call out Facebook for removing the most innocuous Internet content. I believe we should keep submitting grievances to FB toocan’t guarantee that any people read them, but if enough of us keep at it then perhaps our collective voice will, at some point, get heard. But we can’t do this alone!
It might also be worth noting that Facebook doesn’t allow users to support others to break its policies.

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So you may want to give it some thought before you go attempting to enact a Day of Naked. Maybe Facebook isn’t the greatest location for campaigns against Facebook
There have been many petitions and campaigns against hate speech that succeeded in getting FB to revise its policies. So maybe a free speech petition is another option to consider.
There are a couple of choice social networks particularly for naturists, though none match the quality and breadth of Facebook. We really desire a better choice for everyone, but til then, looks like we’re stuck dealing with fascistbook.
What would you think, readers? Or have some of you already given up and moved to Twitter or Tumblr?
This article about the dilemmas with Facebook Censorship was published by Young Naturists and Nudists America FKK
Tags: body shame, breastfeeding, breasts, censorship, pornography, social network, topfreedom and topfree equality
Category: Felicity’s Naturist Website, Nudist Blog, Pinky RantsHow Naked Yoga and Doing Young in The Nude Changed My Yoga Practice
(Guest Website by Naked Yoga Educator Isis Phoenix)
I towel dried my hair and sans clothing, I padded barefoot to my living-room and rolled out my yoga mat. I wanted to get a practice in before teaching yoga in the evening. For some reason on this particular special day I didn’t trouble to put on the regular stretchy pants and fitted I was newly married and living on the east coast not too far from the shores. that accompanied my yoga practice. I opted for the vogue of ‘au naturel’ instead of streamlining spandex. It was a whim.
I wasn’t what one would consider a naturist. I used It is tough to know exactly when or where my first bare experience was like except being very young playing in the water. have to be nude in my dwelling, nor was I one to seek out clothes-optional events. I ‘d never been to a unclothed beach. For some reason on that day, yet, I determined to practice yoga without clothing.
I was alone in my own Ny apartment. It was the middle of the day. The blinds were shut and I was alone – my mat, my breath, my body and all her imperfections. I sat, shut my eyes, and stilled my ideas.
The impulse for movement arose that lead me into a straightforward cat-and-cow movement on my hands and knees – arching and bending my back with each inhale and exhale – eyes closed. I stretched my way back into down-facing dog. I was naked. So that is why we wear spandex, I thought. I breathed.
I started a simple sun salute, moving through the familiar poses on my mat. In this sun salute I experienced for the first time what I’d call yoga. I want to clarify. I were practicing consistently for three years and had recently completed my yoga teacher training.
To say that this happenstance encounter, naked within my living room was the first time I experienced yoga was laughable to me. On the other hand, the minute it occurred I understood. Anything I believed was yoga before was now off the table. It was a moment that I can only just describe as that of a very complex lock that had been stuck for many years lining up and suddenly cracking open to reveal a secret portal to oneness.
Before that instant I could say my yoga practice was consistent but somewhat superficial. I had actual targets – longer headstands, mastering complex sequences, a practice of vegetarianism, attending classes three times weekly, learning Sanskrit. In this instant, however, the doors swung open and everything that was fragmenting my practice was shown.
Isis Phoenix Naked Yoga Instructor

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