I've recently resumed my nightime nude driving activities. I usually go out after it's already dark (although I have tried a little bit during the day, but it's a bit trickier when people can see inside your car in broad daylight), and start out clothed. Within a few blocks I usually shed my pants/skirt, shoes, socks, and/or panties, but usually keep my top on for awhile in case people see me. I'll use my left foot to drive (gas and break - automatic), and will slip my right leg over the arm rest and across the passenger seat and rest my foot on the passenger door handle, which spreads me apart pretty nicely. I then have unrestricted access to my pussy while I drive.

The German philosopher Martin Heidegger tells us that when an object or desire passes from concealment to revelation, truth appears.

When I was in sixth grade, I went on my first date, with a guy named Mike. We walked to a pizza parlor. Over pepperoni slices and Cokes, we talked, although I have no memory of what we talked about. I know that I spent a lot of time worrying about what to wear; eventually I settled on my Sergio Valente jeans and a blue jacket. Afterward, he walked me back to my house. I remember that I liked him and had fun with him. On Monday at school, girls asked me for details, and the most pressing question seemed to be "Did you kiss?" I panicked: I forgot to kiss him. Later that week, the teacher separated the girls and boys and marched us into different classrooms. We watched a filmstrip about menstruation and reproduction. The teacher told us about fallopian tubes, ovaries, and tampons. I paid attention, but it had little relevance to my life since I was still stressing about not locking lips with Mike. Among my friends, I was one of the only ones who had even gone on a date. I was supposed to kiss him or let him kiss me, and in my genuine giddiness, I totally flubbed it. I've changed a lot in the 20 years since then, but so has an entire generation of young adults.

"I disregard the proportions, the measures, the tempo of the ordinary world. I refuse to live in the ordinary world as ordinary women. To enter ordinary relationships. I want ecstasy. I am a neurotic -- in the sense that I live in my world. I will not adjust myself to the world. I am adjusted to myself."

We know how fundamental nudity was to Greek culture. It really appealed to the exhibitionism and the vanity of the Greeks. Only barbarians were afraid to show their bodies. The nude athletes would parade like peacocks up and down the stadium. Poets would write in a shaky hand these wonderful odes to the bodies of the young men, their skin the color of fired clay.

But other cultures, like the Persians and the Egyptians, looked at these Greek men oiling one another down and writhing in the mud, and found it very strange. They believed it promoted sexual degeneracy.

nyo (女) - woman
tai (体) - body
mori (盛り) - helping, plateful, serving, arrangement, etc.

All we did was register a forum (which has now been taken down by the service provider, but we have a backup) and fill it with fictional posts by fictional Toothing ’sceners. A week later, we had what appeared to be a vibrant UK Toothing community all ready to roll, and I sent the link off to Gizmodo, a gadget blog. They reported it (you can see that first story here, with a credit at the end to ‘S’, my super-subtle pseudonym). Everyone else linked to / blogged / ripped off their story. Things started to roll, and we became a ludicrous, implausible meme. In turn, that brought Real People to our forum. Others created forums for their localities - Sweden, Denmark, Italy, whatever.

A few days later, the print media requests started coming. We kept a record at the start of where we were mentioned, but there were soon too many to record in full. There are hundreds of tiny anecdotes, though. I had to write Penthouse-letters-page style sexual adventure stories for a full page article and interview in The Telegraph.