10 Questions about Naturism

Naturism means sex. Those who like to be naked are weird people that would like to have sex with everyone. Naturism is dangerous for children.
There are only a few bias about naturism, but are they true? I answer to 10 of the most spread fears and prejudices about this type of vacation. Being naked on a beach, is it good or evil?

How bad could millions of naturists be to bring their family to a Naturist beach?

• You feel judged.

Wrong, completely wrong. When you take off your clothes you can understand the only person is looking up your body is you and nobody else. You could feel as others are muttering about your fat, your cellulite, your small/big breasts but it's like when you ask to somebody about your look before a party. It's not important what he says because you'll 'read' what you want in his words.

• You must look perfect because normally the swimsuit covers your imperfections.

Wrong because of what I wrote early. Nobody looks at you and if you look around you see only people completely focused on themselves.

• There are only gays.

It's easy to find homosexuals but also in the normal beaches. Then, it's possible to find homosexuals because they have a good relationship with their bodies and because naturism is a practice that others see with suspect and some homosexuals could feel comfortable being in a protected and open-mind environment.

• There are only voyeurs.
It can be, but there are protected areas in which this type of people are not allowed to come in. For example, there are Naturist Resort such as Vera Playa Club in Vera, Spain, where you must be a naturist to be in the swimming pool area and you must be naked to be in that place. Generally, voyeurs don't like to take off their clothes, but they would feel uncomfortable if they are surrounded by naked people that watch him. At last, there are voyeurs in common beaches as well, maybe even more.

• All naturists are fat and old.

The same, there are old people as in normal beaches. But I ask you: why an elderly woman should love being nude on a beach without thinking of consequences? Because she knows that nobody looks at her and nobody blames her for it. She's protected and fine with her soul.

• Nudism brings to sex.

It's the opposite. Try to watch porn videos and nude women for 24 hours a day for days and days. Try to eat pizza every day for months... What will happen? You'll hate pizza and porn.

Having nude people around you will clean your ideas about sex. It's just our bodies and nothing else.

• What if I have an erection?

What if I'm bold? Nothing, because erection is as normal and natural as a bold head. But what if I've got an erection under my swimsuit? Probably somebody could looks at me grumbling 'look at that hogs!'.

• Naturism is for swingers.

It could happen if you go to some swingers' places as Cap d'Agde (the swingers' area in the city) or some Swingers Resorts but generally naturism beaches are full of families and people that don't like swingering. More, there is an old war between naturists and swingers.

• It's a sin.

Sex is also a sin, looking at others' wives or girls is a sin, even having a tasty meal is a sin but everybody has sex or eats, so? If you're talking about 'sin' implies you believe in God. Remember the Bible: He created Adam and Adam was naked. Then Adam betrayed God and he felt guilty. God sent him off the Eden and in the Earth he understood he was naked.

So, if I read well:

   Eden = house of God = nakedness

   Earth = house of Adam = clothes

How could be a sin if nakedness is a natural state in the house of God?

Dad, look at there! There is a sinner!

What? They are nine questions? Oh yes, bcause the tenth will be yours!

Some books about this subject:

• The Complete Guide to Nudism & Naturism

• The Freedom of Naturism: A Guide for the How and Why of Adopting a Naturist Lifestyle
• About Cap d'Agde, one of the biggest Naturist area in Europe
• A must-have book: Originally published in London 1931, this book contains an in-depth study of early nudism or naturism in Europe and America
• "Nice Girls Can Be Nudists Too!", by Liz Egger

The power of the people

One of the most interesting aspects in the videogaming world is the 'console world'. Since the first years we've seen a war against some big companies which faced them up to get more customers. Commodore-Atari. Nintendo-Sega. Sony-Microsoft and so forth...

In the last decade we've had three big companies fighting with their consoles: Nintendo (Gamecube, Wii), Sony (Playstation), Microsoft (Xbox). 

The last generation was won by Nintendo with its Wii, at least in terms of sellings and creativity. In terms of powerful and hardcore-gamers wishes the winner were the others which has splitted up the large people of videogamers.

Now it's time for a new generation and after the first little failure by Nintendo (the WiiU really risks to be an epic fail), we have two new consoles looming up. 

Sony's Ps4 and Microsoft's X1.

Who will win? Anybody can know it now and we'll have to wait next winter for using them. What we can see now it's how even a big company as Microsoft can change its strategies.

Since their first apparition the Sony's one seemed to be closer to customers but only because the Microsoft's one seemed too much 'against the actual customers or potention ones'. For years, Microsoft had been working on a console with a lot of constrictions. You needed to be always connected on internet to use it. It was impossible to use second-hand videogames (and this would has meant no chance to sell the completed games) and other things like those. 

A nightmare for customers who saw this as a gauntlet threw them up by Microsoft.

Ah, X1 costs 100$ more than Ps4.

A dotty suicide.

And here it is the amazing lesson. Customers reacted wherever on these decisions and only one week after their announcements Microsoft claims they are changing everything. No restrinction, no boundaries, no always on, yes second-hand games. 

Customers-Big company: 6-0. Game, Set, Match.

Amazing.

This is one of the funny reaction on Microsoft's politics:

http://youtu.be/6gHRR_R-Hcc

How do I imagine the Heaven?

 I didn't know what I could expect from it. I knew it was a good videogame because I read some enthusiastic comments around the web but I didn't know it could hypnotize me as well as it has done. I'm talking about 'Bioshock Infinite', but don't worry. This post is not a review of this videogame because I have to finish yet. However, stay tuned... I'll do it soon.

So, now I'd want to write the revelation it suggested on me. The story behind the game is not very important, the only thing you need to know is that the game starts with the Hero who arrives in a new world, in a room similar to a cavern or a cave, a basement that seems a Church: candles, Holy statues, Hymns and the song. The Song.

I didn't know it but since I've listen to it I can't get it out of my mind.

It's "Will the circle be unbroken", an old song from 1907 written by Ada R. Haberson and Charles H. Gabriel, who composed the melody. It's an old Christian hymn and it's really hypnotical. I don't find any better word to describe it.

It suggested me so much thoughts that I couldn't sleep once I was upon my bed later.

The song's theme is the mourning. It's about loved people who passes away, going to the Sky, and writing "Sky" with the capital S I mean the House of the Lord. It's a kind of hopeness' song because it gives us the opportunity to think one day we'll meet them again. And the family will rejoin again.

The fact is that the song is so ethereal and celestial and stunned that it pushes you to think about the Sky, the Heaven, the Lord. So, how do I imagine the Heaven?

Here it is the surprise. I don't see the Heaven as it has been designed by Dante Alighieri. I don't see clouds, children with wings or blonde hair, a lot of people without sex and wore with a white outfitters. No, I see a different Heaven. I fancy it as 'Second Life'.

Do you know 'Second Life'? The social web-world?

I imagine a place with sense of time because there are both daylight and nightlife, but where there's no rush hours, anybody in haste, no traffic. 

A world where people can fly, if they want and without wings, just because they want.

A world very similar to the real one but where everybody can create his own house or place just with his mind. Where there are money but they're not so important because the appetite and the survival are not in danger. So everybody can work but only if they want because in my Heaven the job is not necessary to earn money to spend for survive, the job is creativity, it's an expression of what we are.

Do you like to be a writer? Let's do it even if anybody will pay you for a book. Do you like to be a chef or an artist? Do it. 

A world where there aren't consequences for your actions because you can't be hurt and you can't die. 

A place where the relationships are important but where you can also be by yourself. A world where you can find the same things you can find on the planet earth but without the ache and the stress we have here.

A world where you can create your part of the world because there aren't boundaries. A place where you can spend hours and hours without doing anything or travelling seeing what others have done or working just because you like and not because you need.

A world with sex, of course, because sex is God's present for humans and in his world it couldn't miss. Here sex isn't breed-oriented but it's just for our pleasure. And if you don't like your dimension or a part of your body, well, change it. There are specific shops where you can change something of your body, more muscles for your arms, a turtle for your stomach, even new hair. There is only one boundary: you can't change your face because of it is your business card, your personal key to be recognized.

A world where you can go to theaters or to discoclubs for dancing, wherever you want.

A world where you can also watch what happens to the real one because the televisor has every tv channels existent in the world. And then there are the specific channels: they show the life of the person you want to see. Your brother or husband or other is still on the earth? You can follow him on the tv. As if it was the 'Big Brother' tv show: you can watch him but you can't get into his life.

This is the Heaven I'd like. No sorrow, no bad news, no Bible. I see a world similar to ours, but without the bad things we are here. 

The perfect world.

Unfortunately I guess there's no Heaven...

Let's watch this movie and then tell me if you'll manage to sleep tonight or you'll be kept by your thoughts... 

LYRIC

There are loved ones in the glory

Whose dear forms you often miss.

When you close your earthly story,

Will you join them in their bliss?

CHORUS:

Will the circle be unbroken

By and by, by and by?

Is a better home awaiting

In the sky, in the sky?

In the joyous days of childhood

Oft they told of wondrous love

Pointed to the dying Saviour;

Now they dwell with Him above.

(Chorus)

You remember songs of heaven

Which you sang with childish voice.

Do you love the hymns they taught you,

Or are songs of earth your choice?

(Chorus)

You can picture happy gath'rings

Round the fireside long ago,

And you think of tearful partings

When they left you here below.

(Chorus)

One by one their seats were emptied.

One by one they went away.

Now the family is parted.

Will it be complete one day?

(Chorus)

Fears of the Future?

I've been working as a journalist for years. I officially started in 1992 but I'm pretty sure to say I was born journalist. When I was 9 I used to write and designing a newspaper about soccer every day after my school day.

However, I officially started in 1992 when the "Messaggero" newspaper published an article of mine. I've been walking through these years working for many newspapers in Italy and in the US, I've changed my style moving up to the editor-in-chief position creating a lot of magazines bringing them to the highest level. 

Now I'm about to change everything. I'm on the verge to change what I've done for 37 years to move on somewhere else. And somewhat else. 

Latest news: one of the magazines I use to work with has been sold. I'm not a seer, but I guess the others will follow the same doom. Is it good? Sure, a big chapter of my life is closing. 

I can't say it's a whole book because of I could start over working as journalist somewhere else, maybe abroad.

I'm working a lot on my English language. I know it's not perfect, I know I'm still making a lot mistakes while I write on this blog but if you read posts I wrote a couple of months ago and you compare them to what I'm writing now, you know, you can find a big difference. It'm not perfect but it's quite better, and this is the first step onto one of the patterns that will bring me to the Future.

I'm on the left side of a river. I see my Future on the other side but between us there is a river. It's a big, strong, wild river. I look at it and I ask to myself: what am I doing to across?

A lot. Whilst I see my old city (my first 37 years) becoming every day farther, I'm working on my boats which will help me to across the river. 

Now, it doesn't matter the items of these boats, the issue is: am I ready to go over? Am I ready to step forward? Am I ready to start over?

I guess anyone is really ready to start something new, I think people just jump into the future and than, whatever happens will make our personal history.

I'm not on this mood yet. I'm still stuck on the left side of the river. But I feel that fire, the energy that moves the world, is just raising up inside me. Will it be sufficient to move on? 

I'm pretty sure. 

Anybody is ready to start. It's just a question of jumpin in. But any jump is going to be good without the Energy. And I'm starting to feel it....

Fears of Future? No, excited by the unknown Future.

Spice Girls against the world. They're over, unfortunally

I'll always keep the late 90s with much feelings on my memories because there was one of my first professional starts. I had already been a journalist when I moved to Rome for starting over in a young media company specialized in teen magazines. It was the 1997's and something was about to happen. We were in the midst of a new sunrise in pop music with artists as Britney Spears, Ricky Martins, the Backstreet Boys and mainly the English pop group 'Spice Girls' that overcomed the world with their joyous, jolly scream 'Girl power'. Victoria, Mel B, Mel C, Emma and Geri were five youngsters with no fear to go against the English traditions (as when Geri touched the Prince Charles' royal butt) or the worldwide prejudices.

15 years after we are over them, and they still fight prejudices, but actually they have lost.

Last March there was the 'Viva Forever' musical debut in London, based on their songs. After just a couple of months the producer announced she'll cut off the show.

Even thought who has seen it during these months has liked it a lot, there have been a lot of bad reviews by critics that axed the show. For them it is rubbish, but if we go to read their columns we just find they don't write about the show or its quality, rather about the Spice girls' music which is still considered junk music.

This is really grated on because you can like or not a musical genre or singer but if you must review a show you should rate the direction, the actors' performances on the stage and so forth.

Just to know, in London there is the 'Let it be' musical based on Beatles' songs. Well, it had been good reviewed by critics but you must know it's not a 'musical', it's a normal concert played by a normal cover band (as other millions wherever in the world) that just sings songs wore as Beatles used to wear. Stop. No script, no acting, no show, just a concert. For them this is 'outstanding'.

I saw the 'Viva forever' show two nights ago and I must say it's funny, brilliant and even symphatetic. If I gotta find a problem I just can point out the acting style (too much cartooned) and on the story: here we have the same producer of 'Mamma mia' musical and her hand is evident: we have a bad relationship between a young girl and her mother too. The same message underneath the other worldwide acclaimed show.

'Viva Forever' is fine food for Spice's fans  but it's interesting even for others.

It's a mock of modern talent shows (who says 'x factor'?) where a judge decides to split up a group of 4 girls to transform one of them into a star. The judge hardly works on her, creating fake gossips, a fake identity and a fake look only to make money.

If critics had been more attentive they could even find a critic from the show to the Spice Girls' original business itself.

The show will end up at the end of June. After, it will be a part of the history and I'm sorry if you'll have lost it, I'm not. I saw it and it was great.

(SHORT STORY) If you are

It wasn't a good moment to me. I woke up early that morning because of my sorrow. Cecilia had just ditched me the day before and I was devastated about it. I don't know where I found the energies to arise from the bed, wearing the first clothes I found around and just moved out. I was utterly mixed up, with my rowdy hair, the unlight glimpse, and the one-week-beard rambling around my thoughtful way. I felt myself as a used, dirty wipe with no motivation to do anything else than just having a big, strong, cup of coffee.

I was absent on the road.

My mind just came back to the evening before, the nightmare one. 

She was in front of me, looking at me with her huge, shiny eyes. Her flushy chicks, her irresistible mole, just a little maroon point above her left eyebrow drawn by God in person to let people focusing their attention to her celestial eyes, a stunning blue ones where you can dip into till being drowned on her soul. Sunken.

She looked at me, but her expression wasn't as good as usual. She had disappeared the days before: I phoned her, I went to her house, I wrote emails, texts to her but nothing, I had desperately sought her until she called to me to arrange a date. 'A meeting' as she said.

'We must talk'.

Sitting in the same bar where we used to go the sound of her voice wasn't as charmed as it generally was. She muttered something like 'I've thought a lot about us...' or 'I'm not so polite to deserve such a stunner as you...' and something like that, but I couldn't figure out till the atomic bomb she swoop on me:

'I slept with another guy and I assume I'm falling in love with him'...

What had happened from that moment I can't say but I only remember the scariest time for a lover when she got rid of my number from her mobile.

'I'm so much respectful of you, I must do it, it's over....'

I always remember the crispy roughness of that last 'r'........

Finally I found a 'Starbucks' and I came in. Waiters' smiles seemed so enjoying and this tackled to the mine, compelled, one. I ordered a tall Americano and I beared my cup on the chair close to the big, beamed wind.

I looked at outside. It was rainy and people run in haste. Everybody run and this was in contrast with the little white bag which have been fluttered into the air by the wind's breath. As if Good wanted me to focus my attention to the small white part of our dark, deep, chilled life.

I wondered if people could comprehend how terrible a life can be. Why people like to love if they must suffer after?

Suddenly, I felt a soft touch on my shoulder. I turned around and I saw a girl about thirty. 

'May I sit on this chair or...'

I even didn't know there were others, but I saw one just near me and I nooded. She sat down and I could feel her warmth, her smell, and if I closed my eyes and was really attentive I could even feel her thoughts.

'Do you know how does the internet connection work here?'

I came back to me for a while and I explained how to connect the mobile to her and I was able to see her better.

A squared face with some flaws and a pair of small brown eyes: she had a Japanese charming whilst she was American.

I came back to my coffee and to my sadness for the next 24 hours or maybe it's how much it seemed to me.

My deep memories with Cecilia were snagged for the second time by this girl.

'Excuse me, I know I'm disturbing you, but I really need an help. May I ask you for doing me a favour?'

'Sure'

'I know it's a weird request, but might you come along with me to the restroom? I'm claustrophobic and I can't lock the door, so if you could control nobody comes in...'

'As in the school'

'Exactly! Please...'

'Needless to say. Let's go'

I let my coffee on the table and I came along with her. The restroom was occupied and so we enjoyed a talk. After a little of chitchat she dipped into a more intimate row and she explained me she came to London after she had been cheaten on by her fiancee. She told me she had found a therapist here who was working on letting her emotions flew away trying to get her life and her mind back with a new method: she should do everything her mind ordered to her without any filters. For just 1 month. She swore me it was working fine even though she had just undertaken it.

It was interesting and my ongoing attentive mind was just wondering if I could arrange an interview with this therapist when the restroom door was opened. An elderly man came out a bit astonished by our presence. 

'Ok, it's my turn. So, don't let anybody come in, right?'

'Right! I'm gonna be your watchdog!'

She came in. I was alone, again, but now I had a different mood as if something were gonna change.

'Excuse me, could you come in? I assume that guy didn't know how to flush... I'm worn, don't worry', and the door was opened ahead of me. She was doing something on the toilet:

'Holy shit, what a fucking mess! It's disgusting! Please, help me with this fucking toilet paper...'

Once I was in the restroom she jumped quickly behind me, she lock the door and hug me with her arms. She kissed me.

I was stuck. I only felt her tongue whirling inside me.

'I must do whatever I want and now I want you to have sex with me' she claimed.

She triggered a sexual strip ahead of me. She took off her shirt showing off a black bra with little pink lines and a purple butterfly. I looked at her tits squeezed in the bra. My attention was called to by a thread that dropped by her teenage pink underpants. Her skirt was already on the floor and now she was almost nude in front of me.

'Look at me. Do I like you?'

I stared at her, my breath was hold it back in my lungs. My hands trembled and a lot of shivers run away up and down on my skin wherever on my body.

What was happening to me?

I couldn't figure out and I even didn't have the time to because she took off my soup-stained-shirt before touching my nipples and my abdominals. Then, she went on her knees to open my pants. I was in a dirty and stink public bathroom with only my underpants on and an almost nude girl, one in front of the other.

She undertook taking her bra off letting me to see the most perfect breast I've ever seen on my entiere life. Then she strip her underpants as well, and it was stunning! There were no hair on her body under her neck. Outstanding!

She kissed me again and again, on a so passionated way I suddenly turned on. She slashed my underpants with a single move and descend on my sex to enjoy it as a newborn does with his breastfeeding. 

Everything lasted just few minutes but they were stirring! 

After, we wore our clothes on and we went out. Anybody in the bar had noticed anything. 

She thanked me a lot before getting away in the street. She didn't give her phone number or real name to me because she wasn't interested in falling in love again and so early. She was concerned I could be the One, and she didn't want to. 

I was outside the 'Starbucks', alone, but II felt me really different.

I was in the same place, just few minutes later a ghost had come into.

That ghost is a new man now, and if I got me back I'd have to thank this misterious girl descend on me from somewhere to save me. With sex.

Thank you, wherever you are. If you are.

English, a game to win

I'm so excited about my next steps. I dunno what I can expect for my future and this thrills me and it frights me meantime.

I'm working a lot on improving my English and I feel more confident handling it. This was my goal before coming in London and I admit I can easily watch English language movies and reading English books. I need more time, more experience to say I'm fine with but I feel I'm on the right pattern. 

I'm gonna work on it, even in the class I'm about to attend next friday. 

This professional course is about Coaching, a job I really love and it'll be completely in English, of course. Will it be easy? I don't think so, I'm also a but scared of it because I risk to go there and being with no-breath for the whole time, looking at these guys moving their mouths without understanding 'em. As a fish on its bowl looks at outside.

I must be a wally, but this 10-days group is what I've been waiting for months. I will test my English more than 10 hours a day for 10 days and it'll be very hard for my mind and for my English. 

Cool! I've always tought we can improve if we test us in an uncomfortable situation and sunken in strong ones.

Am I going to harm myself? Dunno, but it's what I must undertake to take over me.

Maybe it's my last chance to work hardly on my skills. If it is fine, after I'll be ready to work wherever in the world. US? UK? Dunno, but I can't ask for something good without a good English. And I wannabe a star of my life, not a secondary partner, not a bungle actor. 

I'm gonna strive for it, I stick to my ideas and to my skills. I'm stubborn, I'll do it.

It's strain, I know, it's a struggle to face it up thoroughly to drop out as a winner.

I know, somebody could find last lines a bit romped down me but I need to foster myself.

I know what I can do and I know what I can catch up with. I just have to let me go, to let me coming up and I'll see where my life's gonna bear me. 

I don't like to beef, I don't mock and I'm not joking. Life is a game to play seriously. And I wanna win.

We live into a social pyramid

It's the idea inside Nick Hornby's novel 'About a boy': 'we live in the top of a social pyramid made by all people we know. If one of this gets away we must take him over with somebody else. The stronger the feeling we have, more stable the pyramid is. So, if you lose a brick of your pyramid, go to find someone else quickly'.

Is it really true?

Let's think about it. Everyone of us has got thousands friends or just acquaintances, but only few of them are really bound with us. These people are our familiars, our friends, our colleagues and our bosses and all of them gel our pyramid and our social life altogheter.

So is Hornby right?

I don't think so.

This people complete my pyramid but everyone of them has a different bear on me. I'm gonna score them with a number from 1 (non interested) to 10 (he's even more important than me).

For example. 

- My wife: 10

- My brother: 9

- My friend Piace: 7

and so on till a friend I don't hang anymore but I used to go with. As a former fiancée, for instance: 1.

Every one has a number and this number has been made by his behaviours with me or by his thoughts or by the idea I got of him.

What if a 8 gets away? Can I take him over with a 4? Or a 6? Of course not.

Whether a 10 flies away from me (as my sister died last year) I must realize she's not with me at first, then I can reshape mypyramid increasing numbers of somebody or allowing estranger to come in. But a stranger is supposed to match the previous score or being even more than. Only then my pyramid will have a new balance. 

I can't switch a person with another one. We are not bricks, we are humans withfeelings. And we weep. Infact, we mees to wep.

Is the world around us talking about us?

I was watching a short video on Youtube about how pretty dogs are when I was pounded by a sudden question: is the world around us talking to us in order to warn and protect us?

In this video there was a dog and his owner, who was depressed and sorrow. The dog followed his steps really close helping him to cook an omelette (the video is titled 'Omelette') and there is a scene where the man was about to cut some vegetables but he almost cut his fingers. So, the dog yelled him as he could be warned.

Is it real?

It's what zen masters used to call 'signals', it's the idea of the Hollywood's blockbuster 'Serendipity', it's what somebody calls 'the Angels' voice': are really there signs to help us living better our life?

I like this idea, I always like it. We are free to act as we like because there's no a Big Deal for us (Destiny, Doom), on the other hand we have the chance to follow a Good Deal if we know how to decyfrate them...

It's like the dog: did it bark him to warn him or jut because of is a dog? 

I guess everybody has his own answer and it depends on how good is in 'justifism'. 

What do I mean with it?

Well, imagine the followed situation:

You have a date, a fantastic one with the most beautiful girl in the world. You've set up everything, you are ready to whatever when your pants snag exactly when you're about to go out.

It's a snag you can't fix quickly, you need to change your whole outfit and this get you on late at your meeting. The girl has waited for you too much and now has gone. You are alone in the restaurant with a lost chance to spend an epic night. For instance it's an epic fail. Your think flows straightly to that damn pants!

Well, the day after you go to the taylor to fix it and there you meet a recruit girl just hired. You start talking with her, she's funny, beautiful, tall, bright eyes, with a fluttered voice and with a body gelled by god. You fall in love. This is how you've met your wife.

So. Are you the one who thanks the snag? Who has snagged your pants?

Why have they snagged exactly in that moment and not 5 minutes of 1 hour before when you had the time to change everything?

He could wear the first pant in the closet or he could call her saying about the accident or many other actions but if he was a problem solving-oriented guy maybe the 'World' sent him another sign: he was not supposed to go to that date and he should meet the other one.

Isn't it what every religions say? As for every effects there is an early action you have to pray and thanks God (or the one you prefer) for what he gives you. Are you ill? Thank God so you are now able to understand the life better than before.

Do you want a job but every time you try to get it they had refused you? Thank God so you can find a new and better one.

Hegel talked about this: it's real only what we can see and understand with the reason. If we can't understand something so it doesn't exist.

Here we have the opposite: try to find a logic in whatsoever.

Who's right: Hefel or everyone else?

Anyway, next time a dog will bark me I'll take care....

Cunnilingus causes cancer? Oh gosh...

No, come on, this is too much. Well, I can figure out people want to avoid any risks in having a cancer or another illness but here we're on the verge of a huge social psycosis.

What are you ready to miss for earning some years more?

Only last month we early saw Angelina Jolie accept a mastectomy to avoid the risk of breast's cancer and now we read about Michael Douglas affirmation, according to which cunnilingus could cause throat's cancer. 

What? What? What?

A journalist asked him about possible causes of his cancer, which was diagnosized to him on 2010 and that it's supposed to be won. He answered it wasn't caused by smoking or stress or something like these but by cunnilingus.

It's supposed to be caused by the HPV (human papillomavirus) which lives in the vagina's moist. It's a virus that can cause a lot of physical problems effectly, but not always. There are dozens different types of and almost everyone of us has already got it because it's generally synptomless and maybe we'll never have any kind of problems. Yes, because it's easy to get and fortunally only a bunch of types of it are dangerous for throat or cervice.

In Uk and somewhere else a preventive campaign has already started with british girls already vacinated against it so actually Britains can be quiet (men and women) but I'd like to switch the issue to another point.

Angelina Jolie's surgery has boosted mastectomies operations, a surgery generally used as last chance to fight it, all over the world.

Now Michael Douglas' declarations will stop cunnilingus pleasure? We already imagine a couple in its own intimate moment with the girl spreading her legs waiting for him who's already taking a shower refusing to give her pleasure 'because I don't wanna a throat cancer'.

This can be right for whatever else. 

Will everyone with an ill in his house carry him somewhere else to avoid the 'Bipolars Disturb' suffered by Catherina Zeta Jones during her husband's illness? She was along with him during those terrible days, looking after him, side-by-side when he went to hospitals for his cures and while he was sicks made by medicines. Now he's over but she's still facing up the struggle against her mind, her anxious, the fear that everything could start again (a condition well-known by anxious ills). 

What could she do before to avoid this? Sure she could do as Angelina: she could ditches her husband: 'Sorry sweetie but I can't handle your illness so bye bye'. 

What about love, compassion and living together?

Could cunnilingus raise the risk of a troat cancer? There are less chances than die by a brick swooping down the head. 

Cunnilingus is a fantastic experience for both women and men. Smell her taste, feel her vibrations, hear her groans, enjoy that amazing anaesthetyc sensation in the mouth and especially in the tongue... It's so stirring! 

It's like the fellatio (men have a 10% chance to get the virus but women the 3,6%): what the hell is there better than it? Even it can have some risks but if we start to avoid everything could be fairly dangerous we will finish to stop our living. 

Up to assist ills even though this means I could suffer by anxious.

Up to have a controlled and safe sex because sex is the most stunning action in the nature.

Up to prevention but not on a strong prevention.

My sister died last September after a life without sigarettes, drugs, junky food, loaf habits or strange sex. She lived a perfect healthy life, and she was killed by a cancer at 48.

I always remember her words in last months: If I had known it I'd had lived a different life. I'd have followed pleasures and not fears...