This young diver just nailed the most difficult dive of his career. He knew he’d crushed it as soon as he hit the water, and he was so excited that he raced to the pool’s edge to see the judges’ scores.
The only problem is that when the diver hit the water, his speedo slipped down his legs and clear off his body. It was currently floating around in the water behind him as he emerged from the pool completely naked.
It will take him a few moments to realize why the audience is laughing uproariously. Only when he looks down and sees his shrunken manhood staring back at him will it dawn on him that he’s naked in front of all these spectators. He’ll run for the safety of the locker room, but it’ll be too late.
He may get a perfect score on his dive, but the news will only cover his little show…
It was determined that the coronavirus lives on fabric far longer than any other surface. In order to save the economy from collapse, the government made a hard decision: businesses could reopen, but workers would not be permitted to wear clothing.
Women were exempt from the rule, since forced nudity was considered a safety risk. Men, however, were permitted only an overcoat to wear outdoors if they were cold - otherwise they were to remain naked at all times.
Here we see a group of men waiting for the morning train on the first day of this new policy. While they’re happy to be returning to their jobs, they’re less thrilled with the exposure. Everyone they know at work is going to see them naked, and they won’t even get the satisfaction of seeing their female coworkers in the altogether.
The four boys stood out on the front lawn, their faces burning red as they sweated in the sunlight. The three doing their pushups are new on the team. The one watching over them is the team captain. He was supposed to monitor their training and make sure they earned their place on the team. Instead, Coach was informed that the four of them had been slacking during practice and had been spending the weekend drinking and partying.
So, Coach took away their uniforms and ordered them outside for a workout. If they wanted them back, they’d have to prove they wanted to play. If they didn’t impress Coach, all four of them would spend the next game on the sidelines, just as they were.
Only half an hour left in the workout, boys! Give the good people a show!
He never should have made the bet. He thought it was a sure thing - how could the 49ers possibly lose? Well, fate likes to play tricks on us all, and what he thought was impossible had become reality.
Now, instead of watching his friend walk a naked lap around the block, it was him making that long march of shame. Covering up wasn’t allowed. Neither was running. Just a long, slow walk with everything on display for passersby.
It would be the most humiliating moment of his life. At this point, all he can hope is that the streets aren’t too busy… and that he doesn’t get arrested.
“No, no, no!” Yelled Nick to himself. He had come to do his weekly load of laundry in the dorm basement just like he did every weekend. However, when he entered the laundry room he ran into a few of the members of the wrestling team. Nick wasn’t fond of them and had made it known publicly at a few drunken nights at some college parties. He figured he’s throw all of his clothes in and get it over with so he could go back to his room. However just as he had thrown all of his clothes from the basket into the wash he felt a hand on his shoulder. “Aren’t you forgetting some clothes there Nick?” Asked Alex the leader of the pack. “What? No. What the hell are you talking about?” Asked Nick wondering what he was asking. “I think you forgot some clothes to throw in the washer. Boys should we help him out?” Asked Alex grinning. The other two boys grabbed Nicks arms and held them as Alex preceded to strip Nick. First he yanked Nicks shirt off and threw it in the wash. Then he undid his belt and threw it aside. “Let’s see what kind of panties Nick is rocking today fellas,” said Alex. He undid Nicks pants and yanked them down. They all started laughing when they noticed that Nick was rocking Tighty whities. “Cute Nick, does your mommy still buy your undies?” Commented Alex. “Shut up assholes, in case you haven’t noticed it’s laundry day and these were all that were clean! Now let me go now!!” Shouted Nick. Alex paused for a second before going over to the washer and sorting through Nicks laundry. He threw out all of his underwear that weren’t tighty whities into a bag and threw them out the window. “Hmm looks like every day is going to be “laundry day apparel” for you. And just to make sure you comply let’s get some blackmail material,” said Alex grinning while snapping some pictures. Alex walked over to the washer, tossed Nicks pants in and started the machine. “Good thing these washers lock once started for security reasons. Wouldn’t want anyone stealing your clothes would you?” Laughed Alex as him and his buddies released Nick, snapped some more pictures and left the room. There stood Nick in nothing but his tighty whities and shoes and socks. It was going to take an hour to fill the washer was done. He had to hurry and find something to throw on before some sees him. Here he is going throw other washers and dryers trying to find some articles of clothing. So far he hasn’t found a single thing.
Poor guy… it’s going to be even worse when the machine jams and won’t pop open. He’ll have to muster up the nerve to walk to the front desk of the dorm and ask for help. It’s going to be a long wait in the crowded dorm lobby as he waits for a janitor to help him out… a long wait on display in just his tighty-whities…
The boys hated their sports physicals. It was bad enough being poked and prodded butt naked by doctors, but the complete lack of privacy was the absolute worst. They had to strip off their clothes in the back of the hall, line up in their birthday suits, and then wait in front of windows (!) as they awaited their turn.
For the boys in the front, it was only a couple of embarrassing minutes, but for the ones in the back, it was over an hour of humiliation. It only got worse when the girls heard about the show and gathered by the windows. Soon they’d know exactly how each boy in school looked naked… and there was nothing they could do about it.
I’ve been wanting to make a whole rant about this for months but I won’t because I have work right now. But I’m so, so fucking sick and tired of every single feminist post on this site being from TERFS.
Even if they’re not I still have to check their blog to make sure. Usually when they’re not I straight-up follow them out of sheer relief. But like…. 8 times out of 10 they are. And it just…
It boggles my mind how people who claim to be about liberation will turn around and openly oppress another, even smaller marginalized group. The right-wing bros don’t do that, because they don’t claim to be liberating anyone. It’s like…. You’re halfway there but then you dove straight into the mud.
op when she finds out what the f in terf stands for
It’s almost like radfems are the ones that actually care about women…
Also radical feminism completely contradicts conservative ideology. Female liberation is critical of the nuclear family, pro-choice, anti-religion, anti-war, anti-capitalist, and based on Marxism with an ideal society following the Nordic model.
You can admit you’re not knowledgeable on a subject, it’s okay. If you really cared about women, you’d stop calling them Terfs and actually read what the radical feminists are saying on here. I can also recommend some books that will help the brain rot.
I was literally almost indoctrinated on Pinterest by you guys when I was 14 but go off I guess. I didn’t because I hated the idea that womanhood meant living in fear when it doesn’t have to. Every time I read your posts I’d feel more fear than I felt before. That’s not what someone helping women and girls does.
I literally said in the tags that there were SOME good ideas but you have to wade through so much bullshit and hatred to get there. I HAVE done my research, and it filled me with fear and confusion and anger that some people could genuinely believe that the sole characteristic of womanhood is living in fear then turn around and support laws that make another marginalized group feel the same.
Also “if you really cared about woman” ma’am I am one (a cis one at that, since it matters so much to you) and I do indeed like having rights
“Almost indoctrinated on Pinterest” I know this may be contrary to the internet socialization you’ve been heavily through, as that phrasing clearly shows me how terminally online you are, but radical feminism isn’t a cult. I think you’re projecting a bit.
Many radfems, not all I’ll admit, want conversation and healthy debate. Of course, some on the internet are going to be crass and vile, but many radfems are seeking female community and personal betterment through the liberation that is our ideology.
I don’t understand how you can say you’ve done the research and admit that we even have some good points but then go on to say radfems “support laws that make marginalized groups feel the same.” Can you give me examples?
That’s a huge sweeping generalization with no specifics or proof.
Also to speak on your addition, I didn’t ask if were a woman and I don’t care that you are one. I’d reply the same even if you weren’t a woman.
You don’t have be a woman to care about women.
You keep changing and adding to your initial response lol
If you respond, I’ll reply tomorrow. If you want to continue this conversation while being polite, I’ll do the same.
Regardless, I’m sorry you were upset by what you found in radical feminism. Sometimes I get upset because of what radical feminism has shown me. I’m also sorry if any radfems have been rude to you as actions like that, from any side, are counterproductive and unnecessary.
I changed the response because so realized I had more to say and didn’t want to cloud up my reblogs. Like I said in my first post, I am busy with work and I truly cannot continue this conversation right now. I can make a longer response at some point but I know you will not listen to what I have to say.
I’m literally giving you opportunities to share your thoughts and am going out of my way to be nice. I don’t know how that means I “will not even listen to what you have to say.”
If you don’t want to continue talking, just say so. It’s fine with me. I wanted to read your response but apparently I’ve already written you off. Incredible
So I got a FREE BOOK OF MORMON in the airport because I (approached and) told a very kind group of Mormons the story of the last time I was approached by Mormons and I feel like you all need to hear this:
So I was just walking to class one day and these two nicely dressed Mormon boys call out to me. I’m glad they’re out here spreading the word of Jesus, but I DO NOT HAVE TIME FOR THIS. So they’re walking toward me and I just shout I HAVE FOUND JESUS THANK YOU SO MUCH!
Suddenly Mormon Boy (I think his name was Gabe, but I’m not sure) gets really flustered and starts stuttering and I’m like Oh God I Broke The Evangelist. After recovering fro his shock he’s still very shaken up and is like “Uh…. that’s great I’m glad you found Jesus….. I was just trying to tell you I like your shirt…”
oops
Sorry, Gabe. Or whatever your name is. I was too busy being absolutely mortified to take a second look at your name tag.
Trying out making my own diapered loser poster ! Let me know what you all think! Also as always reblog, share, and spread my exposure and humiliation anywhere you want!
