That is the one thing I don’t miss about 'Murica. Here in my country, we don’t have loitering laws, we have plenty of plazas to sit outside and enjoy the nice weather with our fellow countryfolk, and we can sit outside our homes on the sidewalk by pulling out a lawn chair. Hell, I can legally have public sex and the police can’t do shit if nobody complains. THIS is what freedom looks like, and yes, it looks uncouth next to those perfectly cut evergreen lawns.
Lol! Yes, you got it. When people say “land of the free” I’m like, ok, but can you smoke weed on the street? Can you fuck out in the open? Can you plop your ass down where you damn please? Can you live your life without worrying about your next ticket over some bullshit?
And not to give anybody wild ideas about how we live, because we usually don’t do this stuff. But you could and that makes all the difference.
Frankly, I’m free-sprited enough to have evoked literally every example you put forth. I’ve zipped along at more than 200kph on empty roads, fucked in parks and hiking trails, explored and photographed unauthorized areas…
But none of it was allowed. I just know how to bend rules, and how to fight the legal charges I occasionally get.
That reminds me of the time where some young adults broke into an abandoned building downtown and were so unbothered to hide themselves drinking out on the broken window sills with their legs out. Like, ok, I guess at least you’re not drinking in public which is illegal? xD
Haha, one time during some celebrations over here I saw a guy on the 2nd floor of his apartment getting fellated, one leg out the window. No awning, nothing.
Just human hubris, and I was joyous for all of it.
Nothing can replace my joy at seeing people live on their terms, as long as they’re not hurting anyone. Nonconsensually, to be specific 😉
That is the one thing I don’t miss about 'Murica. Here in my country, we don’t have loitering laws, we have plenty of plazas to sit outside and enjoy the nice weather with our fellow countryfolk, and we can sit outside our homes on the sidewalk by pulling out a lawn chair. Hell, I can legally have public sex and the police can’t do shit if nobody complains. THIS is what freedom looks like, and yes, it looks uncouth next to those perfectly cut evergreen lawns.
I love this, writing from shit-ass perversion of the idea of freedom America.
Lol! Yes, you got it. When people say “land of the free” I’m like, ok, but can you smoke weed on the street? Can you fuck out in the open? Can you plop your ass down where you damn please? Can you live your life without worrying about your next ticket over some bullshit?
And not to give anybody wild ideas about how we live, because we usually don’t do this stuff. But you could and that makes all the difference.
Okay but if you dobt have slaves, and cant force them to fight to the death for your amusement, is it even freedom?
Frankly, I’m free-sprited enough to have evoked literally every example you put forth. I’ve zipped along at more than 200kph on empty roads, fucked in parks and hiking trails, explored and photographed unauthorized areas…
But none of it was allowed. I just know how to bend rules, and how to fight the legal charges I occasionally get.
That reminds me of the time where some young adults broke into an abandoned building downtown and were so unbothered to hide themselves drinking out on the broken window sills with their legs out. Like, ok, I guess at least you’re not drinking in public which is illegal? xD
Haha, one time during some celebrations over here I saw a guy on the 2nd floor of his apartment getting fellated, one leg out the window. No awning, nothing.
Just human hubris, and I was joyous for all of it.
Nothing can replace my joy at seeing people live on their terms, as long as they’re not hurting anyone. Nonconsensually, to be specific 😉