VN AfterTaste

“Security” checkpoints at airports and courts are rolling out pseudo-naked radio beam scanning booths. For your protection. The picture reminds one of the disintegration booth on that episode of Star Trek.

Alex Moskwa asks “Will you probe me next, please sir?”

The security guy monitoring the scanner is behind a wall so you never see him and he never sees you, to keep things impersonal. I’m not sure if that makes it better or worse. I don’t find it exactly appealing to have to flash a stranger my junk for the privilege of riding in a steel tube. I’d kind of like the opportunity to look the person in the eye who’ll be seeing if I’m having a left or right hanging day. Plus if the security person turns out to be a chic… and hot (a big perhaps I know) I’ll maybe consider sucking in my gut when standing in the nudity reactor.

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“Security” is all the rage.

State of the nation, Strip search for the soul by me

If we were not such a prudish civilization we would travel in security, naked, without pockets, packs, or sneakers with which to conceal weapons. The only weapon would be keen intellect, the most dreaded and reviled weapon, and the least seen in our society. After all, who would dare?

We could never go naked as a civilization. The moralists would never allow it. They hate public safety. A naked person is an unashamed person. And an unashamed person has no need to seek confession or repentance. Naked people, you see, have no shame. That’s why moralists say to them “Have you no shame!”
Because the moralists have shame. And envy. Which they suppress. Which deepens their shame. Understanding is the first step toward damnation.
That’s why strip searches happen in a room nearby, as opposed to out in the open- for the sake of decency.

Now you will be irradiated while a security worker in a room somewhere looks at you pseudo-naked. It’s all to protect your decency. And to help you feel secure.