Because if there is something sacred and holy in the ground I walk upon, I want to be as close to it as possible.
It seems we have gone full circle in regard to clothing. It was made to protect the family and it has turned into one of the things that wedges it apart. It stresses the parents who have additional, non-trivial chores because of it; it stresses the children because their parents are stressed and nervous about family members appearing naked before other family members, and because they would rather not wear clothing occasionally.
I've had a very interesting dream: I'm away from my family because of work. I'm working on some large project and many people report to me. Someone reaches out to me on behalf of a person who requested my attention earlier and I realize I'd forgotten all about it. I go there immediately, feeling like... Continue Reading →
My first time at a nudist camp was, sadly, also my last. Back then, I was a single guy enjoying nudity at home, in my flat where I stayed during college years, or on occasional hikes in fairly secluded parts of the area where I lived.