I’ve realized recently something about myself. There was a party and I separated from the main event with my wife and some of my friends. I used that moment to take off my shoes and be barefoot for a while. My wife and most of my friends know about me going barefoot (it was pretty difficult to hide after the injury and besides, I realized that there’s no point in hiding it), so there were no objections. Continue reading
I don’t know when I really started liking to wear clothes, but I remember that I was partly drawn to it by the sheer excitement of exploring the world without exposing my entire body to its elements.
While that is part of the truth, the other side which dragged me back (and another reason I refused to turn from my way to clothing) was the terror of being found in the midst of that exploration by someone. Back then, that “someone” were my parents. Continue reading
Well, here’s a misnomer if there ever was one: The Undress!
Because we really need a complicated way to do simple things, since we’re ashamed of implementing simple solutions. I’ll never understand why people are so eager to circumvent their irrational fears and feelings of shame with their hard earned money which could have been much better spent.
If I ever see someone using this silly thing I don’t think I’ll be able to stop laughing – first at the silly way this whole process looks, then at the sheer foolishness of the person using it.
The last time I wrote about current events on this blog, the news was regarding Brian Taylor, former head of public relations of British Naturism and then chairman of the Spectrum Swimming Club for naturists (whose licence to use the public swimming pool has since been suspended).
This time, the news is again bad for people who enjoy nudity.
I mentioned Stephen Gough, also known as the Naked Rambler, in one of my earlier posts. I also wrote about the morality of nudism, concluding that nudism per se is amoral and that it’s the actions one takes while nude that one ought to judge. I have been reading various articles about Stephen Gough and about the number of times he’s been arrested for laws which are increasingly better tailored to “clothe” our society’s fears of nudity. His nudity has always been a victimless crime – victimless, unless you count him as being the victim of these laws.
This is the third parth of the series. I strongly recommend reading parts 1 and 2 if you haven’t done so yet. They can be found at the following links:
- How to stop being ashamed of your naked body, Part 1
- How to stop being ashamed of your naked body, Part 2
So, now we have defined where we are regarding nudity in a wide variety of social situations, and we have defined where we want to be. I’m going to assume two things:
- That you wish to reduce your fear of being naked, i.e. become more relaxed, or make no change in certain situations (I fully understand if you have no wish to show yourself naked in public places).
- That you have no desire to be naked where it is not considered appropriate, i.e. I will not tell you how to shed your fear of going naked through the city center.
What is the purpose of a swimsuit?
I don’t mean the kind one would wear when going in the water in extreme conditions. I mean a regular swimsuit that one would wear at the beach while on vacation or relaxing from a hard day’s work.
Unless you’re a big fan of tan lines, the only purpose of such a swimsuit is to hide your naked body. And even if you are a fan of tan lines, there are far more interesting tan lines you could get if you created a shape out of some material which blocks sunlight and stuck it to your skin.
In any case, this makes a swimsuit pretty much an insult to man’s ingenuity, i.e. a thing created solely for the purpose of perpetuating the irrational fear of nudity. 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.
I went to Koversada naturist park, in Vrsar near Rovinj, in Croatia. I paid for my stay on-line and back then (I don’t know what it’s like now) they did no checking on-line if the paying visitor is a single male or someone else. I only found out that single males are not strictly welcome when I appeared at the reception of the park. Continue reading
I don’t know when I really started liking to be naked, but I remember that I was partly drawn to it by the sheer excitement of exploring the world by exposing my entire body to its elements.
While that is part of the truth, the other side which dragged me back (and another reason I refused to turn from my way to nudism) was the terror of being found in the midst of that exploration by someone. Back then, that “someone” were my parents. Continue reading