Back when I was still a beginning nudist, I often thought of things I can and can't do in the nude. One of the things I put in the "can't" category was running. I always thought that, well, things would start flapping around uncontrollably, if you know what I mean.
I'm still, in fact, surprised that there is a special term for [skinny dipping] at all. In fact, I would sooner have swimming in swimsuits labeled as "textile dipping" if for no other reason then to stress the fact that you're really just wetting your trunks and not enjoying a swim.
Everything I said in the previous posts I mentioned in the context of reaching the goals one wants achieve. There are, however, four essential things which one simply has to be able to do naked, or else they may endanger their - and even somebody else's - life.
The most difficult step for some might be that first time of simply being naked for seemingly no reason. I can relate to the feeling of being watched, laughed at, sneered at, from every tiniest crack in the window blinds, through the keyhole of the locked door, from the closed closet - and if you're doing it in a pitch black room, lying on your bed (covered or not) naked, from the side, or under your bed, or looming above you a figure staring critically at the shape of your body beneath the sheets just waiting to get you should a patch of skin show; and even though it's completely dark you think that they can see you.
In my previous post I mentioned something called the shame spectrum. This may be a misnomer, though, since I find it possible to visualise each person (in the context of social and non-social nudity) as a line on a two-dimensional plane, which shows how much they are nude in situations of varying social engagement.
What irks me most about people who are ashamed of their naked bodies - besides the fact that they may unwittingly be spreading diseases - is the fact that they are OK to carry with them 24 hours a day, every day of the year, a thing that they are so utterly ashamed of - their body. Even worse, they never do anything about their shame. I'm not talking about losing weight or building abs. I'm talking about the simplest thing in the world - accepting - that is - creating a mental state where they declare "This is my body, such as it is; I love it and always will!"
I've read an article titled "Is nudism immoral?" by Larry Darter and it didn't really make me feel very comfortable regarding nudism. My take on nudity and morality is that the two are unrelated. Nudity per se is amoral. There are, of course, fringe cases, where it would be an unnecessary risk to be naked, or... Continue Reading →
Outing yourself about anything can be difficult both to you and the person you are outing yourself to. That they are close to you implies that they believe they know the most important things about you and they have accepted them as part of you. "Outing" yourself means telling them about something you deem important about you, which you either kept hidden, or didn't know about.
Well, tomorrow's laundry day - you see, even nudists have those.
[T]he worst thing that happened was that one man who saw me looked like he was about to have a heart attack. But I'm getting ahead of myself.