LIVING WITHOUT SHAME
Ten years ago, in 2014, I debated someone who insisted, based on his experience, that nudism was either dead or dying (listen to the podcast below). Admittedly, over the past several years, we have seen a worrying decline in organized nudism. Club memberships are down, and many resorts have had to shut their doors, turn... Continue Reading →
The real me! If we ever hope to see a day when the naked body is no longer taboo, if we ever hope to live in a society where not wearing clothes is as common a sight as shorts and sandals, we need to take bold steps and stop hiding who we are. If you... Continue Reading →
When it comes to naturism and naturist families, we need to discuss the elephant in the room; we need to talk about naturist children. Who is really sexualizing children? Is it the textile community forcing toddlers into bikini tops, or cults demanding their women cover up for modesty's sake---or natural parents who believe a child's... Continue Reading →
While walking my dog, in mid-conversation with a co-worker, or waiting for a stop light to turn green, I can pull up the most depraved sex acts on my phone (within legal bounds, of course), a scene to make the Roman Emperor Caligula blush. Whatever your fetish, there are infinite options for your viewing pleasure.... Continue Reading →
Yes, it finally happened. After dodging the proverbial bullet for three decades, it finally hit me: the most embarrassing thing that can happen to a nudist. I've hated clothes since I was a kid. Shoes, socks, underwear (shudder): stick to me like leeches. By age twelve, I was stripping down to my bare skin the... Continue Reading →
For a moment, I thought I had a brilliant idea. Since nudist and naturist appear to have been co-opted by p@rn, I figured we needed a new name. First and foremost, what we do is NOT about sex! That's the whole point of the lifestyle and an important distinction for me and the tiny percentage... Continue Reading →
David Sedaris would like you to know that nudists are ugly and weird and should probably know better. At least, that’s the impression he gives, if his book, Naked, is any indication. It’s crass, low-brow comedy—and a sneaky way for him to make fun of fat people just for being fat because, hey, they’re naked,... Continue Reading →
This isn't a post I ever thought I would be making and most certainly never wanted to make, but I can't ignore reality anymore. So . . . it's over, folks. At least for me. I doubt I will be writing any more articles for this blog. If you've been following my other social media... Continue Reading →
For those not in the know, Stéphane Deschênes takes my vote for naturist president (if such a thing existed). Soft-spoken, erudite, and with a French Canadian accent pronouncing episode more like ebisode, Stéphane is the first person who comes to my mind to represent the clothes-free lifestyle. For Stéphane, ethical naturism, as he calls it,... Continue Reading →
It's a bit funny when you think about it, that no matter how rich or famous or powerful you are, underneath our clothes, we all look the same. Kamala Harris, arguably the most powerful woman in the world, would not look out of place standing naked in the jungle amongst the Zoë. The same goes... Continue Reading →
Can a totally naked female character become a lightning rod for feminism? Or does sex appeal, and the gratification of the male gaze, distract from any message of equality? I can already hear the detractors, the angry feminists and, let's just call them "SJWs", calling me out. Their argument, I imagine, will go something like... Continue Reading →
I am passionate about my heroes, Xandr and Thelana, because I share their values, and attitudes, regarding communal nakedness. Since clothing is utterly unknown to their people, the Ilmar, they have no sense of body shame, no understanding, actually, of what it means to be "naked". The Ilmar manage this without any of the problems... Continue Reading →
This is a sneak peek into what's to come in my novella, The Feral Girl. When she was a little girl, Thelana watched her parents sell her brother into slavery. Borz was much loved by his younger sister, but her parents, despite exhaustive efforts, were unable to provide for their children. Years later, as famine... Continue Reading →
Xandr and Thelana are NOT your typical fantasy heroes. They are Ilmarin, castaways from a naturist utopia. Wearing nothing but sky and skin, the Ilmar roam the rugged lands of Aenya, shunned by the "civilized" races of Aenya. But only the Ilmar remember the Great Cataclysm that ended the world aeons ago, and only Xandr... Continue Reading →
I'm back with another video! This time, I'd like to talk about something that's been bothering me for quite some time; it's the clash between actual nudist values and the social media algorithm. So, if you're clicking on this video hoping to satisfy some voyeuristic urge, you just might be the problem. Anyone who has... Continue Reading →
Being and Nakedness 