LIVING WITHOUT SHAME
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 →
Being and Nakedness 