Reimagining Ilmarin Sex and Culture

The Ilmar (plural) or Ilmarin (singular, descriptive) go by many names: savages, barbarians, wildlings. Given their total lack of clothing and their propensity for living in forests, hills, and river valleys, they are viewed by most other races as a lesser developed human subspecies closer to animals than a civilized people. This view is perpetuated... Continue Reading →

Nudity in Art and Literature: Planet of the Apes

Nudity in Art and Literature is a new series illuminating often-missed, non-sexual expressions of the unclad body found in books, movies, games, and other mediums from the most recent times to the ancient past. Let's be honest here: we've got enough articles about the virtues of nude living to last us a lifetime. More resort/nude beach... Continue Reading →

The Slow Death of 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 →

Children in Naturism [podcast]

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, cults demanding their women cover up for modesty's sake, or natural parents who believe a child's... Continue Reading →

Where is all the naturist media?

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 →

“Caught by Mom!” A True Nudist Story

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 →

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