LIFE WITHOUT SHAME
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 →
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 →
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 →
This Memorial Day weekend, I was invited to host a book signing event for The Feral Girl at Cypress Cove Nudist Resort, and it all went splendily. I had many pleasant conversations with guests and I sold every copy I'd brought but two. Nudist Gandalf and head librarian, Paul LeValley, also added my books to the American... Continue Reading →
OK, I admit, that is a lofty title, and probably not worthy of what you are about to read. Someday, I'll pen a book called The Cure for Civilization (TM), but for now, let me explain what I mean by "civilization." Too often, this complex, messy world we live in---this life geared toward comfort and... 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 →
Here's a sneak peek at a scene from my upcoming naturist survival novel, The Feral Girl, with artwork by JIBBO. From left to right: Jarvn, Amina, Anja, and Bryseis The Potamis branched across a skein of increasingly diminishing streams, tumbling white and foaming into countless shallow pools, the stones churning the water into froth. Here... 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 →
Truth is . . . the nudist life isn't really that strange; it's just naked-er. Like most people, I wake up, check my phone, hit the bathroom, and make breakfast. After coffee, I do the dishes and take out the trash, then flip open my laptop to work on my book. The only difference between... Continue Reading →
Being and Nakedness 