LIFE WITHOUT SHAME
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 →
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 nude heroine become a lightning rod for feminism? Or does sex appeal and the gratification of the male gaze distract from messages 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 this: Thelana... 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 →
Mykonos is basically sex island, my Greek friend tells me. Once you get off the boat, a random girl will grab you and take you to bed. Sure, I say, rolling my eyes. I didn't believe his promises for a minute, but I'd heard plenty of crazy stories about Mykonos. Yes, it was a place... Continue Reading →
The worst loneliness is not to be comfortable with yourself—Mark Twain Yes, I am a nudist! Or naturist, as I prefer to call myself. I've been beating around the bush regarding this issue, hinted at it here and there, in articles and in my fiction, and to many of my astute readers this may come as... Continue Reading →
