Face it, it's not easy being different, especially if you're one-out-of-a-million different. I've known this feeling all my life because I was never like "the other kids." I was born to Greek immigrants who were too busy making pizza to raise their son. Bored and lonely, I talked to myself constantly. I didn't just have... Continue Reading →

After a lifetime of promoting nudism, have I finally thrown in the towel? Or, in this case, was it thrown on the towel? Sorry, textiles, today is not the day. However, as a lover of philosophy, I feel it necessary to follow the example of Socrates and examine what I feel most passionate about in... Continue Reading →

Confession time: I would live naked 24/7, if I could, and I suspect I am not alone in this regard. I hate clothes. They block the sunshine, the air, and most of your body from the sense of touch. They are grating, hot, and sometimes they itch, not to mention expensive and a lot of work to maintain. How much time is wasted washing, drying and... Continue Reading →

Even as I am sitting here, tapping away at my keyboard, I am not wearing any clothes. Naked is my normal, my default state. I feel most true to myself when I've got nothing on, and if I could move to Ilmarinen, to never have to see another pair of underwear, you can be certain... Continue Reading →

In a word, NO. It is a popular misconception that nudism is going the way of disco. These are the same people who believe the 60's were one big Woodstock/orgy fest. But one historian argues (whose name escapes me), with a list of charts and graphs, that people were actually a lot more conservative during... Continue Reading →