The Heroic Nude

The heroic nude dates back thousands of years, to my distant ancestors, the Ancient Greeks. Communal nudity was not uncommon to Greece, where farming, exercising, swimming, and sparring was practiced in nothing but bare skin. The prefix gymn means naked, denoting all of the activities originally practiced in the buff, including gymnastics and "going to the... Continue Reading →

Why Nudists Need Heroes

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 →

Why Don’t We Live in a Perfect (Nude) World?

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 →

Why I am a Nudist

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 →

Is Nudism on the Decline?

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 →

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