LIFE WITHOUT SHAME
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 →
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 →
https://player.vimeo.com/video/525751074 What happens to Thelana? Find out in . . . AGES of AENYA
Fantasy fiction is a powerful way to introduce people to new ideas. Through the lens of fiction, we let our guard down, opening ourselves to possibilities that might otherwise seem alien or taboo. As a nudist and a fantasy author, it only seemed natural that my heroes, Xandr and Thelana, born of the Ilmarin race,... Continue Reading →
This story originally appeared here: Young Naturists America, thanks to co-founders Felicity Jones and Jordan Blum, two of the most awesome people on the Internet! Please go visit their site! My father was born into poverty, having to sometimes go without shoes to school, and steal money for books. He immigrated to the United States... 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 →
Being and Nakedness 