Living the Naked Life

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 →

What Naturism Means to Me

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 →

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