Nudism, Baseball, and ‘Original Sin’

"Nudism and baseball!?" Is there now a baseball league for nudists? Players sliding into third on their bare butts? Outfielders waiting for a fly ball with their little bats flapping in the wind? No, unfortunately not. Or maybe, thankfully not, because nudism and baseball go together like nudity and cross-country skiing. Sorry, I didn't mean... Continue Reading →

Sex, Nudity, and Science

Notice: I originally wrote this piece in 2017, when Felicity Jones was still active on social media, and my friend Steve from Allnudist.com still graced us with his insight (RIP). When my nudist content migrated over from my literary blog, I neglected to post this because I was never quite happy with it. Over the... Continue Reading →

Nudity in Art and Literature: Planet of the Apes

Nudity in Art and Literature is a new series illuminating often-missed, non-sexual expressions of the unclad body found in books, movies, games, and other mediums from the most recent times to the ancient past. Let's be honest here: we've got enough articles about the virtues of nude living to last us a lifetime. More resort/nude beach... Continue Reading →

Naturist Fantasy Merchandise Now Available!!!

Have you ever wanted a naturist fantasy-themed coffee mug? How about a bedspread showcasing our intrepid heroine---Thelana---crouched in the treetops, wearing nothing but the leaves in the trees and the sky on her back, spear in hand, ready to hunt some dinosaurs? WELL, THE WAIT IS OVER . . . I’ve partnered with RedBubble to... Continue Reading →

The Slow Death of Shame

Ten years ago, in 2014, I debated someone who insisted, based on his experience, that nudism was either dead or dying (listen to the podcast below). Admittedly, over the past several years, we have seen a worrying decline in organized nudism. Club memberships are down, and many resorts have had to shut their doors, turn... Continue Reading →

“Caught by Mom!” A True Nudist Story

Yes, it finally happened. After dodging the proverbial bullet for three decades, it finally hit me: the most embarrassing thing that can happen to a nudist. I've hated clothes since I was a kid. Shoes, socks, underwear (shudder): stick to me like leeches. By age twelve, I was stripping down to my bare skin the... Continue Reading →

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