LIFE WITHOUT SHAME
I'm back with another video! This time, I'd like to talk about something that's been bothering me for quite some time; it's the clash between actual nudist values and the social media algorithm. So, if you're clicking on this video hoping to satisfy some voyeuristic urge, you just might be the problem. Anyone who has... Continue Reading →
This Memorial Day weekend, I was invited to host a book signing event for The Feral Girl at Cypress Cove Nudist Resort, and it all went splendily. I had many pleasant conversations with guests and I sold every copy I'd brought but two. Nudist Gandalf and head librarian, Paul LeValley, also added my books to the American... Continue Reading →
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 naked female character become a lightning rod for feminism? Or does sex appeal and the gratification of the male gaze distract from any message 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... Continue Reading →
I've recently come under fire for comparing aspects of nudism to the LGBTQ+ community, which you can read about in two of my posts, Heroes of Naturism and Nudity, Censorship, and Discrimination. More than a few Redditors accused me of being insulting and several "fuck yous" were lobbed my way. Now, social media has never... 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 