These days,
nudism accompanies me daily. Now I can unashamedly lounge naked on top of my
bed without worries of discovery by my sibling. My spouse lies naked beside me
reading and our nudity is a non-issue. And should my brother pay a visit, I
would still go about nude with him in the house. In fact, if I am home and the
temperature at all allows for it, I am unclothed. I can hardly imagine how
strange it would feel to clean the house while wearing clothes. I normally put
on some energetic music and set about my task nude. Likewise with cooking,
gardening or doing laundry – a chore which naturism fortunately reduces.
Curtains for
a house are similar to garments for the body: generally unnecessary and useful
only as a restraint against the elements. And so, I have inadvertently – and
intentionally on occasion quite honestly – exposed myself to the neighbors. Of
course, I also go out into the yard, porch and terrace undressed thus giving my
community even more opportunities to catch a glimpse of my goods.
Besides
being a domestic nudist, I enjoy public nudity as often as possible. I
currently live in a culture, Thailand, in which public nudity is both highly
illegal and passionately discouraged. Still, there are times and places one can
be clothes-free. These include a couple of gay saunas in the city where I live,
each featuring an outdoor courtyard with swimming pool. Before, I lived many years in Spain, a
country with countless nudist or clothing-optional beaches. I’ve sunned my
backside on many of them. But now my public nudity is generally reserved for
vacation time. When possible I choose destinations that offer some possibility
of naturism whether beaches, saunas or some other site. While I would like to
be able to stay in clothes-free hotels or resorts, they are normally more
expensive than other options and my budget rarely allows for such splurges. So
I make do with a few minutes nude while losing myself among forested areas when
hiking or on deserted beaches in off-hours.
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| A Trek in Nepal |
I tend to
practice my nudism alone or with my spouse. This is due more to practical
reasons than to desire. Although I love doing nude yoga, I have yet to come
across a local group where I can do this. So my naked downward-facing dogs are
done in the privacy of my living room. And while I am a member of some naturist
associations, my interactions with these are digital rather than in the flesh.
However, I
do sometimes meet other nudist through hospitality services such as
CouchSurfing, Be Welcome and CockSurfing. With these, I have hosted many guests
in my house, and a few of them have been nudists. Even when they are not, I
make it clear before they arrive that my house is clothing-optional and I will,
at least, be nude. Most people who have hosted me, have been fine with my being
nude in their homes whether or not they were nudist themselves. Of course, I
would never go naked in someone else’s home without their express permission to
do so.
My most
public exposure to date has been in the World Naked Bike Ride. In three
different years, I joined this ride in Madrid, Spain. A sense of liberation and
camaraderie was generated by rolling through the heart of a large city while
nude. And I loved it. I would gladly participate again if the opportunity
presents itself. Memories of the bike ride stoke my dream of nakedly engaging
in some other adventure activities such as skydiving, bungee jumping or SCUBA
diving. Whether alone or with a group, I imagine that being nude would only
enhance the adrenaline pump of those stunts.
Additionally,
I would love to join a naturist event such as The GNI Gathering. And hopefully,
time and finances will someday align to allow it. In the meantime, my spouse
and neighbors will have to suffice as my fellowship and audience.
