Yesterday evening, I returned from a few days away from home. I had been away for a visit to some of my in-laws, as well as for a book-signing event at yet another Chapters book store. I sold seventeen books at the store and another two to one of my brothers-in-law.
The weekend was busy with visiting, when not selling books, with listening to stories from the past, playing card games, spending time with yet another brother-in-law who is is late stages of Alzheimer’s. Aside from when I was sleeping, there was no time from the moment we left home, until my return last night, for nudity. And, as is usually the case, it took me basically no time at all to shed the clothes and breathe just a bit more freely.
This morning, I found this image in my Twitter feed from a friend from the U.K. who mirrored the feeling that I, along with many others, feel, when deprived of time for being clothing free. It is like we are cast into a state of withdrawal and need a fix to regain our balance. We are nudity addicts, sunshine addicts when the weather is cooperative. Cont…Read full original article…
Source: Naturist Lens
22 September, 2017, 5:10 pm