For a while it seemed that naked dining was going to be the next big food thing in cosmopolitan cities of the world. The opening with great fanfare of several nudist restaurants that attracted global media attention seemed to be the harbinger of a new taste for ‘food in the nude.’
One-time events at clubs, bars, cruises and private celebrations linking eating and drinking with nakedness have popped up over the years, drawing their share of media coverage. But when twin brothers Stéphane and Mike Saada inaugurated the O’naturel restaurant in Paris in November, 2017, they seemed to have tapped an opportunity in the naturism market.
“We’re in the heart of Paris and we’re eating naked,” Yves Leclerc, president of the French Naturist Federation, told The Local at the time. “It’s a little surreal. It’s like when we’re on holiday, but even better.” He lamented that “at home, I have to put my clothes on to go to a restaurant.” Continued…Read full original article…
It’s not often I find myself completely starkers by the arches on a Tuesday evening, but surrounded by people all similarly unclothed with the tantalising scent of wood-fired pizza wafting in the air, it’s starting to feel like there could be far worse places to be.
Wind back about 15 minutes and the situation was a whole lot more uncomfortable.
Tentatively, I crept inside Flour & Ash for Bristol’s inaugural Dine Naked event to be met by a room filled predominantly with men, sipping from champagne flutes and making polite small talk.
Only the polythene bags ready for clothes to be deposited in set the scene apart from any normal post-work do.
Fighting a strong urge to turn and flee, I did what any self-respecting English woman would do and made a beeline for the bar. Complimentary glass of bubbly in hand, I scan the room for a friendly face and soon strike up a conversation with a nearby man.
My assignment Saturday was simple: Go to the beach and count naked people.
What could go wrong?
Well, as my colleague, Outdoors columnist Ed Killer, noted wryly, I was going to count nudists frolicking in the surf on the final day of “Shark Week” while in the shadow of a nuclear power plant.
Yep, only in Florida. Perfectly normal.
I decided to adopt a strict “only look ’em in the eyes” strategy when reporting this delicate assignment
“Everybody here is really open. Nobody cares that you don’t have clothes on. And it’s not a pick-up scene,” said Kelly Spirito, of West Palm Beach, (center) who relaxes with friends July 11, 2015, at Blind Creek Beach, a clothing-optional beach, in Fort Pierce. Many people came out to celebrate National Nude Recreation Week with a group skinny dip.
Le comité d’accueil n’a pas la langue dans sa poche à notre arrivée. Nous, les textiles, sommes très gentiment prévenus. Rien n’agace plus les adeptes du naturisme, que de lire ou d’entendre les sempiternelles réflexions graveleuses à propos de cet « art de vivre » pratiqué par certains depuis des décennies.
« Chez nous, c’est le respect qui prône, respect de soi, d’autrui et de l’environnement », expliquent côte à côte, devant le stand dressé sur la plage de la Mama, Jean-Louis Ucla, le président de la Fédération Rhône-Alpes de naturisme et Pierre Brocard, le président du club du Soleil du nord Isère. ».
Cette première Journée sans maillot sert aussi à cela. Faire tomber les préjugés contre cette manière d’être, choisie par 35 000 membres en France. Des personnes qui estiment que la vie est plus belle quand on choisit de la mener le plus souvent possible, dans son plus simple appareil. À la plage, dans les associations et les clubs de vacances. Mais aussi chez soi. Mais les a priori ont la peau dure et le défi est de taille pour la fédération. D’après un récent sondage Ipsos, 83 % des personnes interrogées ne seraient pas tentées par le naturisme. Même si, comme le confie Jean-Louis Ucla, « il y a une plus grande tolérance de l’opinion publique aujourd’hui. Et puis l’image du gendarme de Saint-Tropez traquant le naturiste n’est plus vraiment d’actualité. Il y a encore des résistances mais beaucoup nous ouvrent leurs portes, comme l’a fait le parc de Miribel avec cette plage officielle ». Selon ce jovial responsable, à l’aise, deux tiers des gens qui rejoignent cette famille pas comme les autres, ont découvert le naturisme par hasard. Justement sur une plage. Et à entendre les adeptes purs et durs, l’essayer c’est y prendre très vite goût. Hier, les sans maillot, nombreux, étaient surtout entre-eux. « C’est difficile de faire venir les gens vers nous sur une plage qui nous est réservée. Mais c’est important d’être là pour faire de la promo ». Sur le sable et dans l’eau, toutes les générations cohabitent. Beaucoup de serviettes de bain, et de rares parasols. Malgré un soleil de plomb.
Le « Tout nu et tout bronzé », vanté sur les ondes par le chanteur Carlos dans les années 70, ne semble pas avoir pris une ride dans ce lieu. Ici, on fait la nique aux coups de soleil mal placés et aux mises en garde des dermatos. Continued…Read full original article…
You are at home, naked as the day you were born and happier for being so, minding your own business. When it happens, there is a knock at the front door. What do you do? Most naturists have been there before and I believe most of us have a plan of action for such occurrences, at least those who do not live at a naturist park or resort and have to think about who is on the other side of the door. Unfortunately I do not live at a naturist park or resort, and nudity laws are still on the books where we live so we have made some preparations. Tara and I added frosting to the accent windows next to our front door and replaced the glass insert with a fully frosted one as well. And just for convenience we each have a spare set of clothes tucked away in the front hall closet so we don’t have to run up stairs and miss out on a delivery.
Like many naturists, we choose to keep a hard line between our naturist world and our textile friends and family. I know many of you are much more open and that is wonderful, however my chosen career path and my very conservative, very religious family make this close to impossible. To keep the peace and avoid the drama only our closest friends and fellow naturists know the truth about our naturist life. Sometimes we do blur the line a little, and we have one close friend in particular that allows us to do so easily. Cathy (not her real name) is not a naturist but is very “liberal” leaning, and the three of us have been friends since high school. Not only was she one of the first to know when Tara and I became a couple, but she was also one of the first to know we are naturists. Thanks to Cathy’s openness and comfort with us, when she visits Tara and I are free to remain nude while she remains clothed although even Cathy dips her toe in the naturist water if only a little. Our new hot tub (great addition to the naturist home!) is primarily for “nudes only” and she loves the hot tub enough to take part au natural, although usually not before a glass of wine. We also have a new tradition of sorts when watching hockey games at our house, the three of us each wear only a hockey jersey. Its a pretty great arrangement that allows us be naturists at home even when a close friend visits, and allows her to be a bit more “liberal” without crossing the line into full naturism for which she is not ready. Yet. Continued…Read full original article…
When I first thought of the title for a new post (this one: the older, the nuder), I had an idea where this was going. Until I started investigating the idea, which made me see things in a much different way. Let me tell you what I thought and what I’ve learnt!
My initial idea was that, when people get older they get less flexible. I’ve seen it everywhere and still do. I’ve seen it with my parents too.
That brought me to the conclusion that older people should stay nude more for the simple reason that putting on clothes requires some agility, and since older people have that less and less, not having to put on clothes would make life easier for them. Are you with me so far? Sounds logical, doesn’t it? Continued…Read full original article…
Cherie Lidbury was on her lunch break when she first tried nudism. It was the late ’80s, she was working in a sales job in Perth, and took herself down to a clothing-optional beach at Swanbourne, pulled there by the warm weather, cool water and her own curiosity.
“I sit down on the sand. There’s naked people laying around, and it’s like ‘I’ve got nothing to lose. No one knows me.’ So off I strip, in the water I go,” the 57-year-old told Mamamia.
Kat Campbell was 19 when she started nude modelling.
“As a teenager, I was definitely not comfortable in my own body at all. I was someone that was kind of bullied in school. So I just kind of retreated into myself. I had no body confidence. I didn’t think I was pretty,” she told Mamamia. “But modelling was different. I just had this feeling that I wanted to do it – I couldn’t explain why. It’s just something that makes me feel at peace and it gives me freedom.” Continued…Read full original article…
If you think about it, compared to other hobbies getting naked for fun is a pretty weird thing to do. So why are there so many weird people undressing for fun and talking about it? What could possibly motivate these people to get together with a bunch of random folks and strip down just for fun? Maybe to just be different? Or maybe they are simply being strange? Everyone has their own explanation for it, but it’s certainly not a logical hobby. But hobbies like drinking alcohol and smoking are illogical as well and don’t make a lot of sense, and yet millions of people still do these activities daily.
Nudists are no different, except that there are no unhealthy benefits. In fact, as we’ll see, it’s quite the opposite. Let’s start with the intellectual benefits.
If you ask a serious nudist to define the most important benefit from being naked, the first answer he or she would give is the sense of freedom and liberation (which I would fully agree with!). There is nothing comparable to start undressing your clothes and expose your body to the elements of nature; to feel the sun and a slight summer breeze on your body.
The first time when you get naked outside in nature is the best experience ever but the feeling never leaves you, no matter how long you remain a nudist. Combining your bare body with nature is a magical sense of release, especially in the constrained world we live in today where it’s increasingly challenging to find a true sense of freedom. Nudism provides us all with a simple path to authentic liberation. Continued…Read full original article…
Can We Live Naked On A Permanent Basis? The answer to the title of this post is a resounding yes, without any doubt or hesitation. It’s not about throwing all your clothes to the trash, but to decide to wear as little as possible and to remain naked as much as possible. Here’s why and how.
Nudity is a natural state of any mammal in general and the human being in particular. Being nude at home, in your intimacy, is a normal state. The first advice I give to the aspiring naturists is to start by sleeping naked. There is nothing more comfortable. If you used to sleep with pajamas, a nightgown or any other garment, the first night would seem odd to you. You’ll probably feel like you’re doing something wrong. Don’t worry; you’re not doing anything wrong. On the contrary, you’re doing something healthy for your body and skin.
If you are afraid of being cold, add a blanket or put a goose-feather duvet. In the morning, when waking up, stay naked, if the temperature allows it of course. If your home is well insulated and the temperature around sixty-eight degrees in the winter,you can comfortably stay naked. The feeling of cold often comes from the feet,put on warm slippers to remain at home. Prepare breakfast and take it naked. If you live with other people, you may not want to be naked in front of them right away. It’s coming! Continued…Read full original article…
Retirement should be a time to relax and enjoy the proceeds of a hard-working life – but for some, it can come with some major money pitfalls that can result in devastating financial ruin.
While many retirees in that situation may choose to work for longer or lean on family to get by, one man completely changed his lifestyle in a drastic move to regain some of his lost savings – and he’s never been happier.
Rainer Mueckenberger, 69, lost $500,000 of his retirement savings when a scheme he had invested in fell through, forcing him to sell up properties and move to a new state for a fresh start.
Refusing to let the financial blow defeat him, he instead took his remaining savings and slowly built up his own nudist retreat, offering sensual getaways for couples and friends from across the world on the Sunshine Coast. Continued…Read full original article…
Yes. You. Do you like being nude? Do you like being among other nude people? Yes? If so, do you know how wealthy you are?
Really. I’m not kidding. I’m convinced that people like you and I are among the emotionally wealthiest folks around. The most mentally mature too in ways. Because we know people. Real people.
Nude people. Surprising? Hardly, I’d say. Nudists and naturists have overcome the ‘problems’ that so many people in this world have with skin, with a proper body. We know how real people look. We don’t need Photoshop to look our unattainable best either. All we need to do it take off our clothes and there we are. Our naked best.
The more time I spend in the nude, either alone or with others, the more I am surprised how being this way can ever be a problem. Of course, we all know it is because of the big brainwash that is advertisement, crazy body ideals that will never be possible, and the general fear of nudity as proclaimed by many forms of religion and other groups. Continued…Read full original article…
Naturism in the jungles Being nude is normal in many cultures, not surprisingly, mostly in tropical regions. Hot and humid climate discourages clothes. Amazon Indians are a prime example, but primordial naturism is everywhere.
Goran Šafarek is a world traveler and river expert. He has encountered many such cases during his voyages. You can read more on his blog. Here, he will write more about being nude in the jungle.
The state of nude is natural to many native people around the world. The clothes are welcomed as a protection against the cold and other elements, including insects, it could also be cumbersome. But, even in civilized place, I have witnessed that being naked is nothing to be ashamed.
I remember paddling on a wild river in west Madagascar. After a hard day on the river, scorched by the sun in our wooden canoe, we have finally landed on a nice sandy beach. It is almost savannah, with scattered trees and lots of tall grasslands. The clouds were already red and yellow from the setting sun.
As we were pitching the camp, the people from the nearby village came. They were clearly peasants, poor, but proud. They greeted us and we greeted them. Older women started washing the clothes and dishes, while a group of young girls entered to take a bath. They were around 16, maybe older, it was difficult to guess. They were totally naked, not more than ten meters in front of us, vazaha, and in front of their parents and other adults. Their slender, wet bodies glistening on the red sun were darker than the milky brown river. Continued…Read full original article…
When my wife and I started our first Clothing Optional B&B in 2011, we had no expectation of making it a larger business. We simply wanted to take advantage of having a large home with beautiful grounds that was now just shared by two of us since we were now empty-nesters. With our backgrounds and experience in the naturist world, customer service, hospitality and food & beverage…we knew we wanted to offer an “experience” for our guests and not just another bed and a breakfast. We were gratified and pleased with the response we received.
From the beginning, our guests were so complimentary and shared that they wanted more places where they could have a similar naturist experience. The concept of building a network of similar naturist bed and breakfast destinations with a low key, quality experience began to form. The dilemma was how to have more locations, but still have some influence on the guest experience. So, in formulating the plan we knew that screening & vetting of hosts, training, inspection and follow-up was the only way we could assure the level of quality at each location.
Certainly the “home-sharing” business model is big right now. However we also knew in that mass-market model there was NO screening, NO training, NO site inspection and NO follow-up on the guest experience other than guest reviews (which are sometimes less than reliable). We also felt that the large home sharing business model is the Wild, Wild West of the hospitality industry. Continued…Read full original article…
Benjamin Spock, Ann Landers, and Abigail van Buren, all popular authorities on child-rearing and other matters, have often warned of the dangers of exposing children to nudity. Though their theories on the matter are well-known, are they truly valid? Is there solid research to prove it? Studies of how nudity affects kids are actually sparse, though they have slightly increased in number in recent years.
The findings and their interpretations are often influenced by researchers’ own preconceptions, including findings that may better explain the effects of parents’ attitudes toward nudity on kids rather than the actual effect of children being exposed to nudity.
However since the late 1970’s, more objective and controlled research has taken place in an effort to identify the truth of how exposure to nudity affects child development. All of this nudism research indicates not only a lack of negative effects, but a whole list of benefits to children.
One of the first truly objective studies was developed by Dr. Marilyn Story, a researcher who sought to examine the role of family social nudity classification on body self-concept development in preschool-aged children. Dr. Story interviewed 264 children aged three to five years as well as their parents. The children were classified in one of three categories: social naturists or simply put – nudist kids, at-home nudist, and non-nudist kids. Continued…Read full original article…
“The lady sat next to me was knitting a scarf, naked, except for flip flops and the guy on the other side was reading the newspaper, totally nude,” says Jane Baker, describing a scene of apparent domestic bliss. Jane, 52, who has been part of the naturist community for over two years, is one of a growing number of Britons who have taken to a starker way of life.
Indeed it seems nudity is having something of a moment, with British Naturism, the UK’s official organisation, noting a sudden increase in membership for the first time in 15 years. With 8,900 members – up from 8,300 last year – we appear to be edging towards the ‘nude not crude’ way of thinking.
More of us are waving goodbye to textile environments—the term used to describe our restrictive, clothed world by those in the know—and embracing our natural state. Continued…Read full original article…
Toddlers are born naturists and not only literally (although they’re obviously delivered naked). In fact they might well be the most genuine kind of naturist there is, they don’t even question their nudity. Most of them will question clothes though and if they see an opportunity to get rid of them they’ll often take advantage of that. Our memory doesn’t go that far back, but we would like to remember the day when being nude was not an option anymore. Yesterday it was completely normal to run around the garden naked, jump through the sprinklers on a hot summer day while everyone smiled and agreed with your joy. The next day this was not possible anymore… Bathing suits suddenly became the norm.
What went through our heads?
Did we question this at all?
While naturist children get a lot more options to be naked and until a much older age, they are not exactly spared from having to wear clothes, even not when weather clearly asks for the least possible textile. They have to go to school, they have to go shopping and on the non-naturist beaches a naked 10 year old is just not done. Continued…Read full original article…
In the yearly World Happiness Report, Denmark, along with its Nordic neighbours, continuously ranks in the top three spots. But what is it about the Danes that makes them so happy? “After three years, I still don’t really have an answer,” says Giulia Mangione, whose book Halfway Mountain seeks to uncover this very question.
Mangione started the project in 2014, as part of a photography course she was taking in at the prestigious Danish School of Media and Journalism. Her experience as assistant photo editor at Calvert Journal and interning at MACK Books had helped her “develop a taste for documentary photography” and photobooks, she says, and, after showing a dummy of her project to Corinne Noordenbos – a celebrated educator and former tutor of contemporary photographers such as Rob Hornstra and Viviane Sassen – she decided to expand on it.
Her first draft had been based on Danish traditions, but over the next three years Mangione started to photograph aspects of everyday life in Denmark instead, focusing in on themes that would eventually form the rhythm for the image sequence in the book. She was particularly drawn to twins, old people, nudity, and also hedges – and she spent a whole month exclusively photographing the latter. Continued…Read full original article…
One of the main reasons why we started this project is to show the world that naturists are not some strange dark commune but that actually everyone could be one… Or could enjoy being one if they took the first step.
Our main example of “everyone” is of course ourselves, we write posts about naturism in general but also about our own experiences. But some of you might be thinking “Yes sure, those two are probably just the strange kids in the block…” (nah, we know you’re not thinking that about us, but we’re trying to write an introduction here). So we decided to let other naturists have a word as well.
Tantallon, for those who don’t know, is on the east coast of Nova Scotia approximately 40 miles from Halifax on the highway and Peggy’s Cove on the coastal route.
It was a unseasonably warm day (16 Celsius) or (60 Fahrenheit) and we had some heavy rain over the weekend and the usually tranquil creek became a torrential river.
I knew that this might have been the last time before winter to have some pictures taken so John and I drove up the road along the river and what a sight it was.
The crashing water over the rocks was beautiful and at once peaceful listening to the rushing water. The path along the shoreline with the multi-colored leaves was slippery but manageable. Continued…Read full original article…
The Art of Male Bonding Back in March I joined a social platform called MeWe and I am part of various groups regarding naturism, skinny-dipping and male bonding. I found this social platform a great way to be myself and open up with others, whether in the chat rooms or a main page.
I have often thought of male bonding and how it related to me. I wrote about a passage of my childhood in my last blog but did not delve into a part of my life and that many men have gotten to experience; having a father to look up to.
I was born last of eleven children (5 boys and 5 girls) and raised in the catholic faith. My eldest sister married 10 months before I was born. My father and my future brother-in-law made a pact on who would have a child first. I arrived 10 months later and my niece five years later.
My father had an untimely passing when he was killed in a vehicle accident while on his way to work. My eldest brother was with him and badly injured thankfully, he survived. I was two at the time and this left my mother to care for us all by herself.
My oldest siblings had to find work to help make ends meet. Even though I had five brothers to look up to, they were much older and had other interests than to look after me. My sisters and I have always had a stronger bond. They were in essence all my mothers. Continued…Read full original article…
Este domingo 21 de Octubre de 2018, y a pesar de una meteorología adversa durante toda la semana, tuvimos un día espléndido en el que realizamos nuestra “I Ruta Senderista nudista de AAPNC”, recorriendo el camino que bordea los acantilados desde la playa nudista de Cantarriján en Granada hasta El Cañuelo ya en Málaga.
Comenzamos la jornada a las 9:30 reunidos en el aparcamiento, donde dudábamos si desnudarnos o no dado el fresquito que hacía aún a esa hora de la mañana. Nos duró poco la duda, pues “a la de tres”, nos quitamos la ropa y comenzamos a caminar.
Iniciamos la ruta subiendo por el arroyo de Cantarriján, que estaba practicable a pesar de las últimas lluvias y poco más adelante seguimos el camino que sube hacia el Cerro del Sol. Continued…Read full original article…
Why I love nudist hiking? As a true naturist there is nothing I enjoy more then being in nature…without clothes. As I said so many times before, for me there is something very special in the feeling of freedom that is given to you when you are truly becoming one with the nature, without chains of clothes. And nudist hiking is one of the purest feelings of being alive.
Every part of nature is important to me. If I had to choose between the sea, rivers, lakes, mountains, forests I could not choose my favourite. To me, there is something special and unique in every single of them. But at the same time all of them have one thing in common – providing that special feeling of freedom and perhaps more important – feeling of being alive.
There is a peace of my heart that is reserved only for mountains. And nudist hiking. I love hiking in the spring/summer/autumn when the weather is good and it is “easy” to go to the top of the mountain. But I also love to hike in the winter when the snow is reaching over my knees and I really have to invest a lot of effort to make my way trought the snow to the top. And it is worth of it every single time. Continued…Read full original article…
Let’s just get this out of the way in the beginning. I’m fat. There I said it. I. AM. FAT. So many people have in their heads that people who enjoy being naked socially are those that are bronzed, in shape and beautiful. As far as the bronzed thing goes well, sometimes yes and sometimes no. Are there people that never miss a day in the gym involved in social nudism? Absolutely. But quite honestly, the percentage of those people are the same as you would find anywhere at any time.
In addition, however, there are also MANY people who are considered the “average body” or even the body types that are outside the preconceived norm that are the body beautiful, because they are being unabashedly and honestly themselves. I use average body in quotations as that is a stereotype that we have been sold for years and years through advertising and, well, this isn’t a story about that.
Although we hate to admit it, modern Indian culture is for the most part, sexually immature. Nudity is closely associated with shame and skeptics are referred to Dr David Dhawan (full time movie director and part time psychologist) who will set them straight on izzat and nanga panga. Why just last week in Goa, we were treated to the spectacle of five gents from Tirunelveli ogling two hapless aunties chastely clad in saris who were disporting themselves in the hotel swimming pool. The situation was rendered even more piquant by the fact that the hotel staff were remonstrating with the ladies that they were inappropriately dressed; the watchmen (pun intended) were having none of it. “They are enjoying, I say, why you are giving trouble, aaanh? Po da.”
Reading Manoj Das’s short story, “The Naked”, which deals with the travails of, Nathu, an old family retainer requisitioned by the erstwhile Maharani to provide hospitality to a group of visiting European nudists at her crumbling ancestral home, brought back memories of a visit to the Costa Brava many moons ago.
Europeans are pretty blasé when it comes to nudity. Swedes majestically divest themselves of all clothing including bathrobe en route to a sauna, Germans believe a coat of sun-tan lotion is all the protection they need from the elements while the French make Adam and Eve (Saint Laurent) look over-dressed. Indians, on the other hand, tend to giggle helplessly when it comes to revealing what my friend Raymond referred to as “wedding tackle” or when sufficiently spiritually inspired as “yer family jewels, men.” Grizzled grandfathers go through paroxysms of embarrassment in changing rooms performing the shimmy shimmy shake with a towel draped around their nether regions. Continued…Read full original article…
Last week a group of GNA beach goers were lucky enough to visit Tyagarah Beach in the Byron Shire. Tyagarah Beach is located at the end of Greys Lane and is a beautiful, vast stretch of coastline in which people can freely sunbake and swim as nature intended. There is a designated “nude bathing area” as the aggressively informative sign indicates.
We swam, sunbaked and of course grabbed a cheeky photo for the gram and had a great experience here. It was a nice change from the condensed Sydney Beaches to experience the openness of the beach as well as swim in the surf and catch some waves. Overall it was a great day and we are all eager to return! Continued…Read full original article…
Recreational and social nudism has been a part of the public sphere for a while now, and heading into the new decade, more individuals are dipping their toe into the waters of nudist life and activities.
Some millennials have began embracing nudism out of pure curiosity, and to become members of a group that has been spreading body positivity for straight, gay, trans and non-binary folks alike.
Inclusion has always been a part of the naturist experience. It has been a core tenet of these groups since their inception, and the friendliness you’ll come to find from these people creates a welcoming, non-critical environment that appeals to the young and old. Steve*, co-founder of the Chicagoland Fun Club puts it this way: “It’s an extremely accepting environment, it’s a great place for you to be yourself. When there are no clothes, there are no judgements or predispositions… It’s a great melting pot of all different types of people you can imagine,” Steve said. With the mindset that no one is perfect, people within the nudist lifestyle acknowledge that and embrace their differences.
Steve’s wife Katie, who helped found the club, said the rise of younger people adopting the lifestyle isn’t surprising to her. “I think we have more younger people because millennials tend to be more accepting of people and their differences. I think there is a lot more hang-up from older generations, where it takes time and age for you stop caring as much,” Katie said. Continued…Read full original article…
If you see nudity as sexual then I think you need to open your mind a bit and think outside of the box that society has held you captive in likely all of your life. Being closed minded is not always a good thing.
What do I think?
I believe that nudity is NOT sexual and I see it as artistic or beautiful, until people make it sexual for example a person sitting in a chair, cleaning house, or just relaxing nude is not sexual at all and should not be viewed as such. However, a person performing sex acts on the other hand, I would consider that sexual and that should be kept behind closed doors.
There is a difference between sexual nudity and just plain nudity. Which takes me to my next point in this article.
Warning! Nudity ahead!
If you find all nudity to be sexual then you probably should just leave this post now as this post contains nude images of myself depicting what it is like to live life as a nudist.
The Nudist Lifestyle
Majority of the people I know in real life do not know this fact about me but may learn about it after seeing this post. However, I’ve decided to come clean and be open about my lifestyle choices in 2018. Much like many gay individuals have come forward in recent years however, I’m not gay.
The fact is, I enjoy the nudist lifestyle and I have been enjoying it since I was a child living at my parents house and sneaking around nude whenever possible. Let me explain a bit more… Continued…Read full original article…
MANY brides stress over finding the perfect dress for their wedding.
But one woman decided to avoid the problem altogether and got married completely naked – along with her groom and guests.
Dentist Anca Arsene, 29, and her software developer husband, Valentine, 34, both tied the knot in their birthday suits on a beach in Sardinia.
While the bride wore a flowing veil and the groom sported a dapper bow tie, the professional couple ditched the traditional outfits altogether.
The ceremony took place by the turquoise ocean on the Italian island of Sardinia on July 18 this year, and the couple was even pronounced husband and wife by a naked celebrant.
Typical wedding clothes would never have suited the Romanian naturists, with Anca insisting: “It was so wonderful standing there, in such an idyllic setting with my husband, naked.” Continued…Read full original article…
Dublin has now joined the list of other major cities such as London, Paris, Sydney, Melbourne and Tokyo to embrace naked dining. Irish Naturists in association with The House of Salads restaurant in Portobello combined forces for this maiden experience.
When this was first surfaced a year ago with talks of 45,000 people on the waiting list in London, talk did turn more locally and the question was raised: could such an idea work in Ireland?
After attending the INA supported premiere, I can confirm that the answer is a resounding “Yes !”
For the inaugural event which was restricted to members of Irish Naturist Association, demand far outstripped capacity and the event was sold out 6 weeks in advance. So what was it like I hear you say? Continued…Read full original article…
In 1978 on my first holiday in Greece I paid a short visit to the island of Mykonos. Walking around the harbour I saw a notice: “Bathing costumes must be worn at all times. By order of the Mayor.” Was there some danger of freak waves that the Mayor was so anxious for us? Then I realised that what the Mayor must mean was that bathing costumes were the minimum required. From which it followed that people had been known to wear less. From which it followed that nudists actually existed in the contemporary world and not just in jokes about “nudist colonies”. If I had ventured to one of the beaches away from the town I would no doubt have encountered some, but of course I was ignorant of this.
A couple of years later in Karpathos I met an Irish couple who had been to a beach in Crete where people were apt to sunbathe naked. Every day there was a police raid. And before the strenuous walk down the beach the police of course needed to take a coffee at the beach bar. So the proprietor could send someone down the beach with the message that the police were on their way. And the police could truthfully report to their superiors: “We inspect this beach every day and there is never anybody naked on it.”
I had never understood the need to cover up and liked the idea of nudity when it was warm enough, and had occasionally sunbathed naked in a place where I could be sure of not being observed. So I was interested, you might say. But I wasn’t sure that I would be able to take off my clothes in front of a crowd of people. Then in 1984 when I visited the island of Naxos I found that one of the trips advertised by boatmen from the town harbour was a trip to “Aghia Anna Nudist Beach”. Now what was this? Of course at this time there was no Internet, and such things were not mentioned in newspapers or guidebooks. And who could I ask without embarrassment? A Nudist Beach sounded a very organised affair. I had visions of some sort of invigilator greeting me when I got off the boat and demanding that I take off my clothes there and then. Would I be able to? Continued…Read full original article…
I spent a couple of days up in Cairns last week and after hiking up Glacier Rock, I decided to take a dip in Stoney Creek. I wandered all the way up the creek, as far as I could get, which was only a couple hundred metres but it was far enough away from people that I could skinny dip without too many people coming across me! There was a little cascade at the end and it was real pretty and super peaceful.
The water started getting cold so I got dressed again and that’s when 2 older women arrived. I later found out that they were 60 and 70 year old sisters who frequented the area, in particular, this spot.
The elder sister approached me and said “I dont want to offend you love but we’ve come here to go skinny dipping.” My eyes lit up and I laughed, telling them they’d run into the right person!
We all went skinny dipping together and got talking. The 70 year old woman was telling me that she grew up in the 60s and 70s and she started skinny dipping and getting naked in nature when she was in her 20s and has been doing it ever since! She explained that it was completely normal at that time and it’s just what everybody did. Continued…Read full original article…
I know, it has been a while. In my defense I don’t actually consider myself a “blogger” and the fact I have not posted since January would stand to support that position. That’s not to say I have not thought about updating recently, I have plenty of new naturist experiences to share, and many more opinions on Naturism to share. Time however has not been my friend. Between work, life, and enjoying Naturism, actually blogging about it was low on the to do list.
This past weekend a fellow naturist (thanks David), shared my blog saying “a blog to inspire” and what do you know, I got inspired. Today also happens to be the first day of a staycation that I plan on using as a full nakation. Aside from driving to/from my standard naturist go to locations (Bare Oaks, Ponderosa, Port Burwell) I don’t intend to wear clothes until I return to work on Sunday. So why not spend some naked time blogging.
Originally this blog was about my life as a single, 30 something guy, who suddenly realized clothes were overrated. I focused mainly on the experience side of things as a single man in the naturist world as this was the kind of information I was looking for as a type of guidance when I was a newbie nudie but had a hard time finding. Hopefully those who have read my previous posts found them of use. Even if you were not a single 30 something newbie nudie. While I was not always single during the last few years, however as a naturist I may as well have been. I dated one woman who I successfully introduced to naturism but sadly we were not “compatible” as it were. And then there is my long time platonic friend Tara whom I have mentioned many times however her personal life meant she was……lets say an occasional naturist. So on I went and there I blogged, as a single naturist 90 percent of the time. Continued…Read full original article…
On Saturday evening I was asked to judge the best-dressed competition at a Perth nudist club’s Italian night. That’s right. Best. Dressed. At a nudist club.
How did I get here?
Italian night at Sunseekers Nudist Club is not for the faint-hearted. A guest of the club on Saturday, I was nervous before I’d even set foot on the property. I didn’t grow up in a nudist family, I have no nudist friends, I really like clothes.
Oregon is no stranger to nudity. Our state is home to amenities galore for nude recreation, including two nude beaches, clothing-optional hot springs, the world’s largest naked bike ride and four nude resorts.
The oldest of those resorts, Squaw Mountain Ranch, first opened in 1933 as “The Hesperian Society” a nudist colony in the woods near Estacada. Two years later, enterprising Oregonian reporter Edward M. Miller and photographer Frank Sterrett paid a visit, “prompted by an active case of Acute Curiosity.”
Their visit, and the early days of Oregon’s nude recreation, were captured in Miller’s colorful narration, printed in the Sunday Oregonian on Aug. 11, 1935. (The story is reprinted here, edited for length and with some words omitted due to illegibility from scanning the original copy of the newspaper.) Continued…Read full original article…
I’m ON a beach on the Costa Brava. The sand is smooth and white, the sea is turquoise and clear, and there is naked flesh everywhere.
It is impossible to escape. There are families running around with bits dangling, older couples with lined folds and bronzed women slathering their bodies in factor 30. No matter where I turn I’m confronted with bums and boobs.
The sight is overwhelming. I have never seen so much nudity. In my normal London life the closest I get to public undressing is in the yoga changing rooms, or the occasional topless sunbathing session at the Hampstead ladies’ pond — where you have to put your bikini back on before you go for a swim.
In Spain that would be unthinkable: everyone goes topless on the beach, even when it’s in the centre of Barcelona. Most major beaches across the 8,000km coastline have dedicated nudist areas. Locals think nothing of stripping off on their balconies for a quick siesta/sunbathe, or skinny-dipping in a river mid-hike. As one friend told me — while standing naked at the top of a waterfall with families swimming below — “Estamos en España!” (no one cares). Continued…Read full original article…