“Let’s go to King Spa,” a friend said seven months ago, inviting me to the Korean Spa. The trip involved saunas, relaxation, and critically, nudity. Four of my friends were going, and they wanted to welcome me to the naked club. I pride myself on being a body positive person— or acting like I am when I don’t feel it— so I responded: “I’m all over that.”
I was terrified.
Nudity is something that we don’t really do in The U.S. I think it’s something that shouldn’t be weird, but I am a product of my environment, and it would be a lie to say that I didn’t feel weird about it.
Then my grandmother went into hospice. It was a lucky break (only regarding this one thing). I missed the trip, and I didn’t have to confront my nudity demons. Not yet.
In November, an email popped up in my inbox. The subject line read, “King Spa!” I was all in. My back had been killing me for weeks, and I was ready for some hot water, hot saunas, and time with my close gal pals.
Eastbourne Naturist Swim Club and ‘The Renaissance Nude’ I happened to see an article online about Paris naturists arranging a visit to a modern art gallery – the Palais de Tokyo. It made the news not the least because 30,000 people wanted to get tickets to be naked in the art gallery. Although this was a private event and only 161 people were able to attend it was notable for being so newsworthy.
A friend of mine suggested we try the Royal Academy and specifically the exhibition ‘The Renaissance Nude’. I wasn’t sure this would have great appeal and I thought that pictures that were 500 years old might be difficult to relate to. After all many naturists believe that staring at others (dressed or not) is rude and we engage in eye to eye contact much more that non-naturists and that gives new naturists a comforting experience as they are given the confidence that people are interested in their personalities rather than their looks.
So actually we are viewing the pictures, much as a non-naturist might, to find out what people really look like, except that we know when we see an idealised representation that is unrealistic. This period from around 1400 turns out to be very interesting and the reasons for painting nudes then was often quite different from the current, often commercial, standpoint.
I wrote to them and a group visit was quite easily arranged, although we would be segregated as usual from the public having to attend after normal opening hours. The Royal Academy provided online ticket arrangements and organised a low key media release.
62 naturists visited and we were provided with a room to undress, the cloakroom stayed open, a photographer from Getty Images made some pictures and we all proceeded naked up the grand staircase and then up some glass stairs to the top gallery. Here we had the exhibition to ourselves for two hours. We were able to purchase audio guides and the main shop stayed open. There are also quite a few free galleries available to see and although there were several members of staff in the building who were not officiating with us, there were no signs of awkwardness. The staff who looked after us were very welcoming and at ease. Any trepidation that there might have been from the RA’s very first naturist visit soon evaporated and by the end we were discussing a repeat visit and we are keen to do so.
Some of us were privileged to attend a private viewing of an exhibition, The Renaissance Nude organised by the J Paul Getty Museum in association with the Royal Academy of Arts. The latter housed the chosen works of Renaissance masters (and mistresses) within its Burlington House headquarters in London. But there was a difference; everyone who attended the exhibition were themselves naked.
I have visited the RA in London many times over the last 35 years: but usually to attend their Summer Exhibition. This annual event has been one of the highlights of the artistic year in England now for over 250 years. The grand courtyard entrance, marble foyer and steps to the galleries are as familiar as my own home, but then step into that space without clothing then the feeling is unsettling and dreamlike. Yes, indeed, it was like that anxiety dream we all have.
My fellow Naturists drifted up the steps, past the friendly but nevertheless frozen faced security staff on our way to the main gallery. As we entered the subdued lighted rooms, the purpose of our visit began. Which was what exactly?
On the surface, it must have seemed like a bit of a wheeze for the gallery. “Let’s put on a show about how nudes were portrayed in the 15th and 16th Centuries and then get a bunch of 21st Century nude people to look at the art works.” And for the Naturists themselves? Well, any opportunity to get naked and promote naturism as a reasonable and mainstream activity is always welcomed. But then we have the obvious problem: what connection is there really between the two? It might just as well have been an exhibition of steam engines. We might all have been dressed as Firemen.
I have a confession to make: I quite like getting around with my gear off.
To clarify, I’m only clothes-free within the confines of my own home. You won’t find me baring all on a nudist beach, or playing mixed doubles in the buff at a naturist camp, or at the World Naked Bike Ride in Sydney.
I haven’t always had a penchant for being a nudie-rudie; in fact, growing up I was quite the prude when it came to being in the ‘altogether’.
Of course, like any self-respecting toddler I used to LOVE nappy-free time and not wearing anything at all, apart from my Dad’s tennis shoes.
Maybe it was a British thing, and maybe it was because it was too cold in my homeland to be sans clothes.
At school I was always the one who would wait for the one cubicle that had a door to put my PE gear on rather than getting changed in the communal area.
Spencer Tunick in Valencia – April 2019 I have taken part in Spencer Tunick’s art installations before & I love both the experience & the resulting art, so when I heard he was coming to Valencia I didn’t hesitate to book some cheap Ryanair flights direct from my home in Ireland.
Through previous installations and the Spencer Valencia dedicated Facebook page I met with some friends old & new including two other friends from Ireland for a meal the night before. There was a real international flavor to our group with people from Russia, Norway, the Netherlands, the UK, Brazil & Ireland all having a good time with no politics at all. There was much speculation about what Spencer had planned and several of us had spotted a few cherry pickers (raised platforms) around the city but as usual none of us really knew what Spencer had planned.
The morning of the installation we met in Centre del Carme Cultura Contemporània Carrer Museu, a museum in the centre of Valencia at 5 am. We gathered outside and the air of anticipation was palpable and even for people like me who’d taken part before it was hard to resist being swept up in the buzz. There was much nervous chatter and introductions, I got chatting to a Spanish girl who was alone so I introduced her to my friends so she felt part of a group.
Finally the door opened to the museum & we were filtered through a small entrance way where we had to hand in our model release forms before proceeding into a large courtyard with a walkway around it; here the men & women were separated with the men being brought into a second separate courtyard with a similar walkway around, there was more waiting and nervous chatter.
After a relatively short wait Spencer came in and with the help of a male & female model Spencer demonstrated the poses he wanted us to do during the various installations he had in mind.
Simon Sansome, 37, who runs campaigning group Ability Access, posted an ‘empowering’ image of Vicky Balch, 23, as an example of bravery.
The activist, from Leicester, slammed Facebook’s action as ‘discrimination’ and said he was left ‘appalled’ by the decision.
The image in question shows Vicky, 21 at the time, in a nude shot focusing on her amputated leg, which was shared almost three years ago.
Simon, who suffered spinal damage after a rugby accident four years ago and now uses a wheelchair, recorded a call with a member of Facebook’s marketing team.
The operator is believed to have said: ‘Anything that’s disturbing isn’t allowed on Facebook.
‘You have to understand, I’m sure some people find it disturbing to see pictures of disabled people. I don’t, but some might.
‘I have never come across a page that promotes disability.’
The panelist of "Incorrectas", Camila Salazar, and the radio producer Juan Ignacio "Mela" Meliton armed the suitcases and set out to tour several countries together.
The idea of the couple, who will marry in September of this year, is "to generate a beautiful network of travelers around the world where the learning of cultures is reciprocal". "We want to inspire them to understand that traveling is possible and you do not have to be a millionaire (much less) to achieve it, you just need to be practical, organized, responsible and have a nice energy to cross with incredible people to help you in your goals," he said. Camila.
Shock and awe are feelings I've experienced in Hawaii many times before—usually due to the power of the waves, their proximity to the reef and how swells there are prone to doubling in size if you take your eyes off the horizon for even half a second. But this was a different kind of surprise. This was simply more nudity than I was expecting to see in a public place on a Wednesday morning.
It was an otherwise serene setting in the lineup of an obscure Big Island reef. The rain had just stopped and the sun was coming through the clouds in golden columns of heavenly light. The wind had been offshore all morning and a head-high swell offered tapering rights that folded idyllically into thin-lipped barrels. There was also a rainbow, of course.
"This guy…" Hawaiian surfer Cliff Kapono said, signaling a disturbance in the dreamy session.
On the beach, a middle-aged, Caucasian male with long, dreadlocked hair and a thick beard attached his leash to his ankle and stood proudly in the sun. He arched his back and stretched his arms wide, attempting to create the broadest surface for the morning rays to land. He smiled, eyes closed, his entire body frozen in bliss. He wasn't wearing any shorts.
At first I was very confused, but then I remembered something Kapono had said days before, when we encountered a strange, shirtless guitar player in downtown Hilo. "Spiritual refugees," he called them: people who didn't feel at home where they were, so they came to Hawaii hoping to connect with the energy of the islands—or, at the very least, get rid of their tan lines.
You started out enjoying being naked around the house, occasionally daring to slip outside when no one was noticing. Along the way you heard that there was a nude beach or resort near you where other people hung out nude. Your curiosity was piqued to the point where you gathered up the courage to finally check out the scene, and you realized that everyone there was very friendly. The people were from all walks of life, but they were the same more than they were different because when people are nude all pretexts are removed. You felt the freedom of being outside nude with no judgment by anyone, so you kept coming back until you realized that you were now a nudist.
Up to now only you and/or your partner was aware of enjoyment of naturism. You’d go off to the beach or resort to socialize with your new nudist friends, but you would not tell your friends and family about what you were doing because of the connotation behind nudity. On the other hand, you now realize the naturalness of being nude and the fact that social nudity is not sexual in the least bit. You have a quandary, because you want to share your enjoyment of naturism with friends and family, but you are concerned about what they will think of you. Additionally, you are reluctant to post or say anything on social media that could impact your career or friendships, yet you know that what you are doing is perfectly natural. What do you do?
Hippies rose in the 1960. Flower power, free love, and yes, nudity, were some of the things that hippies promoted. They were against war (I like that) and most of them promoted a relaxed, kind, loving lifestyle.
During those times, especially in the beginning, hippies shocked most of the good people with their open way of life and their appreciation of the human body. I think it’s the nudity that was the biggest hangup for people.
Someone walks past you on the street. She’s wearing a shirt of an unpopular band, jeans that went out of style ten years ago and shoes you know she bought from Walmart. A businessman rushes past you and bumps right into her – he spills his Starbucks latte on his Armani suit. It clearly wasn’t her fault but she kindly apologizes and offers to buy him a new drink. He takes one look at her and immediately dismisses her, rolling his eyes at her ill-fitting, tacky band shirt, and continues on his way.
Clothing serves several purposes. It protects us from the elements, gives us opportunity to express ourselves and feel comfortable, and helps structure and identify individuals and groups in schools and workplaces. But it also makes it very easy to judge people. It’s so easy that most of us don’t even think about it. The girl in the band shirt clearly wasn’t worth the rich businessman’s time. A college student in a Hollister polo shirt and khakis won’t feel the same kinship with his hipster barista than with someone who dresses similar. We form opinions on people based on what they’re wearing and internally place them in social classes. Clothing becomes a layer of judgement we place over others.
But what happens when we remove those layers?
Hey friends, good naked morning on this lovely Sunday. Yeah, normally I blog on a Saturday morning, but I was workin’ all day yesterday—almost passed out. For the beginning of fall, these past few days have felt like how July and August should have felt if only we didn’t have such a cold summer. We hadn’t really had a 90-degree day up here in my area of Northern Michigan until really this weekend, THE FIRST WEEKEND OF FALL! I was down filming a local festival, and yesterday I was filming their queens’ pageant which was a good 2 hours out in the scorching sun and I’m in my sweaty polo—my bottle of water I’d been drinking all morning gone, both of my cameras’ batteries were on the verge of dying…and so was I. The pageant started at 10, and didn’t get over ‘til about 12:30, and I felt so sorry for those girls who had to brave the heat changing behind the tarp curtain in the small bandshell. Luckily when it was all over, the concessions were nearby and I got some pizza for lunch and best of all…an ice cold bottle of water! I started feeling a lot better afterwards.
Right on the edge of the park there in Atlanta is the Thunder Bay River, and I was so tempted to jump in for a swim—especially after I got a notification from one of my [textile] friends from a Christian ministry I belong to, he was working all day but took a break to take a cool swim in the river. I was practically green with envy…I so wanted to do the same, but I couldn’t because I was still on the job! Plus I didn’t have my suit…wish I could’ve just swam nude, but knowing the surroundings and how professional I had to be, I JUST COULDN’T!
Are nudists and naturists happier than the rest of the world?
Are they more connected with Nature and does that deep connection gives them
different (even better) understanding of themselves?
I am thinking about it for some time now. Since the beginning of my naked journey, my life has changed
to better without any doubt. But the questions are why and how naturism/nudism changed my life?
The most obvious thing that changed in my life is that I started to spend any time that I can, being naked. And the more time I was spending naked the more I was paying attention to my body. I started to treat my body as my temple, as my home. I started to appreciate my own body. It was not, and it is not a perfect body, but it is the only I have and I can’t get a new one. If I want it to be healthier, if I want it to look better I have to work on it, take care of it.
Before my nudist journey, I was taking my body for granted. Wasn’t eating good, wasn’t working out at all… All I have done for my body was to wash it and use body lotion twice a year (if I even had remembered).
You know when you’re nervous about public speaking and your friends advise you to “imagine the audience in their underwear?” Well, that’s exactly what I did when I performed stand-up recently at one of the most fear-inducing shows I’ve ever done … except in this scenario there was no “imagining” and there was no “underwear.” My audience was full on real and full on nude.
Yup. They were completely, totally, utterly butt naked. The dress code was semi-formal “birthday suits” and the guest list included penises, boobs, and vaginas galore. I told jokes for twenty minutes to a bunch of bare booties, although I was less focused on their bare booties and more focused on my own. See, I was equally garmentless.
Yup. I was completely, totally, utterly, bare-butt naked. At this point you’re probably wondering HOW? WHY? HUH? WHAT? WHY? WHY? WHY? Excellent questions and ones I’ve been asked by multiple people, including my mother, but her inquiries were more along the lines of “Oh my god, Jess, why?? Do you need to borrow some money?” and “Please, how much money do you need to borrow?” I explained to her that I didn’t disrobe out of a desperate need for quick cash. I said yes to the gig because I wanted to do it, because it was a unique opportunity, and because it was an experience I knew I wasn’t going to forget anytime soon.
No, I did not forget to put pants on before heading into the office one day. I am not that out of my mind yet. It is a privilege for a select few of us, the opportunity to work from home on occasion.
In a previous job I was able to do so two or three times a week. My current position requires a more hands on approach so working from home is not something I do very often anymore. However in our modern and very connected world, no one thinks much of it if once a month I play the “have an appointment” or “the roads are terrible” game as an excuse to work from home, avoiding the office and the terrible torment of getting dressed. I hope this is something each of you gets the opportunity to try at least once in your life because being naked while working makes working much more fun. Just for fun, I thought I would document a recent work naked from home day. Continued…Read full original article…
The nude beach or a nudist resort are obviously the most common answers but they do not necessarily reflect the truth. Most often, nudism is something that starts at home. The reason why people tend to name certain social nudist places as their first “nude experience” is just because often home nudism is not really seen like nudism at all. When people asked us in the past about when and where we had become nudists, we would have answered “around 2010 at camping Bleesbruck in Luxembourg”. Now we know that this isn’t exactly true. Ever since the day we left the metaphorical nest (being our parent’s house) we did spend a lot of time in the nude. We slept nude, we walked from the bedroom to the bathroom to the kitchen for a midnight snack in the nude. On lazy Sundays we often didn’t wear much clothes either. We were nudists without even ever considering the term.
Our steps into social nudism all happened somehow by accident. If we hadn’t gotten that coupon which led us straight to a nude sauna and if the textile part of that campground in Luxembourg hadn’t been so full and loud, chances are that we would never have discovered the fabulous nudist lifestyle. It’s very likely that our nudism would have stayed between the four walls of our apartment.
There are many statistics about the amount of nudists per region or country. In western countries like most of Europe and the USA this number tends to be around 5% of the population. Which isn’t much. If you’d count the number of people who sleep with a teddy bear, who eat hamburgers every day of the week or who think that the world is flat, it’s likely that they could outnumber the nudists. This is mainly because even though many people like to spend some time in the nude, they don’t necessarily consider themselves nudists or naturists. Many people enjoy nudity at home but don’t feel any need to be naked around strangers. Some live in countries where social nudism just does not exist or is even illegal. And many others have concerns about nudist places or gave it a try but didn’t like nudist resorts. They like to be nude in their house and garden. But maybe it would be better if it was shared with some others. Continued…Read full original article…
We’re headed on vacation in a week. Just a quick getaway for my wife and me. We’re headed to Cypress Cove in Kissimmee for the first time. I’ve heard good things and considering that we live in the Midwest U.S. and haven’t felt 75+ degrees since October, understandably, we can’t wait to go.
Yes, I’ll be writing a blog post about our experiences and why (or why not) Cypress Cove would be a great destination for the first time or new naturist/nudist couple. Today though I woke up extra excited for our trip. It’s still a few days away but for me, the trip has already begun in my head.
While most of our friends don’t know too much about the naked vacations my wife and I go on throughout the year, the few that do always hit on the same topics. “Isn’t it really sexual?” Nope, not at all. I know it sounds impossible, but it is actually not a sexually charged environment at all. It feels more freeing and open. No one is judging one another. It’s all about body acceptance and enjoying the day in your own skin. I’ll explain more later.
“Isn’t it embarrassing walking around naked with your privates hanging out?” It’s actually pretty comfortable and when you’re naked and everyone around you is naked too, you really don’t notice. I’ll admit, at first it was unnerving walking around without clothing but that lasted all of about 15 minutes. And surprisingly, when you’re around other naked people, you really don’t notice it after awhile. Your skin is your “clothing.”
“What do you do all day when you’re naked?” Well, it’s really what won’t you do… which brings me to the purpose of this post. I can’t wait to get to Cypress Cove. I’m excited to see their property because they offer so much to do. Yes my wife loves laying by the pool and tanning in the sun or skinny dipping in the pool. I do too. But for me, it’s all that plus everything else that you can only experience when you are at a safe, clothing optional/nude property and surrounded by other like-minded individuals. Let me explain because here’s where a naked vacation is unlike any other trip you’ve ever had. Continued…Read full original article…
Until you’ve sweated it out in a full-on German sauna, you can’t really claim to be a proper sauna aficionado. Happily it’s an experience I can now tick off my bucket list, courtesy of a free morning while on a work trip to Wolfsburg in Lower Saxony.
Wolfsburg is of course the home of Volkswagen, and the famous VW logo is everywhere in this city. A little research identified BadeLand (www.badeland-wolfsburg.de), a waterpark with separate adjoining sauna area as a suitable facility. Located on the River Aller, it’s within walking distance (25-30 minutes) of the iconic Volkswagen factory with its four chimney stacks dating back to 1938, as well as Volkswagen’s Autostadt museum and customer centre which is well worth a visit. The Courtyard by Marriott hotel is located next door to BadeLand for anyone looking for a convenient place to stay.
The fact that BadeLand’s website is in German only caused a few reservations about whether I would have problems finding my way around, but the helpful lady at the desk explained in perfect English that a half day entry fee of €16.20 would allow unlimited access to both the pool area and the sauna area. If you need towels, they are €2 each, and flip-flops are also recommended – I brought my own. You do need to have swimwear to use the pool side, whereas the sauna area is textile free.
At check-in you are given a wristwatch type sensor that allows access to the various areas, as well as locking your chosen locker and recording any drinks or other items you purchase in the bar area.
Changing facilities for the sauna area are unisex, though there is also a dedicated female changing area. So it was off with the clothes, and with a towel wrapped around me, into the fray. Continued…Read full original article…
In the Canadian city where I used to live, there was a nude beach where I spent a lot of time.
It was no rare occurrence to find, near the beach’s northern boundary, a small but fervent cohort of nude baby boomers distributing Naturism 101 pamphlets.
In an outsize font on an ancient webpage they’d set up, the beach naturists dared visitors to “!!BE NATURAL AND FEEL THE FREEDOM!!’’ They outlined etiquette (no come-ons, no sex) and suggested recreational pursuits (flag football, a potluck).
The naturists could be a little doctrinaire — once, someone wearing nothing but a Tilley hat chided me for my bikini bottom, bellowing, ‘‘Way to be clothed!’’ — but they would usually feign tolerance at the beachgoing public’s ignorance of their framing principles.
“Naturism” and “nudism” are used interchangeably to describe a doctrine of communally convening outdoors in the buff.
The Naturist Talks: Georgina from the UK Naturism is a wonderful lifestyle that started in Europe but is now expanding towards the whole world. Most of the time we share our own views on the different aspects of nudism but once in a while we like to pass the mic to hear about how someone else’s experiences.
Our guest for today is Georgina from the UK, who will tell us everything about her naturist lifestyle and experiences.
Hello Georgina, tell us something about yourself
My name is Georgina and I’m 39 years old. I have two children, a boy and a girl. I’m a photographer of weddings and portraits. I live in Lincolnshire, UK.
How and at what age did you become a naturist?
I was 37 when I discovered naturism. A new relationship led me to research it because he was a naturist. I knew nothing at all about it and after he mentioned it and showed me pictures from events he had been to I got curious. I found a naturist spa meet an hour’s drive away and booked myself and my boyfriend on it. I didn’t tell him until I had booked us on it. He didn’t think I would be interested because of my body insecurities and I too didn’t know if I could go ahead and attend but I wanted to experience it and see what it was all about.
We attended along with around 20 other people. All ages and sizes. I was extremely nervous but within 5 minutes of being there and being naked I forgot about my insecurities and started to relax. I enjoyed the evening, we went in the sauna, the steam room, the Jacuzzi and sat talking to the other attendees while enjoying a drink and something to eat. I came away from that event feeling more at ease with myself than I ever had done before and I realised I wanted to attend more events. Since then we have attended nudestock organised by British Naturism, other spas and swims and beaches. We also went to waterworld, an annual event organised by British Naturism.
Is naturism allowed in your country and what’s the public opinion?
I live in the UK and I believe there are a few naturist beaches around and some naturist organisations. Everything we have attended though has been a private function within a private setting. I’m not really sure what the law is with regards to naturism. It’s not something I do on a daily basis. I am happy to attend organised events. Continued…Read full original article…
As the sun sets over the Nelson Sun Club, we go for a stroll.
A tui flits across the fairway, a cooler breeze rustles through the gum trees. I’m not dressed for the drop in temperature.
As part of my mission to get the full naturist experience at the club – motto: Stay a while, we’ve got nothing on – it’s all or nothing. I choose nothing.
Walking with me on the rolling fairways of the club’s pitch-and-putt nine-hole golf course are secretary Lorraine, wearing just a leopard-print head scarf and a gold chain necklace, vice-president Andrew, in a hat and sandals; committee member Geoff in a floppy hat and red t-shirt and president Russell, positively overdressed in an akubra-style hat and floral shirt.
Not a pair of pants in sight. I’m equipped with only a pen and notepad, which subconsciously moves south towards areas that have not seen the sun in a while. It takes an effort to keep writing.
It takes an effort not to chicken out of the whole thing. Fifty-plus years of conditioning that you wear clothes in the outdoors, especially in company, is a hard thing to shrug off. Continued…Read full original article…
Backyard cricket is an Australian summer tradition going back generations — but this year, millennials have made one very crucial change: They’re doing it completely naked and documenting their exploits on Instagram.
On Australia Day, Get Naked Australia posted a photo of one such game, showing a guy — nude apart from his Akubra — being bowled LBW by a woman wearing nothing but an impressive tan line, as their naked mates fielded.
The photo went off like a prawn left out in the midday sun, accumulating several thousand likes and numerous comments, including one user, who posed a very valid question: “But why?”
Good question, mate! These young Aussies are a part of a growing millennial movement, who like to let it all hang loose with their friends at Australia’s prettiest beauty spots then post photos of themselves on to social media. Continued…Read full original article…
The big survey about naturism we’ve done a while a go showed us that the large majority, more than 60% of our participants, have started with nudism out of curiosity. A huge number. And it made us wonder… these people were curious and actually made the step to give social nudity a try. How many others are out there who haven’t taken the step yet?
From the messages we receive on Facebook, Instagram and this website it seems like there’s still some confusion about the how, where, when and with whom to start with nudism. Some “experienced” nudists will tell you that the first step is nothing. Just take off your clothes and that’s it. From our own first experience we know that it’s not always that easy. We have tackled this topic a couple of times before, but our knowledge is scattered among different blog posts. So we thought it was about time to put it all together in on big complete guide
Why are you interested in nudism?
It’s important to consider this question for a couple of minutes. We’re not going to give you a philosophical disquisition about what nudism and naturism is, but you can have many different reasons to start with this great lifestyle. Finding the perfect place for your first nudist experience depends a lot on the answer to this question.
There are only a few wrong answers. If you want to become a nudist because you think it’s easier to find a sex partner among nudists or because you think it’s fun to spend your free time looking at naked people, nudism is nothing for you. Other than that, pretty much all answers are good ones. Continued…Read full original article…
Surprised, frankly, by the number of intellectuals at Saturday’s gathering of Young British Naturists (YBN). Doctors, solicitors, civil servants and IT specialists let it all hang out at the Midlands homage to “body confidence”.
They believe nudism is socialism in its purest form: only by shedding designer clothes and expensive bling can we be free from judging individuals by their chattels and accoutrements. In the buff, we’re all equal, claim naturists.
So why are there no nude photographs of Lenin?
As a philosophy, it’s deeply flawed. Yes, I peeled off for the convention – and spent the weekend shunning those individuals considerably bigger in the trouser department.
Rip away the trappings of wealth and mankind simply finds other things to be envious about.
One teacher asked during the flesh-fest at Erdington’s Clover Spa: “Have you read Marx?”
As well as adventure, cultural or gastronomic tourism, naturist tourism is a reef that moves some millions of dollars a year and has conquered more and more adepts as well as enjoying beaches where you can walk and sunbathe completely naked, you can Enjoy various other activities dressed as he came to the world.
Naturist tourism already has luxury resorts, cruises and many facilities in dozens of countries around the world, where visitors feel free to walk totally naked.
In Spain, you can enjoy this experience more and more widespread in impressive natural environments in geographies as diverse as the Canary Islands and the Balearic Islands and in Andalusia, mainly in Almeria and Malaga and along the coast of Spain.
In France, every summer 3.5 million people opt for naturism including 2 million foreigners. Germans, Dutch, British, all are attracted by the sun and French beaches where you can sunbathe without clothes. France is the most visited destination in the world by naturists. Without clothes, without social barriers, that is why France every year conquers more followers of this practice. Continued…Read full original article…
So you have decided to give nudism/naturism a try, good for you. Unlike those people who win the lottery and claim it wont change them, most naturists won’t make that same claim. In a textile dominated world, those of us who see clothes as an option rather than a requirement are going to do things a little differently once we escape from our fabric prisons. Your life will change, mostly for the better, and as a result you are going to make some changes too. We spent most of the holiday season with family, and that meant sadly wearing clothes. It did however get Tara and I talking about how we have changed and what changes we have made or intend to make. I made some notes and decided to share with all you wonderful people because it is winter, I live in Canada, and blog worthy naturist experiences will be a bit fewer and farther between for the next few months.
Change comes in many varieties, some are simple enough, others are more complicated. The first thing you will do is change your main living space to make it naturist friendly. I have discussed this from a few different angles in previous blog posts, how to survive a Canadian winter is a perfect example. When I moved in with Tara last year, she was more of a part time naturist and only made a few minor adjustments prior to my moving in. Now that this is my home as well, some agreed to make some additional upgrades. We are lucky her backyard is very private, just some new evergreen shrubs and cedars needed planting in one corner to fill a void created when the trees and bushes go bare in the fall through to spring. Having a dual income to work with also allowed us to splurge and get a hot tub installed. For naturists and textiles alike I would highly recommend this expense, we use it almost daily no matter the weather. Even a basic model is not exactly cheap however, and we wanted something more midrange. Add to that the cost of installation, leveling ground, a new electrical hookup, and so on, this was a huge expense that we did not make on a whim. The reward however, you cannot put a price on it. We still enjoy the occasional visit to our nearby Naturist resort that has an indoor pool and sauna, but it is hard to do better than the convenience of a hot tub steps from your back door. We have ours placed so that it is fully private but open enough we can be outdoors year round enjoying the hot water and no silly swimsuits. I understand this is a luxury beyond the reach for many, it was for us before we became a couple and pooled (pun intended) our resources. If you can manage it I highly recommend the investment. The only other major change to the house was at the front door, There are two accent windows that gave almost full view into part of the home, and a large glass insert in the door that also had some very transparent sections. Some DIY frosting for the accents was cheap and easy enough, the insert was a bit more expensive but totally worth it. That last upgrade actually came via a readers suggestion after my recent embarrassing encounter at our front door, a “smart” doorbell with camera to avoid any further surprises. We got a good deal in the boxing day sales but I have yet to find time to install it. Continued…Read full original article…
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…