I for one hate to sunbathe, prefer reading, board games, spinning, weaving, real hiking, dancing, crocheting, swimming (not floating

, which is just sunbathing on the water.) view favor doing this in the shade. We have several wild and largely private acres, and have plans to come up with hiking trails through some of it. We’ll subsequently need to deal with poachers and armed dope growers utilizing the trails. No where’s perfect! I am mainly bare in the house when it is warm enough. Lately, I have began being nude when certain select buddies are here. I discovered I was uncomfortable being naked when the others were clothed, but I persevered and it got better. I think maybe that clothing elective isn’t simpler than universal nudity for me. Really though, I simply prefer doing anything in nature rather than ‘civilized’ when naked. Except for the thorns.

Has anyone here ever gotten so used to being nude at home that they forget when they’re elsewhere? This just occurred to me last weekend, we were working at a rendezvous (not a nudist venue) plus a huge wind blew up during the nighttime. I sat up in bed and started to crawl out of our tarp shelter to ensure everything in camp was buttoned down tight, and realized I was going to go out entirely naked with other people all around me. Afterward I actually thought to myself, “this wind feels so good, do I risk it?” The reply was, obviously, “No!” but the point is, I really forgot about being nude in the very first place. Anybody here done that?

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