Happy Bare Naked Naturist Nudists or not

ImageWhy can’t bare naked naturist nudists barely get along? Such a simple thing as being without clothing draws out so many varying opinions from so many people. There are actually arguments where some insist they are truer nudists than others because they have a deeper or more spiritual understanding of nakedness. Others say they are better nudists because they have more fun being naked.  Some naturists say that some nudists are barely out of the woods in their understanding of nakedness, while some nudists say that naturists are just naked treehuggers barely out of the naked shame closet.  To some just because the word ‘nude’ rhymes with ‘lewd’, things done in the nude become sexual and licentious, while to others the word nakedness implies poverty and want and so should not be used. Nudists appear to be naked people of mixed genders that hang around together in groups, while naturists appear to be naked people of mixed genders that hang around together in the woods or streams or mountains, but not in urban settings. Everybody seems to be hell bent on defining nakedness according to their own understanding of it. Some say that nakedness bring them closer to God, while others say, well, God wouldn’t really mind, while others say the devil makes them get naked. It is all very confusing and divisive. Traditional nudists are fearful of declining numbers and are reaching out to younger nudists to join them in their white plastic lawn chairs set on manicured lawn surrounded by high fences communities. Younger naked people think that traditional (older) nudist are lame and seek more active pursuits like naked biking, canoodling, hiking or just hanging around at home alone or with some naked friends. The balkanisation of nudists/naturists/naked people into small groups that define and cling on to their own narrow precept of what it is to be naked, leads to further angst and discord amongst naked people.

We need to get down to the bare facts, the naked truth about nakedness. First, when you are without clothes on your body, you are naked. Secondly, if you enjoy being naked, you are a nudist. If you enjoy being naked and outside in nature, you are a naturist.  Thirdly, if you enjoy being naked with other naked people, you are a social nudist or social naturist.  As happy bare people we need to come together to further the acceptance of private and of social nakedness.  All the rest of it is just naked dressing.

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Sex and nakedness bare facts

334You would think that those sexy nudists would be having sex all the time.  After all, nakedness affords the not only opportunity but the constant visual stimulation that they just can’t turn away from. Imagine they just sit or stand or lie around, naked as the day they were born, admiring each others exciting and attractive bodies, and just reaching out and taking the fruit of their lustful desires for free.  They don’t even have to ask, they just take with no regard for the poor clothed people that have to work so hard just to get a little action.  And then when they’re done they just lie around like like fat sated walruses, just smacking their lips.  It’s just not fair!

As a nudist I spend about three quarters of my time naked, and I only wish the above was even remotely true.  Fact of the matter is that nudists don’t have sex more often than anyone else.  We are just average, like the textiles.  The constant visual stimulation of having bare bodies around you lasts only for the first few minutes and then fades away. Even the most attractive of us garner little more that a passing glance. The nice thing about being a nudist is that relationships start off not with physical attraction, but with with a more personal interest in the other person. Conversation, companionship and friendship are the first order of the relationship. If sex does occur, it’s private and unhurried, and we don’t have to rip our clothes off.

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The joy of nude housework

I have always been ambivalent about housework. It just had to be done. There was no pleasure in it.  Sure the house looked better if the cleaning was thorough, and there was a feeling of accomplishment, but I never felt good about it.  I had read stories about people that house cleaned in the nude, but I attributed these stories as just stories by crazy people, after all what difference could it make.  Well last Friday and Saturday I had the wooden floors redone in the lower part of the house. The floors were sanded, stained, and three coats of satin finish applied.  Even though measures were taken to keep the dust down, the dust managed to get through the entire house anyway.  A proper cleaning was in order. So 8:00AM Sunday morning, after coffee, I began what to be a big job. The first step was to get the dust down from the light fixtures, the radiators, the shelves etc. I devised  a compressed air system to blow dust out of all the nooks and cavities.  Needless to say I got covered in dust, and when I went into another room, I tracked the dust with me.  So I took off all my clothes. I locked the front door and began to clean.  It went so well, so fast, I was conscious of my nakedness, but it in no hindered me.  It felt so good, easy to bend down, to climb up, totally body aware to what I was doing.  A fresh and new attitude prevailed, I did an extra good job. I then notice that I had become unaware of my nakedness, I was no longer concerned with what the neighbours might think if they looked through the windows. I felt free and liberated, engrossed in my work. Previously I have hung around the house naked, cooking and watching TV, but the naked activity of house cleaning was truly exhilarating, and at the end of it, I jumped into the shower to wash off the dust on me and I even cleaned the shower too while I was at it.  From this point on my house will be spotless!  I wonder what the neighbours will say when I repaint the outside of my house this summer naked.

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A Sun-Bath-Nakedness – Walt Whitman (1819-1892)


Walt Whitman’s Birthday Suit by Thomas Eakins, 1885

Walt Whitman (1819-1892). Prose Works. 1892. I. Specimen Days 133. A Sun-Bath-Nakedness

Sunday, Aug. 27. Another day quite free from mark’d prostration and pain. It seems indeed as if peace and nutriment from heaven subtly filter into me as I slowly hobble down these country lanes and across fields, in the good air as I sit here in solitude with Nature open, voiceless, mystic, far removed, yet palpable, eloquent Nature. I merge myself in the scene, in the perfect day. Hovering over the clear brook-water, I am sooth’d by its soft gurgle in one place, and the hoarser murmurs of its three-foot fall in another. Come, ye disconsolate, in whom any latent eligibility is left—come get the sure virtues of creek-shore, and wood and field. Two months (July and August, ’77,) have I absorb’d them, and they begin to make a new man of me. Every day, seclusion every day at least two or three hours of freedom, bathing, no talk, no bonds, no dress, no books, no manners.

Shall I tell you, reader, to what I attribute my already much-restored health? That I have been almost two years, off and on, without drugs and medicines, and daily in the open air. Last summer I found a particularly secluded little dell off one side by my creek, originally a large dug-out marl-pit, now abandon’d, fill’d with bushes, trees, grass, a group of willows, a straggling bank, and a spring of delicious water running right through the middle of it, with two or three little cascades. Here I retreated every hot day, and follow it up this summer. Here I realize the meaning of that old fellow who said he was seldom less alone than when alone. Never before did I get so close to Nature; never before did she come so close to me. By old habit, I pencill’d down from to time to time, almost automatically, moods, sights, hours, tints and outlines, on the spot. Let me specially record the satisfaction of this current forenoon, so serene and primitive, so conventionally exceptional, natural.

An hour or so after breakfast I wended my way down to the recesses of the aforesaid dell, which I and certain thrushes, catbirds, &c., had all to ourselves. A light south-west wind was blowing through the tree-tops. It was just the place and time for my Adamic air-bath and flesh-brushing from head to foot. So hanging clothes on a rail near by, keeping old broadbrim straw on head and easy shoes on feet, havn’t I had a good time the last two hours! First with the stiff-elastic bristles rasping arms, breast, sides, till they turn’d scarlet—then partially bathing in the clear waters of the running brook—taking everything very leisurely, with many rests and pauses stepping about barefooted every few minutes now and then in some neighboring black ooze, for unctuous mud-bath to my feet a brief second and third rinsing in the crystal running waters rubbing with the fragrant towel—slow negligent promenades on the turf up and down in the sun, varied with occasional rests, and further frictions of the bristle-brush—sometimes carrying my portable chair with me from place to place, as my range is quite extensive here, nearly a hundred rods, feeling quite secure from intrusion, (and that indeed I am not at all nervous about, if it accidentally happens.)

As I walk’d slowly over the grass, the sun shone out enough to show the shadow moving with me. Somehow I seem’d to get identity with each and every thing around me, in its condition Nature was naked, and I was also. It was too lazy, soothing, and joyous-equable to speculate about. Yet I might have thought somehow in this vein: Perhaps the inner never lost rapport we hold with earth, light, air, trees, &c., is not to be realized through eyes and mind only, but through the whole corporeal body, which I will not have blinded or bandaged any more than the eyes. Sweet, sane, still Nakedness in Nature!—ah if poor, sick, prurient humanity in cities might really know you once more! Is not nakedness then indecent? No, not inherently. It is your thought, your sophistication, your fear, your respectability, that is indecent. There come moods when these clothes of ours are not only too irksome to wear, but are themselves indecent. Perhaps indeed he or she to whom the free exhilarating ecstasy of nakedness in Nature has never been eligible (and how many thousands there are!) has not really known what purity is—nor what faith or art or health really is. (Probably the whole curriculum of first-class philosophy, beauty, heroism, form, illustrated by the old Hellenic race—the highest height and deepest depth known to civilization in those departments—came from their natural and religious idea of Nakedness.)
Many such hours, from time to time, the last two summers

I attribute my partial rehabilitation largely to them. Some good people may think it a feeble or half-crack’d way of spending one’s time and thinking. May-be it is.

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Why are we naked?

6a0105364a8fba970c016768f5fc26970b-800wiIf we were like the other 99.9% of mammals, we would have been born with fur. According to scientific theory we hominids have been hairless for at least 1.2 million years. Clothing is much more recent development, the earliest evidence for hide scraping, hides being the most primitive clothing, goes back just some 300,000 years. Nakedness seems to have come about the same time as we learned to make and use fire. Maybe (this is in jest) we lost our fur so we would not catch on fire if we sat too close to the flames.

There are lots of theories as to why we lost our fur, the two most commonly accepted are to reduce the parasite load that fur bearing animal carry and secondly to aid in our ability to hunt larger animals. Humans are not only one of the few mammals that are naked, but also one of the few mammals that sweat through the skin. The sweating through the skin gives us the ability to run long distances over long periods of time and to lose the body heat generated quickly and efficiently. Other mammals can only lose the heat generated through their mouths or paws. By picking and pursuing one weak individual in a herd, we could chase that animal till it literally fell over from heat exhaustion and we could club or spear it to death. Humans on the plains of Africa that still hunt this way, can pursue an animal all day long.9152702

So nakedness is part of our strategy for survival. Running with clothes on is a detriment to the chase because like our prey, we overheat. Our bodies are very effective at moderating temperature, we adjust to heat by sweating, to cold by shivering to keep warm, the hair on our heads is to protect us from the sun and the cold, but are bodies are meant to be naked.


One of the greatest pleasures if being naked is the way that your skin feels, almost like being free to breathe, ever so aware of the slightest change in temperature or air movement or of any physical thing you come up against. Clothing, no matter how little masks all this and disguises the sensation of touch. When you are clothed, you are constantly being stimulated by your clothing, not by your environment. The artificial and constant stimulation of clothes separates us and puts us out of tune with our surroundings. Restrictive clothing is even worse, it reduces circulation (look at the marks a tight bathing suit or bra leaves), does not permit sweat to escape, hence keeping parts of your body constantly moist and allowing a breeding ground for bacteria and parasites.

Clearly, when it is cold outside, it is much better to wear clothing, but when it is pleasant or hot, outside or in, the best choice is to stay bare.

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First visit to a nude beach story

A charming article about a first visit to  nude beach.

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Happy Bare at home

Some folks just like to be naked in the comfort of their own homes. When they are naked at home they can relax and let the stress of their busy days just dissipate away. They leave the madness of the modern world outside. At home they can hang out in the nude, doing home type things, fixing, cleaning, cooking, reading, sleeping or watching TV. Outside their homes, weather and neighbours permitting, there’s gardening, pool, hot tub, or just sunbathing. The nudist community is made up of people from all walks of life and ages who all believe that being together while nude is fun, relaxing, and comfortable. If you are a home nudist, visit a local nudist resort and meet other people who feel the way you do. Nudists are not about sex. Nudists are about being free, free of clothing. Being bare.


Bare and Happy.


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