I have no religion that requires any kind of dress.
Nude is not my dishonor. My nudity actually honors what I am.
What’s with me wearing these clothes?
I feel foolish in these clothes with all things considered. Looking back at old pictures… I notice that fashion gets mighty bizarre through time. Most people don’t even seem to realize it… Then, they look back a few years later of photos of bizarre hair styles, strange plastic belts, odd shapes and weird accessories.
Why clothes?
While we are away, mostly in a world without internet, telephones, Walmart, or dress codes, I have a few articles caught up with and scheduled to publish, but also, I have this series of shorts. I had planned to make a video of this and perhaps I still will, but I thought that it might be something nice to fill in, until we return with a ton of new tales to tell and show to you.
I am on the forum of FreeRangeNaturism.com often, if you would like to converse.
During those covid days, social status was something that got disused… like my closet door.
It was set aside, and that is where it belongs… I enjoyed having it put in its actual place, along with its associated competition and stress.
I’m not afraid without these clothes. I don’t need their protection.
Why am I wearing them?
Naturally naked, I feel more spiritual… connected… more aware in every moment… The worldly, all of that stuff, the rest of it…it falls away and the present becomes a wonderful place. I’m more in touch with who I am…I’m a being having an experience in this body, with feelings, and a billion sensations.
Naturally naked is the real stuff.
So, WHY am I wearing these clothes?
While we are away, mostly in a world without internet, telephones, Walmart, or dress codes, I have a few articles caught up with and scheduled to publish, but also, I have this series of shorts. I had planned to make a video of this and perhaps I still will, but I thought that it might be something nice to fill in, until we return with a ton of new tales to tell and show to you.
I am on the forum of FreeRangeNaturism.com often, if you would like to converse.
I have no shame… Obviously, I’m not supposed to suffer shame.
I accept me as I am… My nude body isn’t dangerous… I’m safe to be around… I just spent months hanging around with this naked body and just a few others and we would all say that that is certainly fact.
So, Why am I wearing these clothes?
While we are away, mostly in a world without internet, telephones, Walmart, or dress codes, I have a few articles caught up with and scheduled to publish, but also, I have this series of shorts. I had planned to make a video of this and perhaps I still will, but I thought that it might be something nice to fill in, until we return with a ton of new tales to tell and show to you.
I am on the forum of FreeRangeNaturism.com often, if you would like to converse.
MY health is MY message. When my body is exposed to myself and others it advertises my state of health. That’s about it… I’m not a billboard for something else, other than what I am.
Adding clothing just makes everything more complicated… If I have a message, I can just express myself by opening my mouth, or moving this body.
I don’t need clothing to provide emotional security.
I have no embarrassment when this body is being seen…why would I?
Nothing could be more individual or unique than my natural outfit? The choice is made simply and very easily.
Naked is much better than living in uniforms. Uniformity can be painfully dishonest. It can be demeaning and categorical.
So, Why am I wearing these clothes?
While we are away, mostly in a world without internet, telephones, Walmart, or dress codes, I have a few articles caught up with and scheduled to publish, but also, I have this series of shorts. I had planned to make a video of this and perhaps I still will, but I thought that it might be something nice to fill in, until we return with a ton of new tales to tell and show to you.
I am on the forum of FreeRangeNaturism.com often, if you would like to converse.
I spent months in one outfit. The great covid shutdown/shutout allowed me to not dress for about anything I needed to do. So, of course, I just lived nude. For a couple of hours once every week or so, I put on the same shorts and shirt and went shopping for necessities for a couple of hours. Otherwise, there was no need for clothes. The notion of living my life in bare comfort couldn’t have been more apparent or practical.
I used a sit-down towel or two, a shower towel… and once in a while…the above mentioned shopping costume might finally get soiled enough for the laundry.
Not cooped up in clothing, skin free to breath, just a dab of dust collected, I wasn’t in much need of bathing as often… A body performs its tasks remarkably well when not hindered by cloth, but instead covered in air…all naturally.
I wasn’t stuffed into underwear… then stuffed into pants, and then left to stuffy extra heat. That creates discomfort AND a perfect incubation of excessive bacteria.
My body very efficiently aired out in comfort.
YUP, the experience of not dressing has shed a very apparent light on many of the questions of nudity.
While we are away, mostly in a world without internet, telephones, Walmart, or dress codes, I have a few articles caught up with and scheduled to publish, but also, I have this series of shorts. I had planned to make a video of this and perhaps I still will, but I thought that it might be something nice to fill in, until we return with a ton of new tales to tell and show to you.
I am on the forum of FreeRangeNaturism.com often, if you would like to converse.
I had some clearing out to do, when I found some old papers, printouts from the early internet. From David Icke E Magazine, I’d printed an article out on December 31st, 2000, a year after the millennia computer crash silliness, probably from a Web TV, or something. It was titled “Nudity” by Voltaire.
I had to investigate. Was this real? After a search of “nudity”, I found Voltaires’ Philosophical Dictionary, a treatise of his writings, but only under the title “nakedness.” The famous philosopher actually wrote this back in the 1700’s.
An Image of Voltaire’s Nude Statue
From: Voltaire’s Philosophical Dictionary
NAKEDNESS
Why should one lock up a man or a woman who walked stark naked in the street? and why is no one shocked by absolutely nude statues, by pictures of the Madonna and of Jesus that may be seen in some churches?
It is probably that the human species lived long without being clothed.
People unacquainted with clothing have been found in more than one island and in the American continent.
The most civilized hide the organs of generation with leaves, woven rushes, feathers.
Whence comes this form of modesty? is it the instinct for lighting desires by hiding what it gives pleasure to discover?
Is it really true that among slightly more civilized nations, such as the Jews and half-Jews, there have been entire sects who would not worship God save by stripping themselves of all their clothes? such were, it is said, the Adamites and the Abelians. They gathered quite naked to sing the praises of God: St. Epiphanius and St. Augustine say so. It is true that they were not contemporary, and that they were very far from these people’s country. But at all events this madness is possible: it is not even more extraordinary, more mad than a hundred other madnesses which have been round the world one after the other.
We have said elsewhere that to-day even the Mohammedans still have saints who are madmen, and who go naked like monkeys. It is very possible that some fanatics thought it was better to present themselves to the Deity in the state in which He formed them, than in the disguise invented by[Pg 223] man. It is possible that they showed everything out of piety. There are so few well-made persons of both sexes, that nakedness might have inspired chastity, or rather disgust, instead of increasing desire.
It is said particularly that the Abelians renounced marriage. If there were any fine lads and pretty lasses among them, they were at least comparable to St. Adhelme and to blessed Robert d’Arbrisselle, who slept with the prettiest persons, that their continence might triumph all the more.
But I avow that it would have been very comic to see a hundred Helens and Parises singing anthems, giving each other the kiss of peace, and making agapæ.
All of which shows that there is no singularity, no extravagance, no superstition which has not passed through the heads of mankind. Happy the day when these superstitions do not trouble society and make of it a scene of disorder, hatred and fury! It is better without doubt to pray God stark naked, than to stain His altars and the public places with human blood.
I am on the forum of FreeRangeNaturism.com often, if you would like to converse.
“You’ll get used to wearing clothes,” they say. Well yes, I’d probably get used to anything, but is constant clothing actually beneficial? Can it be harmful? Maybe clothing is something that should be done only in moderation? There are of course the superficial differences, but as a longer time nude will show, if one just takes note, the restrictions coming from clothing have far greater negative and even damaging effects.
Examples of Greater Deeper Effects:
Most obviously, just throwing off clothing reveals an immediate release, relief, or liberation, but I’m saying that the effect of clothing is deeper than that.
In constant clothing, health, psychological and spiritual benefits, all three, are lost in an artificial norm. There is a disassociation from our essence, the base, our very foundation. One needs to be in touch with one’s grounded essence to function better. As examples, a short meditation, or a deep breath during the day, being and in the moment are known health aides. Try taking a Ben Franklin air bath. It is certain, clothing disassociates us.
One may ask me, “Why are you so obsessed with being naked?” My usual response is “Ask yourself why you are clothed. Could that be an obsession?” Nude is the default position. Clothing is an additive. This justifies my lifestyle, but why is it such an important issue to me?
After spending several days acceptably nude, it is most common to notice that putting on clothing, just to be socially acceptable, is physically confining, bunched up, hot, evidently unnatural and often, actually uncomfortable.
Unless I get overwhelmed by cold, I don’t need anything to supplement my natural bodily ability for homeostasis. The body, the mind, the whole system adjusts as a complete system. It is quite complex, an ancient natural gift adapted to adept. It is honed and amazing. The freer that it is to do its job, the better it works.
I am my body and also, there is more. Something essential is lost in clothing. The joy of nudity is lost, but something more than clothing is taken away. In my skin, I’m in touch with the world around me, all senses are more aware and I’m more integrated. This aligns with and supports a more natural place, or sense of being. It opens the pathways to other senses in a unified natural activity of awareness and body.
Other senses are felt about the body, such as, I have a greater sense of well-being. I have a deeper sense of being a part of something quite amazing, even oneness. If one just tries free range naturism and is simply being aware; there is a generally obvious observation, which can expand into more in time.
This is another short post, something that I wrote a while back. There simply isn’t enough time these couple of weeks to sit down, take a complete day and finish the complex continuation, or the finale of either of the two story directions that we are flowing toward. Please, give time time as it unfolds.
I am on the forum of FreeRangeNaturism.com often, if you would like to converse.
After the day’s wandering, we ponder about the mysteriously weird behavior of those two intrusive guys. They had parked down the road at the base of the turnoff to our camp, but we aren’t sure what drew them to park there. Perhaps they left clues.
The day still feels young, even though it is winding down. We can see that the sun is nearer to setting, as we look through the tree’s canopy. We decide to take a stroll in this idyllic weather. It will be a short walk before eating. We won’t need anything, just shoes to glide over the loose sticks and stones…and a camera.
The two track road rambles through the taller trees. It gently waves up and down to the dictates of the contours of the little ravines that head toward the creek bottom at the center of the canyon.
It is not long before we are at the intersection, and then soon there is a turn off heading downhill, or downstream toward a wood stack rail fence. It looks rustic and authentic. Long pieces of mesquite have been stacked in between two posts of similar material. It has been a corral. It is still together. The tire tracks of the two guy’s SUV lie in a patch of dust.
We begin to explore, to see if the ranching still functions. It is capable, but not being used today. We mosey across the tall grass fields to see what is there. From here, we can see in the distance from the base of this pair of canyons confluence. For miles, the easy slope of the bajada fans out before us.
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