And here we are again, another end of the month. Farewell to November, 2017. Of all of the 30-day months throughout the year, November always seems – to me, anyway – to be the shortest of all the “shortys.” I’m really not sure why this is so, perhaps the reason is to just get the rest of this year behind us and start a new one.
Please remember that no one should have ever promised you that being a bare practitioner was a sanitized way of living. Just like everything else in life, there are those times when we all have to “get-down and get dirty.” We landscape nude. We sweat (perspire) when we participate in the World Naked Bike Ride. We build bridges when clothes-free and we help clean beaches and parks of debris and trash wearing nothing more than our skin. Some of us even work while not wearing clothes, as shown in the image below.
The fourth Thursday of the month of November, annually, is Thanksgiving Day in the U.S. Originally, it was a day to be thankful for a bountiful and successful harvest. Although that remains the rationale for the holiday, in recent years it has become something entirely different and the concept has lost the intended meaning. The religious overtones of the observance have all but disappeared from the national conscious. Given that the day is celebrated nationally and the reality of the diversity of belief systems within this country, that is probably the best.
Taking the subway is a hassle-free means to get to your destination. There would be even less stress involved if those of us who are bare practitioners (naturists/nudists) could enjoy the convenience of travelling clothes-free as is Daniel Shoneye in the photograph above. I know for a fact that if nudity were allowed, I’d subway all over the Washington, D.C., metropolitan area. Alas, that’s probably never going to happen anytime soon but at least I can hope for clothes-freedom somewhere in my future!
One of the best reasons for all bare-practitioners (naturists, nudists) in the Northern Hemisphere to pack their passports, beach towels and sunscreen and fly-away to South Africa is upon us. It is now almost South African Nude Week. A time for South Africa to feature and showcase itself as a premier destination for all of us who enjoy the delights of clothes-freedom.
Political correctness is an euphemism for being inclusive and polite, something the current leadership in the USA is totally unfamiliar with and a stranger to the ideal. I had promised myself that I would strive to remain aloof from politics on this site for the next four years (hopefully). Obviously, I have failed miserably in that endeavor.
In my warped and convoluted way of thinking – which I am among the first to admit is very nudecentric (nude-focused) – a mixed couple is nothing more than one partner in the relationship who prefers being bare and the other partner who prefers to be textile (clothed). That’s how I define a mixed couple. It’s not a judgment on the individuals who make up the couple, just a means of defining them – together. It’s how I view them as they relate to Aaron and myself.
Throughout the world, tomorrow, the 11th day of the 11th month (November 11), is observed as Armistice Day. On this day in 1918, the armistice or cease-fire was signed and implemented at 11:00 a.m. The armistice ended the carnage and destruction of the Great War (World War I). In the United States, tomorrow is known as Veteran’s Day. In the United Kingdom and throughout the Commonwealth, it is Remembrance Day.
In the USA, it is a time to acknowledge the veterans of all wars, both living and deceased.
I’ve written here of my experience while as an undergraduate student at university of working as a nude model for the art classes there. For those who missed my earlier post, please click the following title for a direct link: Posing Nude. One aspect of my employment that I neglected to mention was a hazard of posing naked, although “hazard” is perhaps too negative a word to use.
The above image is one that I discovered recently and for the longest time I pondered over how best to use it. Taken by itself, the photographer’s intent isn’t clear. The more that I thought about it, I felt inexplicably attached to this picture – perhaps it was due to the ambiguous meaning or message. That’s why the title of this particular post is “Uncertainty,” because that’s exactly how I feel about this photo.