Reflections: End of May, 2018

Sometimes, even just thinking about how it feels to be bare is almost as good as actually being clothes-free. I’m referring to those times in our lives when being nude just simply isn’t a viable option – such as work. Even though I am open about being a naturist/nudist (bare practitioner) with most of my co-workers, I still don’t have the option of coming onto campus in just my birthday suit (skin). My university and the District of Columbia don’t extend to me that freedom.


There comes a time in our lives when we all require some balance. No matter who we are, we need to try and establish some sense of harmony in our personal, professional and public lives. For example, on a beautiful and prefect Spring day, I need to work to contribute to society and to pay my bills. As much as I would love to be outside and naked, that scenario just isn’t part of the equation.  

This past April, the department head at the university where I teach, decided at the very last-minute to add a course that I teach to the university’s May term. Not only did this news reach me without any prior consideration, it also took our entire professional staff as a surprise. I was depending on the last few weeks of May as part of my Summer “free” time. In other words, time that I could spend outdoors and, weather permitting, nude.

Instead, due to poor planning and a complete breakdown in communication, I would spend those weeks in May and the beginning of June in a classroom and wearing clothing. Imprisoned in my own skin. Author’s Note: Here, just simply imagine the string of expletives I uttered/thought/contemplated upon learning this. 

I would have embarrassed even the tongues and minds of the most salty sailor ever to float upon the seven seas. Even writing those words would be sufficient basis for WordPress to censor this site and banish ReNude Pride to the blogging purgatory.

With practically no warning, I had to mentally adjust to the extra three weeks of hell in having to wear clothes and suffer. Through no fault of my own, aside from being the one professional instructor who had the audacity to successfully teach this course, I was being coerced into another three weeks in the classroom.

Being the responsible professional that I am, I accepted my fate. I am known within my department as the epitome of a “team player.” I am known outside of my department as being the one professor who will do whatever it takes to get the job done.

In order to balance my professional and personal reputations, in these few weeks of sacrifice (May term at school), I decided to assign a daily spontaneous expression exercise. In class each day, I assign a specific topic for the class to express in written format. While they’re writing, I simply imagine myself outdoors, completely bare and enjoying nature either riverside, lakeside or ocean side. I have between a half-hour of forty-five minutes of “imaginary” nudity as the class creates. Several of the assignments have involved some form of nudity.

It isn’t as good as actually “being” there physically. But then, all I have to do is keep in mind that beneath all my clothes, I am as naked as the day that I was born!

Naked hugs!

Roger/ReNude Pride

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9 thoughts on “Reflections: End of May, 2018”

  1. Imagination is a powerful anasthetic to the dulleries and obligations of life. I often fantasize about being elsewhere, being naked alone and with others, laughing and loving with people I care about, being with my dogs, etc. I visualize my last day of work…walking out knowing I never have to return. It’s how I get through work days, hospital stays, and anything else I hate but have to do. It isn’t as fulfilling as actually doing it, but it helps mitigate the pain or disappointment of not being able to do it. Sorry you’re free, nude time was unceremoniously taken away. I hope the 3 weeks pass quickly and your imagination stays vivid.

    Naked hugs!

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  2. “Last minute” shit and piss-poor communication – especially when it comes from superiors, is something I’ve always hated, especially when I was in the Navy. Still, your words “…do whatever it takes to get the job done…” is how I’ve always handled every [professional/job-related] situation that I could not change (nor escape from). That alone is a form of balance on many levels (whether we want to see it as such or not.) As such, those same words reflect the same attitude you’ve exhibited/are exhibiting. That’s always a good thing; one for which fate will likely reward you at some point, perhaps when you least expect it.
    Sweet article, Rog. Naked hugs and a gentle tug, my friend. 😎

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  3. It sounds like you are handling the disappointment of having to teach an additional three weeks really well. What you described sounds exactly what my school system will do. I once found out I was teaching a brand new course a week before it was to begin. Keep going to those zen moments where you are free! Naked hugs!

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    1. Thank you for the encouragement AND especially for the naked hugs! We all just keep treading the road to wherever educators go once the last lesson is delivered.


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