Before any inundates me with negative comments, no, I am not laughing at the fact that people are bare (naked, nude)! Well, yes I am if the situation is funny but as to ridiculing anyone just because they are clothes-free? Never. That’s a very emphatic n-e-v-e-r! Never! But there are times when we bare practitioners (naturists/nudists) find ourselves in predicaments that are strange, unusual and funny! That’s what this post here is all about. The levity of life as a person who practices nudity, whether alone or as a social nudist.
Author: renudepride
A same gender loving (gay) bare practitioner (nudist) who invites you to explore my blog. At times I may appear irreverent but I am in no way irrelevant!
Nudescapes: A Collection #3
Author’s Note: Last summer, I published two posts here on “nudescapes” (nude + landscape or seascape). To visit those two, click on the title: Nudescape: A Collection or the second, Nudescapes: A Collection #2. This post is a continuation in this series.
The lens of a camera is, upon reflection, nothing more than a substitute for the canvas and brush of an artist. It is an image, captured in a precise moment in time, that conveys to us the viewer a message from either the artist or the photographer. It is up to us, the viewer (“beholder”) to accept the view and the message or to reject it. Photography, like any other work of art, depends upon the acceptance and appreciation of the viewer.
An Abundant Harvest
August is now here and in the Orthodox tradition, this is the month for the customary (at least in the home country) blessing of the grapes. In other words, invoking the divine to shed his benevolence upon each and every grape that we consume, be it the fruit itself or the juice or the wine that we drink. Trust me, as Greeks, we do consume quite a bit of wine and have a remarkable ability to eat an impressive number of grapes.
Dive Into August!
It’s now or never, folks! Let’s get ready because before we all know it, there’s a very massive change approaching and time is running out. The clock is already ticking and the next we know, it will be the beginning of Autumn, 2018! There, I wrote the unspeakable! Today begins the first day of the final full month of Summer, 2018. Next month, the seasons will change and this one will be over. History. Past. For a summer-freak as myself, the days of doom and gloom are upon us all.
Bottoms-Up! July, 2018
Personally, there is no better way to commemorate Bottoms-Up! for a hot summer month such as July than with skinny-dipping buttocks. It’s the splash-down dive that represents the very best of the entire season – as well as the ideal cooling off solution. It may not represent the diver at his most skillful moment or manoeuver, but it is a compliment to the photographer for being in the right place at just the right space in time. The image is absolutely skinny-dipping (naked swimming) at its best!
Reflections: End of July, 2018
This month’s reflection:
Remembering E. Lynn Harris
June 20, 1955 – July 23, 2009
The late E. Lynn Harris was one of my favorite contemporary authors of gay and bisexual fiction. His stories first came to my attention in the early 1990’s and he remains one of my all-time favorite fiction writers to this day, despite his sudden death in the summer of July, 2009. His novels entertained and introduced modern readers to the almost invisible lives of Black same gender loving (gay) and Black dual gender loving (bisexual) men during a time when there were, literally, very few examples of them in any form of print media.
July Days!
Somewhere, I guess in a comment on a previous blog of mine, someone wrote…“those lazy, crazy, hazy, days of summer…” and attributed those to a song by the late singer, Nat King Cole. I wrote down the words but didn’t get the name of the song or the name of the individual leaving the comment. But about this time every year, the last of July or the beginning of August, the words somehow manage to find themselves back into my memory. When this happened last year, I promised myself that this year I’d post about it. Continue reading July Days!
Erectilephobia
Erectilephobia is my own term for any man who allows his fear of possibly having an erection in public to prevent him from trying social nudity. The most unfortunate aspect of this situation is that there is an equal possibility that the same man will not have an erection in public and therefore he’s allowing this possibility to prohibit him from the camaraderie and joys of social nudity. Arousals (erections) aren’t available “on demand” so none of us are immune from this happening, but we’re realists and refuse to let that possibility stand in our way of enjoyment.
The Birds & The Bees and…?
In current American usage, the term “the birds and the bees” is a euphemism for sex. Please don’t ask me why, I didn’t invent the language here, so I have no earthly idea. Since birds and bees are unable to mate (procreate) with each other, the mystery only continues to confuse me (and others, I’m sure). After writing all of that, I’m still unclear on the background or history of the expression. However, it does represent the sexual act, especially when parents talk around other non-adults.
Sex On The Beach! Part 2
Author’s Note: This blog-site celebrates all the many non-sexual aspects of naturist/nudist living. The title here may be somewhat misleading but I assure everyone reading here this posting is in no way sexual. Please forgive me the confusion and please enjoy the message contained.
“Sex On The Beach” may mean a number of different things to an equally number of different people. For me, it recalls summer days relaxing on the beach, completely bare and soaking up the sunny rays while sipping a tropical cocktail. A before dinner mix of sand, surf and sunshine and a drink.
ReNude Pride: Guys Without Boxers! 