Yesterday, I was reading a blog that I follow titled My Truth, My Clarity. Click the title to view. The site is written by a man named Anthony, whom I’ve never met but I enjoy his excellent writing skills and respect his thoughts and ideas. This particular post he named “Most vs. Least” in which he posted the three things that he most liked about himself and the three things that he least liked about himself. One of his honest revelations made me feel uncomfortable and that, in turn, led me to this post today.
A Guy Without Boxers was the name of my first blog here on wordpress. The reason for that title is that a man without any underwear (boxers, briefs, bikinis, jock-strap, whatever) was…well, naked, nude, clothes-free. He was completely b-a-r-e. Devoid of any type of covering over his body. The exact type of man that I enjoy being. That should be no surprise to anyone reading here on a regular or even an irregular basis.
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.
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.
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.
This weekend is the weekend before the Halloween celebrations here in the USA. In the accompanying photograph, I’m posing in my 2012 Halloween costume – a mask with a salmon-colored “clip-on” bow-tie – and, obviously wearing nothing but my natural skin. A very comfortable and enjoyable costume for me. The only stress that I recall encountering that year was in trying to put on the tie that clipped-on in the back. Thankfully I had my then-boyfriend, Aaron (who’s now my legal spouse) to help me get the clip fastened.