Nude entertainment always sells. It’s a very lucrative business as millions of people every day fork over their money just to see the live nudity of someone they don’t even know and will probably never meet. Anonymous gratification of humanity’s obsession with sexual expressivity. Now that most people pay for their entertainment via credit card, I’m not too certain as to how anonymous the entire procedure truly is anymore or even if it was anonymous ever. However, that thought is outside the scope of this post.
Category: nudecentric
Barbecued Bare!
No matter how you spell it, barbeque, barbecue, or BBQ, cooking on the grille, outdoors while bare can sometimes present some serious challenges. To yourself physically, to the food or to your guests. Being bare isn’t the problem. It isn’t even the cause of the problem or challenge. As humans, who are prone to make mistakes, we, not our undressed status, are the source of all of the mishaps that can and do occur. Sometimes, we are our own worst enemy, no matter where we cook.
Cooling Bare!
For those who read ReNude Pride either periodically or regularly already know this, but I am a confirmed bare practitioner (naturist or nudist), as is my husband, Aaron. It is no big secret that both Aaron and myself are always clothes-free when we’re at home and aren’t too quick to put on any covering should any friends come by to visit. Almost all of our friends and some of our family know our disdain for covering and if they want to see us at home, understand that they will, figuratively and literally, see us nude.
Aaron and Roger: 3 Years!
Today, August 15, is our (Aaron, my spouse and myself) third wedding anniversary. Three years of marital bliss and harmony! All right, I’ll try to be real and amend that to be three years of one year of compromise (33.3%), one year of bliss (33.3%) and one year of tolerance (33.3%). It has been happy, fun and adjustment, but we both agree it’s much better than eight years of nothingness. If you’re having trouble with the math, we lived together and shared the same bed for five years and three months before we stood before a justice of the peace and promised ourselves to one another!
Let’s Get Bare!
If a man is removing his socks, then you just know for certain, beyond any shadow of a doubt, that he is serious about becoming nude. There is absolutely no way to misinterpret his intentions. This dude wants clothes-freedom right now! If you are in his presence I strongly recommend that you get busy and strip off your gear (clothing), too! Don’t even think about remaining dressed and waiting for a gentle and polite invitation. As promoted in the footwear commercial advertisement: “Just do it!”
Bare Humor
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.
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.
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!
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!
ReNude Pride: Guys Without Boxers! 