When I was a student in primary school, our teacher periodically assigned poems for all of us to commit to memory in order to increase our comprehension of the written English language. As we were all Deaf, this assignment entailed us to not only remember the English words as they were written, but also their equivalent in our manual language: American Sign Language (ASL). For students who were either ten or maybe eleven years old, this was a very intimidating task and was not undertaken lightly.
Today marks the third Wednesday installment of a post series commemorating October as GLBTQ (gay, lesbian, bisexual, transgender, queer) Bare History Month. Once again, I remind readers that the “b” in GLBTQ represents bisexual and not bare. Every Wednesday during October a post featuring vintage (old) photographs of clothes-free men publishes here as atonement for the fact that there isn’t a Bare History Month celebrated nationally.
Being a bare practitioner (naturist/nudist) for almost my entire life, I admit that I have seen things that probably would be unbelievable to most of my faint-hearted textile (clothes wearing) acquaintances. Some may even being disgusted with such sights but I have no way of knowing what, exactly, they find disgusting: the nudity or the action. But I imagine it’s safe to think both. Narrow minds don’t tend see beyond their noses in order to pass judgment upon others.
All of us, no matter how self-confidant we are, have experienced a moment, or longer, of doubt or indecision. For some unknown reason, our self-assurance leaves us in a void of what do I do now? It makes no difference whether or not we are committed bare practitioners (naturists/nudists) or committed clothing wearers. This questioning of our beliefs, practices or habits, at least in my humble perspective, is a good quality that serves to re-affirm our dedication or leads us into different pursuits.
Today’s post marks the second installment of posts commemorating October as GLBTQ (gay, lesbian, bisexual, transgender, queer) Bare History Month. I’d like to remind readers that the “B” in GLBTQ stands for bisexual and not bare. Every Wednesday during October a post featuring vintage (old) photographs of bare men will publish here on ReNude Pride as atonement for the fact that there is not a Bare History Month celebrated nationally.
No matter how confidant any of us be about any aspect of our lives, there will always come the time when we need a little support from those around us. It’s just human nature. We who are bare practitioners (naturists/nudists) are no different from the general population in this regard. We may be able to freely remove our clothing without guilt or shame when in the presence of others, however, we’re unable to discard our humanity.
What those who regularly read here already know, Summer is my favorite season of the year. Not only is it a time to wander outdoors bare, unburdened by clothes, but as an professional educator, it’s the time of year with no lessons to prepare or lectures to give. Much of my free time, spent outside, is in the company of a book. Reading mostly for pleasure and not research. Being bare at will and with books in the heat and humidity are the major reasons why I enjoy summers.