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.
This marks the first Wednesday installment of a post commemorating October as GLBTQ Bare History Month. It is probably best to remind everyone that the “B” in GLBTQ stands for bisexual and not bare. With that out of the way and clear to all, every Wednesday during October a post featuring vintage (old) photographs of bare men will publish here as a means of making amends for the tragic fact that there is not a Bare History Month celebrated nationally.
Most of us associate skinny-dipping (nude swimming) with summer fun, which it truly is. However, the first several weeks in Autumn are also conducive to skinny-dipping. It is extremely rare for the season’s to drastically change overnight. For most of us, we live in region’s where there’s usually a transition period of gradually moderating temperatures once the seasonal change occurs. This transitional period varies from region to region as well as from year to year.