While I was an undergraduate at university, I posed nude for art classes with the university’s School of Arts, Media and Humanities. It was not a problem for me as Alex, my identical twin brother, and I had for years been allowed to be clothes-free while in the room we shared in my parent’s home. First year students weren’t allowed to be nude models so I posed without clothes from my second year at university through my graduation two years later.
The title may be somewhat misleading, so I’ll begin here by explaining exactly what I mean. I sometimes get emails from occasional or infrequent readers of ReNude Pride, or my previous blog, A Guy Without Boxers, asking do I really write “in the buff” (naked) and what do I write about once I’ve encouraged people to try the clothes-free life. They are curious as to how someone can be a bare practitioner (naturist/nudist), who writes a blog all year long on nudity and have ample subject material.
Nude (bare) yoga is something that I’ve always wanted to try but have never done before. I’ve often observed men on the beach or in a park engaged in the activity. They impressed me with their grace, poise and controlled movements – the very attributes that embody the art. It’s an amazing exercise to watch but one which I’ve not been able to enjoy. There are a number of clothes-free or clothing-optional classes offered in my area but unfortunately, none of them are convenient for my work schedule.
Now that Spring is now officially here, it’s time to share the books that I read this past season. Winter isn’t the best time to find a quiet space outdoors, strip off all your clothes and read. True there may be a few moments where the weather is cooperative, the temperatures hover in the moderate range and it is possible to undress and read while comfortably naked. But those times are very few and very far between. Mostly, winter is too blustery and too barren to be bare in nature.
In elementary school, we were required to memorize poetry in English then stand up in front of our class and recite the poem using American Sign Language (ASL). The purpose of this exercise was to teach us, as Deaf students, the ability to translate from English into ASL and to learn the essentials of English. This poem, The Daffodils, was one of those poems and I remember well the difficulties that I had committing it to memory.
Here in the USA, today, Monday, February 20, is the day that we honor all of the presidents of the country, the ones living and those deceased. I guess this month was selected because two of the earliest presidents, George Washington and Abraham Lincoln, were born in February. As today is a national holiday, it is also the final three-day weekend of the winter season. For the past eight years, a fellow gay naturist/nudist friend of ours always invites between six to eight same gender loving bare couples to his home (near the Blue Ridge Mountains in rural Virginia) to spend the entire weekend, clothes-free, of course.
A nudist friend of mine from Massachusetts, USA, wisely informed me that the “proper” term for being bare (naked, nude) in the snow was s’naked. This was back in 2008, before I’d even contemplated anything as absurd and foolish as stripping off my clothes and romping completely carefree and clothes-free in the snow. Although I think of myself as a life-long naturist/nudist, up until that time, being bare and outside in the winter held no appeal to me. I knew that I preferred the heat and humidity and that was it. I had no desire to become a human popsicle!