Just as I’ve written here previously, the title of this site, ReNude Pride, is a play on the word, renewed. Just as the Springtime brings with it a renewal of life with the return of foliage on trees and flowers in nature, so to with the Springtime and being bare. In the Spring, for those of us living in the Northern Hemisphere, we also welcome with open arms a return to outdoor nudity as well as a return to nature and living clothes-free.
Late last year, maybe November, I discovered livingclothesfree, (click to view) a pictorial blog. What initially caught my attention about this site is that almost every post is of the site’s author, Andre Fuller Davenport, doing the most ordinary things while clothes-free. He’s not engaged in some amazing adventure, he’s doing routine activities that any of us do only that he’s proudly and unapologetically nude. There aren’t too many men able to make that boast. Another interesting fact that captured my attention is that he’s a gay nudist, too!
Author’s Note: Today’s post is an update to an earlier feature published here last month. To view the previous publication, please click here.
It seems that the news on this year’s flu outbreak isn’t getting better as the season progresses. Although the incidents aren’t proving to be as fatal as once feared, the pesky virus is leaving discomfort and misery with those infected. I know this because I was ill with the flu for most of this winter’s holiday. Trust me on this, it was no picnic! Evidently, I am in excellent company. In the USA, infection numbers are higher than usual.
People have a remarkable tendency to fear what they haven’t yet experienced and to stress over what may or may not be worth the effort. I don’t know why this happens unless it is just an aversion to the “unknown.” We don’t know the outcome so we approach something with dread and trepidation. Funny, we all came into this world not knowing what our respective lives had in store for us. Did that make us shy away from the birth process? If you’re reading this post, then we all know the answer to that question.
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.
Congratulations to all same gender loving bare practitioners who live Down Under! Yesterday, December 7, (at least on the eastern coast of the USA) the Australian Parliament passed marriage equality! Rejoice! Celebrate! Be happy! Another homophobic tradition is discarded in favor of justice for all!
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.