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.
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.
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.
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.
In life, very little remains the same forever. Seasons change, our neighborhoods change and so do people. Sometimes it’s just an obscure subtle difference that we scarcely notice and others times, it’s a major change that catches the majority of us by surprise and causes unsettling stress into our lives. But people evolve, we change, all the time. The person we thought we knew ten years ago could very well be a completely different individual know. It isn’t anyone’s fault, it’s just human nature. For the most part, we don’t even notice it – it just happens.