At last, Spring-like temperatures have finally arrived and now our thoughts turn to those amazing trips to the beach. It doesn’t really matter where the beach is located, by the ocean, the sea, the lake or a river. What’s important in our minds is that wherever it is, the sunshine, warm temperatures and the water will be there as will the number of men who are parading their bare bodies as we all rejoice in the ability to skinny-dip (swim naked) outdoors again among our nude brethren!
When invited to be guests in the home of friends, it is important to respect their wishes and in turn, expect them to respect us. This is a matter of common courtesy and treating others as we, ourselves, would like to be treated. In the above photo, the “welcome” mat in front of the door sends a clear and irrefutable message. We are about to enter into the home of a bare practitioner (naturist/nudist). The sandals are politely placed beside the greeting. The message is plain and simple.
Most of us can recall the 2012 incident where Prince Harry was surreptitiously caught unawares and totally bare (naked, nude) in a hotel room in Las Vegas, Nevada, USA. The entire affair saturated the media for almost a week and earned the ginger royal and naked highness a stern, private rebuke from his grandmother, H. M. Queen Elizabeth II. It seems that nudity was not considered appropriate behavior for a person of his rank and stature as a scion of the Windsor Dynasty. However, no one lost their head in the matter and his grandmother is still queen.
There are always signs that remind us of policies and rules wherever we go. It seems that it has become a routine to remind all of us as to what is or what isn’t allowed. It should come as no major surprise to anyone reading or visiting here that Aaron, my spouse, and I have one posted on the front door of our condominium that reads identical to the one above. Aaron found it at a conference that he attended shortly after we got married in 2015.
Today is Easter Sunday in the Churches of the Eastern Orthodox tradition. To everyone who observes this holy feastday, I send best wishes for a Happy Easter! “Christos anesti!” (The Christ is Risen)!
Aaron, my husband, and I are celebrating by hosting a traditional Greek luncheon in our tiny little condo with two couples who are also Greek same gender loving bare practitioners (naturist/nudist). We don’t require our guests to decorate their buttocks as the guys above, but we don’t discourage it either! We haven’t yet decided on whether we’ll decorate our own buttocks but we do have the body paint available in one of our closets!
There is one common trait that is shared among almost all bare practitioners (naturists/nudists), regardless of their gender and their sexual orientation. In fact, it is probably the one thing that is universal to the entire clothes-free world. That is our ideal of encouraging our joy and love of nudity, of clothes-freedom, with as many people as possible. This is especially true when it concerns our closest and dearest of friends. For us, it is blatant neglect if we fail to get them to bare with us! We have so much fun when we’re nude that we want the same for others!
Occasionally, I somehow manage to stumble upon a particular inspiring piece of wisdom that seems appropriate to a particular action or event in my life, either past or present. I realize that I am probably not the best man for being considered “typical,” however, I also know that my own life isn’t all that far removed from humanity as to be deemed anything other than average. When I saw this observation several weeks ago, it reminded me of an incident from my past and inspired this post.