this fixed idea.
* * *
We will go further. We maintain, taking up the perspective of sociability, the practice of getting
naked is a factor in better camaraderie, a less narrow camaraderie.
There’s no denying that for us a less distant, more intimate, more trusting comrade is the one who
reveals her or himself to us not only without intellectual or ethical ulterior motives, but also without
Concealing their body.
The critics of nudism — moralists or conservative hygienists of the State or Church — imagine that
the sight of nudity, or the routine organization of nudists of both sexes, exalts sensual desire. This is
not consistently true. Yet, contrary to most gymnist theses — for which opportunism or panic of
persecution is the beginning of wisdom — we don’t deny it either. But we maintain the erotic
exaltation engendered by fkk projects is pure, natural, and instinctive. It cannot be compared with
the artificial thrills of the half-naked, the gallant in revealing clothes, and all the artifices of make-
Upwards relied on in the dressed, half-dressed, or just dressed milieu in which we currently run.
I WAS BORN BARE,
and unless you popped out of
your mama’s snatch wearing a
tuxedo, you were born nude, also.
But they wrapped up our naked
Baby bodies fairly quick, and
in the end, they will likely bury us
As a child of around three or four, I Had
sometimes do a little dance after becoming
out of the shower before getting dressed.
I called my dance “The Naked Dancing,” and it consisted of a basic two step with my arms swinging
back and forth in front of my tiny nude frame. Amused by my naked jig’s gleeful innocence, my
teenaged brother even wrote a tune called “Do the Nude,” whose lyrics consisted totally of the
mantra “Do the bare, and a-do the naked” repeated while I danced. Even my parents were amused
by my Nude Dance, because I was clearly too young to recognize individuals shouldn’t be naked at all,
I grew up fascinated by there in the 1970s, dovetailing as it did with long gone
trash-sex happenings including streaking (running nude in public—sort of a type of fkk terrorism), wife-swappin’ swingers, and male “flashers”
in trenchcoats (what the hell happened to
As an adult, I’ve been publicly naked at an all-man health club in Stockholm (keep your wisecracks to yourself), a nude beach in Copenhagen,
and sundry “clothes-optional” hot springs across the American West. When coworkers were not near, I Have even had occasion to trudge through
office naked as a porn-peddlin’ jaybird. Unless it is too chilly, I sleep naked and spend much of the time in my flat without
one thread of bad fabrics to cover my pink skin. I frequently lift weights nude while looking at myself in brianna beach sex . For blessed nude partners, I will
even sometimes perform my uproarious “member dance,” and a good time is had by all.
BUT it is TOUGH BEING NUDE
in a world where everyone wears garments. Everyone who is “civilized,” at least.
Garments. You either wear it or you do not. Clothing alter everything. Clothes are so anthropologically significant, it’s silly. Clothing is a societal
dividing line almost as all-encompassing as sex. More societal value is allowed clothes than just about any other material item. So many
invisible walls fall to the earth along with one’s clothes. We attach so much foolish significance to clothing to the point where we have convinced
ourselves that nudity, rather than clothing, is what’s unnatural or deviant.
Nudity. So easy and yet so strong. The nude body, when revealed, is both more and less
than what we had imagined. So much hinges on its suppression. If the world were to abruptly turn
all-nude, catastrophic social meltdowns would result. Clothes, since it cages our sexuality, is essen-
tial to our notion of being civilized. God may not have always told us that nudity is bad, but the King
does. He consistently does. He desires us to stop fuckin’ around, get dressed, and start assembling the roads.
But compulsory societal garments has only been a very recent blip in human development. It’s
existed for less than one percent of the whole timespan of the slapstick humor called People on
Earth. It wasn’t until the loom was invented in China about 6,000 years ago that garments became
an alternative. Until then, the entire world was a fkk colony.
Nearly all cultures of antiquity, and many world cultures now, practiced people nudism. Most
pagan societies incorporated nudity into their rites. The ancient Egyptians walked around nude,
as did as the Greeks, especially within their homoerotic-by-inference bare sport spectacles. The
Greeks were even understood to WAGE WAR in the nude. The Roman public baths were all-nude, as
were many European public bathrooms throughout the Middle Ages. European families regularly slept in