I’m sure many fellow-naked-ones are wondering about that.
The main thing usually is to find something to do inside. There are several options, like watching TV (lots of people do that so why not in the nude). You can do housework (much more comfortable than with clothing getting in the way).
Games, especially the ones that get you off the chair or couch and that make you move around can be a lot of fun. They will also make sure you won’t get cold, so there’s another benefit.
Saving on heating has never been easier that way.
Maybe you remember this ancient game. Twister. Doing that in the nude is seriously entertaining, and again you don’t have to worry about tearing up your clothes.
See, I just offered you a few ways to get through the cold autumn and winter days and evenings. Of course you can’t keep doing this all the time, I understand, but it’s great fun to do, especially if you can invite a few naturist friends over.
This is also a very pleasant way to warm up. Go to a spa or wellness centre where nudity is okay and spend some relaxing downtime there. I don’t know about the situation all over the world but here in the Netherlands many swimming pools have nudist evenings once a week or once a month. That’s a good way to get your naked fix.
Have fun, and if you know of more things to do in the cold days, do let me know. I’m always looking to learn!
The art of looking at nude art naked.
In case you missed it: today the new naturist Sci-fi, ‘Mirror Earth Revisited’ has hit the digital shelves!
Read all about it at my author site!
Body painting fascinates me. It’s incredible to see what artists can do to a canvas of skin. How they transform people into walking and talking pieces of art. I took the picture on the left (click it for a larger version) at a fantasy fair here in the Netherlands. It was the first time they had a live body painting demonstration, and the fact people were allowed to take photos was quite unique.
This lady was being transformed in a universe. Very beautiful to witness.
It’s stunning to see how these artists pour themselves into their work, creating beautiful images. Another interesting thing to learn while watching them work was to see how long this actually takes! It’s not like tossing on some colours, dabbing a few more blotches with a brush and that’s it. The models have to stand there for hours. Literally. If you think about having your body painted one day, make sure you’re up to the physical challenge. You stand there, at times with your arms stretched out, for a LONG time.
This model was transformed into a dragon-like creature. Not only paint but also foam stubs, painted in the right colours.
As I walked around there and watched these people at work, I wondered how much effort had to go into the works of Spencer Tunick, the man who created the Sea of Hull and the amazing rush of red people in Munich, Germany a while ago.
Here is a video from World Bodypainting Day 2016. An opportunity for you to see how much work this really is.
It is an amazing way to decorate a person. More versatile and more personal than any kind of clothing can be. If ever I have the chance to be painted in such a way I’ll certainly grab it. I already wonder what I would like to have on me.
What would your favourite colours, scenes and/or patterns be?
I thought it nice to present this video to you all for a change. Don’t worry, it’s not all about trains.
Some of you may know that I write books. Writing books and stories means you have to consider the meaning of words carefully.
They both refer to the state of being undressed, uncovered, clothes-free, yes. Still, to me they have a different charge as it were. Wikipedia’s take on these point to the same thing. Nudity. To me there is however an underlying difference.
To me this is nude. You may argue that I’m naked in this picture so let me explain. When I am nude, I’m undressed, I appreciate it to the max and I am ‘in my power’. I am undressed by my own choice and proud of my state of being. When I took this picture it wasn’t warm. There was fog all around. Still I felt wonderful there, in nature, one with the elements of the moment. That is when you are in your centre of power.
Here is an example of someone I think is naked. It’s the ‘oops’ moment, the shyness, the not wanting to be seen like this.
It is when someone feels exposed and vulnerable.
Look at it this way: when you are nude and you walk around in the rain when it’s not cold, that’s all fine. You’ll get wet but you won’t shiver, you don’t feel bad.
When that same rain comes over you and it starts getting cold, you’ll feel naked. Exposed and vulnerable because this is not pleasant at all.
Note that this is just one example.
Absolutely not, unless you make yourself weak. Having the courage to make yourself vulnerable is not a sign of weakness. It’s a sign of a different kind of strength. The world live in is a hard place where being weak is frowned upon. You have to be strong, in armour, fast and in control. Daring to be naked means you dare to be yourself, to be a real person who doesn’t want to be strong all the time. Trying to be strong all the time will wear you out on an emotional level or even detach you from your emotions. You become a machine, a robot.
Naturists and nudists, as far as I have met and talked with them, have the deliberate ability to go beyond that trap. They bare themselves. They make themselves naked as well as nude. They want to be vulnerable. Go into the mountains where you encounter nothing but sharp rocks and take off your clothes there.
See? You are vulnerable. This doesn’t mean you’re weak. This just means you acknowledge you’re not made of iron and you understand how thin your skin is, especially when you scrape against that rock.
As you see, there are more ways to feel vulnerable. Good ways and bad ways. Getting caught in something you shouldn’t do makes you vulnerable, even when you’re completely dressed. The power of allowing yourself to be vulnerable, naked, is something different. You bring that upon yourself. You say to the world, “Yes, this is me as I am. Naked, unprotected.” That kind of vulnerability should gather respect. It does from me.
It’s entirely different from the popular TV series ‘Naked and Afraid’ where people put themselves in danger willingly.
I certainly respect the courage of the people who do this, but I don’t respect their nakedness as the kind I described earlier.
Be nude, dear friend. And dare to be naked. It makes you more complete as a human.
(This post appeared originally on ClothesLifeFree. I thought it important enough to share it here.)
On one of the days in Charco del Palo I talked to a German lady who was in apartment close to mine.She said she and her husband were there for the second time. Like me. They had been to Tenerife (another Canary Island) before finding Charco. Her biggest gripe against the clothed community on Tenerife was the snooping of people regarding clothes. She said, “What hindered me at some point was that people were staring at me to see if I was wearing something I might have worn before during that vacation.” She really looked disgusted as she told me this. Being in a naturist village was so much easier. “You’re always dressed well here,” she said and smiled big.
She and her husband had tried naturism before and one day had decided to come to Charco del Palo and find out what true nude life would be. She told me that they had decided to come back to Charco del Palo every year. That realisation took them about two minutes. They, like so many others there, love the freedom and the absence of clothes. She really looked relieved when she told me she was glad to be rid of all that “putting on clothes”, as she called it (‘Angekleide‘ was the German word she used.)
We talked about our experiences and feelings towards going back to the overdressed world, and how great it was to be able to go out walking along the beach or in the Cocoteros hills close to the village.
It was very nice to talk with her. A conversation between two like-minded people, sitting in the sun, dressed in SPF30. (Her husband was helping someone rebuild part of their house. She told me that he didn’t know how to relax.)
As we sat there talking, several dressed ones passed us. None of them dared to look over, the way proper prudes are. The German lady remarked at some point that she’d seen weird things at the beach, like dressed people getting themselves into trouble, unable to climb out of a cave, because of their restricting clothing. Makes you wonder why they didn’t simply take the stuff off and get themselves into safety instead of having to rely on other people.
Stupid is as stupid does, I guess.