According to the blogger at The Sovereign State it isn’t. (Note that this is an article from August 2009.)
The writer of that blogpost claims that we were never meant to walk around naked. His statement to prove this is that, “if this were the case, we would have developed fur. We didn’t because we were smart enough to make clothes“. (See second paragraph in the article.)
The second paragraph claims: “In other words, had there existed “naturists” in these latitudes a few thousands years ago, they’d have simply died out.”
There are quite a few comments added to that post, some clearly from naturists.
The basic idea of clothing.
We put on clothes to be warm. In that view the writer of that post is entirely correct. What he seems to ignore (as so many others who are against anything naked unless perhaps it’s porn) is that little bit “to be warm“.
As we all know, most people live in areas that aren’t cold all the time.
Some people even live in areas where it’s never cold, like in Africa or Central and South America.
Does that mean these people, who are known to be naked, are wrong? Should they wear clothes because their naked, naturist appearance isn’t natural?
Another paragraph in that post gives me a lot of reason to believe that this person shows something about himself instead of the average naturist:
I really don’t care if people choose to make themselves look ridiculous by adopting a naturist lifestyle, but some people drag their children into it and that’s what bothers me. Of course they argue that there’s nothing sexual about their perversion, but this is just wishful thinking. Their children, teenage girls most worryingly, are exposed to lustful eyes.
Anyone who reads this and feels him-or herself a proper nudist or naturist will cringe at this. “Ridiculous” isn’t how I feel when I wear no clothes. “Free” is much closer to it. One more chalked up for ignorance and prejudice, folks.
I’ve seen naked children at nude beaches and at resorts. I’ve yet to find kids who are happier than they, despite the watchful eyes of their parents and other adults who look after them. Oh, I mean lustful eyes of course.
Clothes are great.
I’m serious. But only when the conditions call for them.
When it’s hot we don’t need them. Unless you think that an air conditioning system is natural.
I’m sure you all read or heard about it. A British school teacher, Christine Wright, was told to take early retirement after the school she worked at found out she was a naturist.
She said: “It’s not something I ever spoke about at work but some busy body outed me.
“They rang up my employer and told them I was a naturist. To hurt me. It ended up with me taking early retirement. I’m not going deny who I am.”
I was bloody well shocked after hearing about this. How sad is this, to force someone out of the job they love, because of a brain-twisted idiot who doesn’t know the difference between a life style and paedophiles?
I truly believe that teachers are most at risk of losing their jobs, because they work with children, and – as we all know – the children’s tender souls need to be protected from the big bad world where people walk around with no clothes. Murder and other kinds of violence are okay, greed is applauded, but OMG, as the expression goes, no nudity please!
She says she believes that naturism is misunderstood, comparing them to other minorities.
She added: “Sometimes I think we’re in the same position the gay community were in 20 years ago.
I hope we all will live to see the day that naturism isn’t considered the bad thing that many uneducated people think it is.
I keep seeing it and it keeps surprising me. Stereotyping. It is (actually it was) very visible on my Twitter feed. All those people posting images of nudists and naturists. Not themselves, of course.
They post pictures of young, fit, happy people in the nude.
Mainly young women.
You may wonder why I think this is wrong. Let me explain.
When I go to a nude beach, a naturist resort or a clothes-free sauna, I see all kinds of people. The thing is: least of all I see the young, fit, nude women that are splattered all over the naturism promotion feeds.
Instead I see the kind of people here on the right. The older, balding, not so slim, not so fit one. The people with wrinkles, who have been nudists and/or naturists all their life without giving a damn about how they look. They have the right attitude. Don’t make everyone think that your body becomes young, fit and pretty once you pretend to be a nudist or naturist. That’s not going to happen, not now and not in thirty years when you’re even older and wrinklier (unless someone comes up with a happy pill that does it for you).
Be a real naturist. Go naked because it makes you feel good. That is the happy pill we have now, and it works on another side of you. On the inside. The mind. Having the right mindset will make your mind, your spirit young and fit. And you have the benefit of real freedom, inside and out.
As I said, my twitter feed had a lot of those images.
It doesn’t anymore. I have stopped following those picture-cannons which spread false images and ideas about our life style. I don’t agree with them so I don’t need to see them.
I’m convinced they feel they’re doing naturism a favour, otherwise they wouldn’t be putting so much effort into all this. I’m also convinced they’re missing the point and attracting the wrong audience.
You have missed a post last week. That’s because I didn’t post a post here last week. It was kind of rough as on Tuesday I was told my contract wasn’t renewed. So much for that job.
Now to the topic at hand. Wiki. You all have heard of it, right? Wikipedia? On a hunch I jumped onto the Internet (don’t worry, not much got damaged and I hid the evidence) and I discovered there is no proper nudism wiki! Did I miss it in my search?
If you know of one, do let me know.
Wikis are great ways to convey information in a clear and easy to understand way, like this Wikihow page on becoming a nudist. It would be very simple to set up a wiki on this site. Would I have some support in setting this up and especially maintaining it from the people who read this post? Do you think it would be something valuable to have, to point people to, to spread the reality about our preferred lifestyle?
Oh wow, I had no idea you’d be running up for this opportunity! 😀
The following experience was sent to my by Colin. Thanks, Colin, for offering this article!
Naturist Adventure Weekend
Despite it being August, the weather in our part of England decided to be very pleasant for a whole weekend. So LL and I planned a little adventure. We enjoy finding out-of-the-way places for swimming, sunning and generally hanging out – nude, of course. We have a guidebook to “wild swimming” places and decided to spend some time locating, and hopefully sampling, two or three of them. So we packed a couple of towels, some bottles of water and very little else and set off after an early lunch on Saturday.
The first destination was about 40 minutes drive away – a stretch of river, by a common, which was described as quiet and secluded. Following the instructions was challenging. We were on the correct road with the river to our left. It said to look out for a footpath sign. We counted five, all pointing in the correct kind of direction. We parked and chose the middle one. We needed to cross a couple of fields and followed the river upstream. Eventually, we could see that the river would be accessible ahead and figured that we had found the right place. Initially, we were dismayed as there was a man, sitting reading on a seat at the top of the bank.
We did not want an audience, so went closer to see what the actual riverside looked like. There was a little beach area, as we had hoped. At one end was a lady, who turned out to be the man’s wife, sunbathing nude. Of course, we then went down there and had a dip in the river. The lady and her husband also sampled the water. I got into conversation with them. It was their first visit to the spot, as they were exploring in exactly the way that we were. While we were standing around chatting, still nude obviously, some more people arrived – a woman and two young boys. LL spoke with the woman, who seemed quite unconcerned about us. The boys were more interested in investigating the water. In due course, we bid our farewells and headed off to find our next venue. On the way back, we found the better footpath, so our next visit will be easier.
The second place we looked for was some distance downstream on the same river and much closer to our home. The parking place being a 15 minute drive from our house. From this spot, it was a 20 minute walk along the river to reach the designated location. It was quite out of the way, some distance from the road, with just a small campsite nearby. We made our way down to the beach, which was idyllic in the late afternoon sun. The sole occupant of the beach was a middle-aged lady in a frumpy swimsuit. LL went to chat with her and learned that she worked at the nearby campsite. While they were talking, another bikini-clad woman appeared, accompanied by her two cute dogs and, I guessed, as I heard a voice just around the corner, her husband. LL came back to me and we discussed what to do. LL thought she might just go topless – leaving me to wonder what was “safe”. Yet another woman appeared and was talking to the first one. She changed into her swimsuit in a very practical way – just took off her clothes and put on her suit, with no messing with hiding behind a towel. We took this as a good sign – they were clearly not totally afraid of a little nudity. LL and I took off our clothes and waded into the water, by which time the two women had also got in.
Under these circumstances – going nude where nobody else is – there can be three possible outcomes. Most often, nobody seems to care and you are just ignored. Very occasionally someone will be upset – this is obviously what one fears and wishes to avoid. The third outcome is best of all: everyone else joins in. The two ladies came out of the water to remove their swimsuits and got back in. The bikini lady and her husband swam around the corner, both nude too. Another lady appeared, spoke briefly to the first two, took off her clothes and got into the water. Eventually there were 7 people [and two dogs] and not a swimsuit in sight. The #3 lady got out of the water at a similar time to us and she went off [back to the campsite] just wrapped in her towel. We dried and dressed and, as we were leaving, the #2 lady was sitting on the sand nude, just enjoying the sunshine. It is interesting how, sometimes, it is just a matter of someone being the first to get naked. I felt that it was LL’s “bravery” that enabled everyone else to be uninhibited and thoroughly enjoy the experience.
On Sunday, we headed for another place on a different river. It took 45 minutes or so to reach the parking spot, which we found easily. It was then about 400m to walk to a bridge over the river. We then walked for a while, following the meandering river. We saw a couple of possible bathing/sunning places, but the instructions promised us better if we kept going. After about 30 minutes, we found the place. It was a very sharp meander with lots of beach. The water was cold, but both shallow and deeper areas were to be found. We spent quite a while nude in and around the water. From the time we had left the car, we never saw another person – and this was beautiful accessible countryside on a lovely weekend afternoon. Where was everybody? I even hiked back most of the way nude quite confidently. Eventually we did see someone, quite close to the car, asleep by the river.
All in all it was a very successful and pleasant weekend. All three places were great and we will probably return to them all [as well as seek others]. In many ways, the one nearest to our home was the most enjoyable. Although solitude and isolation can be good, like-minded company is often better. The opportunity to introduce others to naturism or simply facilitate it in a relaxed way is a true pleasure.
It happened. Book 5 in the Naked Crow series has appeared. I had never thought there would be 5 books. Maybe even 6 but I have yet to start on that.
While Jeremy blossoms in his new job and finds new ways to express himself, Sheila suddenly finds herself in Mississippi where a friend is trying to save someone’s life.
A fellow Shaman wanted to be a Shadow Dancer and that did not turn out well.
Follow Sheila to Mississippi and join her on her adventures!
Naked Crow 5 – Shadow Dancer is available as an e-book at:
Smashwords (files for just about every e-reading device/program)
I know, everyone who visits my site regularly is entirely aware of that. Nudity and sex aren’t the same thing. Nudity is the absence of clothes because the naked person does not want to have clothes on. This concept seems to become more and more incomprehensible lately. Our modern society seems to slip back in time for some reason. Nakedness is bad. Drone thinking is promoted to keep people under control and going in the way that some big power points out.
Free thinking out of the clothes.
This is something that makes naturists dangerous, I presume. Naturists don’t fit in all the way with their odd desire to take all their clothes off and show their bodies to the world. A world that secretly loves to ogle and drool over naked bodies, but which is denied their additional compound as these naked bodies refuse to supply the porn and lewdness that are associated with them.
Naturists aren’t about that. We fight an uphill battle because many porn mongers pretend to be naturists and nudists while spreading their mess all over the Internet, giving us a bad name.
It’s a sad world that most clothes-loving people are so brainwashed into that. This makes it very difficult for true naturists to be seen and recognised, let alone respected and accepted. It’s in the human mind to easily think the worst of someone or something, and with the bad examples so very present everywhere the porn-induced minds will ‘naturally’ expect naturists to be on the same shit heap as the porn industry.
United we stand.
Yes, it’s a beaten to death statement but it’s real and true. The global naturist society has to make a stand, one stand, to the outside world. Double standards, hidden (lewd) agendas from one or the other will break our credibility, and that’s already a difficult item to get across.
Yes, it’s something that worries me and occasionally almost gives me a headache, like it does to the lady on the right. She clearly was a nudist long ago and foresaw the troubles I’m writing about here and now.
Why does it have to be so difficult to just be the way we want to be? I’ve said it before and will say it again: the world’s a mad house when people are more frightened of a naked person than of someone who’s armed to the teeth. Violence, murder, war, all kinds of misery are laughed at when they show on television, but the sky falls down when there’s a female nipple on the screen for a second. And a completely naked person? Nearly incredible.
I wonder how certain television shows get away with not being considered porn. Perhaps because they’re based on artistic content?
A few weeks ago I was in the dumps because of our friend the flu. Felt horrible, awful, and didn’t get up for 5 days.
Of course I need to add here that I did not get a flu shot. I only got those twice and each time I got violently ill. Blaming the shots for that was a bad idea apparently, because this time I got seriously ill with the vicinity of a shot.
Apparently my brain was in turmoil for a while during those first 5 days of badness. At some point – I don’t exactly recall when but that doesn’t matter – I almost woke up from an avalanche of images that had been churning through my head and that sort of gave me an idea for a new naturist story. I grabbed my notepad (always have one next to the bed) and scribbled down what I could remember of the idea. Then I collapsed into the void of the flu once again.
So far the books I wrote and am writing are in the fantasy and science fiction realm. I love those two genres and I think I can do them pretty well.
This new idea is in the Historical Fiction genre. For those who aren’t aware of what that it, historical fiction describes things from history (obviously). Usually it involves well known places or people. Think for instance of books about King Arthur, Jeanne d’Arc, a war, or perhaps even the assassination of John F. Kennedy. The story doesn’t have to deal with that actual event but the event can take place during the course of the story. It’s that easy to write historical fiction, but it also makes it difficult because you have to get the facts right. Anyone can believe a bug-eyed, yellow monster coming from Pluto to devour our clothes, but for instance claiming that Marilyn Monroe always appeared naked on the set of her films… most people know that’s not true.
The story in my head
The story I came up with in my flu-ridden dream doesn’t deal with any of those subjects. So far it doesn’t feel like a difficult or complicated story, more something light and easy; something short.
I am definitely going to develop that idea and see where it leads me (and you). So far the future of the story is still in veils, as is the naked lady on the right. She’s from the right era of my story, I think, so for a while I’ll keep her as the mascot for the new book.
I’ve never thought that I would ever find a way to write something in the historical fiction genre concerning nudism/naturism. No matter how this story will end up, I’m thrilled that something actually appeared for it.
I hope you’re having a great day. I’ll be writing.