Yes, I added quotes around ‘nudity’ up there because they belong there.
Nudity is a human concept. Animals have no concept that relates to it.
When it’s warm or hot, I tend to be clothes-free. My cats don’t give a damn. They probably don’t even consider that I’m not in my “furs” or whatever they might think of clothes.
Come to think of it, they probably don’t even have a concept of clothes. Simply because they don’t have them. It’s nothing that exists in their frame of thinking, in their world. The fact that we, people, sometimes ‘change colour’ is something they just accept as a fact, as long as they get their food and attention…
Does that make sense?
To me it does. People can relearn a lot from animals. Relearn? Definitely. I am sure that homo sapiens or whatever came before us (Aha, Neanderthals. I had to know and now you know too)… ehm….
I’m sure that Neanderthals knew that clothing isn’t always necessary, even when we usually see them depicted wearing some form of skin covers. Out of ‘decency’ and ‘normality’ of our current state of mind, probably.
Man (and woman) is the only animal species that made clothing and elevated it to some kind of weird religion, a necessity. Glad I escaped that…
Before you think I have relocated: I haven’t. But do read on!
On Mewe I met a few very nice people (okay, I met lots of them there, but this post is about 2 specific ones). These two are Huw and Kitty.
Huw and Kitty moved to Spain about a decade ago, in search of their happiness, and some five years ago they found it.
They were lucky enough to obtain 12 acres of land where they can do as they want. And, which probably isn’t surprising to you, dear reader, they do mostly nude.
The wonderful thing that Huw told me is that they don’t want to keep this fabulous place to themselves. If there are true and serious naturists interested in staying at their place for a while, they’re more than happy to facilitate that. Do note that they don’t manage an actual guest house, so if you’re looking for a hotel or a camping, this is probably not the place for you.
If you’re willing to make a contribution to the food and to lend a hand in doing some work on their land, you’re very welcome. Huw and Kitty have 28 olive trees to look after, they have herb beds, and they grow things for personal use, and all that needs to be handled, looked after and taken care of. I am sure you don’t need to be a full-fledged gardener. There’s always something that has to be done that only requires a little information and/or guidance.
It’s not just work and more work. If you feel up to visiting them, there are lots of ways to enjoy the outside in the most natural state. 12 acres is a lot of space, and there’s no need to dress up unless you plan to go into a town.
Huw allowed me to use these images. As he said:
“This gives you an idea of what we have here and the true connection for anyone out naked with nature. We would be blessed to have genuine others here naked who appreciate both the naked way of life and land/countryside and nature itself.”
Their wonderful nude haven is located in the Valenciana region, an hour south of Valencia inland. They’re a mere 20 minute drive away from some lovely beaches, and those are available to you too, of course. Because you are on vacation.
There is a possibility for camping and camper vans with an electric hook up as there is access to the land for that. Two important things though: 1. No barbecues 2. No smokers smoking out on the land.
As you can well understand, in the summer one tiny bit of ash and the whole valley is lit up like a Christmas tree.
So there you have it. Maybe Huw’s and Kitty’s place is something for you to visit, to have a really free vacation!
If you think it’s for you, please let me know, or get in touch with them directly on MeWe.
Be who you are. Not who the world wants you to be.
This is one of the tweets I send out almost every day.
It sounds so simple, but if there is a group of people that sticks to it as much as possible, I think it’s the naturist community. The nudists, the clothes-free folks, the ones that drop their garments as soon as it’s convenient and possible.
Being real, being us, is what scares so many others. We’re not afraid to be ourselves, without artificial clothing additives. Come to think of it, the fact that we are us, with all our flaws, scars and odd bits showing, is what scares the textile the most, perhaps.
Because in their hearts they know they look like us. They too have their scars, dimples, wobbles, flab and whatever imperfection we have to show. With the difference that we show them and we’re fine with that. They aren’t. They feel safe in their artificial environment. In who the world wants them to be.
I’m currently enjoying a series on Netflix called “Love, Death and Robots“. It’s entirely weird at times and I love that. It fits me. (And hooray, there are new episodes in a new season!)
A few days ago I saw an episode called “Shape Shifters”. The rating for this episode:
Yes, it had some scary stuff in it (spider) and there was fighting, killing and shooting (fighting hand), but I guess the 16 year age limit (probably American, I’m not sure if this applies to the Netherlands) was because of the ‘sexual content’ warning (four feet, I guess you know it).
Now ‘Love, Death and Robots’ had a few episodes with definite sexual content, and for those I understand the warning. For ‘Shape shifters’ however, I was surprised about this warning after watching the episode.
I know the reason they put this thing there, but it is highly ‘overrated’ to label what I saw as sexual content.
Spoiler alert here, so if you don’t want to see what this is about, do not continue.
A few days ago I posted this tiny workout video on Vimeo. Just for fun. And yes, I know the light sucks and then some.
The next day I got one comment on the video. It was: Play dick please, posted by a person calling himself “Hector”.
In a knee-jerk reaction I trashed the comment.
An hour later I wondered if I had done the right thing. After all, I might have taken that comment as a hook to educate “Hector” that not all nude men are there to play dick please. Had I wasted an opportunity to tell “Hector” that naturism isn’t about that?
Now, days later, I’m still not sure if this was the right reaction, but more and more I’m leaning towards the notion that Hector wasn’t there to be educated. He wanted someone to play dick. At least he said please…