Free Range Naturism

Many of us know the joy of walking outside, in nature. Not everyone does, I am aware of that, and I pity you if you’ve never had the opportunity to experience that kind of freedom in nature. It is as if you become part of nature. It’s remarkable (yet again) how big a barrier clothing creates.

A while ago I added a new link to the overview of nudist bloggers: https://TheFreeRangeNaturist.org.

Jon, the person who created the site and maintains it, mentioned it to me via e-mail so I had a look at the site. It is a true treasure trove for people like us who want to walk and see experiences of others.

Barefoot. (Used with permission.)

One post I found there stood out to me: Need a Nude Trail? MakeĀ One. (And no, I didn’t read all the posts yet, they have an archive that goes back years, go see for yourself!) In itself, it’s a great post and an inspiration to see how people create their own trails. Of course, this only works when you’re in a large natural area. I don’t see this happening in cities, but the idea is great and I thought I should share it here.

Along the trail. (Used with permission.)

This site motivates me to go out a bit more and see if I can come up with a proper naturist trail near here. I am convinced there’s something possible, perhaps not near where I live in the Netherlands, but for me the German border isn’t far away and there is a lot of forest land out there!

Emma Nelson

Yes. That. Who is Emma Nelson, you may wonder?

Emma Nelson is the main character in a new book. It’s an urban fantasy mixed with crime and police work.

It took me a long time to write this because I’m not a crime expert and I wanted this to work. It was definitely an interesting experience to go through. The main writing is done and my good friend Will Forest is kind enough to look it over and provide input on typos and stupidities. (Mine, not his!)

Today I have started to go over his suggestions and pointers where commas should be periods and uppercase things and all that. It’s vital to have someone else look at a story because as a writer you’re bound to miss the most obvious mistakes.

Well, onward and let’s hunt down some more weird mistakes!

P.Z. Walker writing

Until the next time!

Paul

A naturist ‘in jail’.

An intriguing topic, isn’t it? The more as this is not about a brick-and-mortar jail but one of a totally different kind.

A little while ago I received this message. A cry for help. As I don’t feel equipped to comment on this just like that, I asked the sender of this (who asked if he could remain anonymous) if I could post his message on my blog. He agreed. Please read this and if you have suggestions, ideas or constructive comments, please leave them at the bottom of this page!

I was a naturalist growing up from the age i say 10 years old. On my own only deep in the woods in hidden ponds, rivers, creeks i found or knew from geological maps. As i got older and working like EVERYWEAR there was in Puerto Rico. On job assignments. I did hiking in the rain forests and along the beach for 1/8 to 1/4 mile from an access point to a nude beach was aloud.

Now handicapped. I cant drive or visit beach’s because my wheelchair or rollator can’t make it through the sand to reach the nude beaches or even some nudists resorts/camping grounds. There not handicapped equipped! Also i need someone that can drive me there with my wheelchair or rollator and gear (emergency oxygen tank and meds and meters and such.) To sleep at a place would require power and a 4 person tent just for me!

So back to the begining sentence. I am trapped at my house to go out and just be free. My folks come over anytime unannounced and walk into my room where I am sleeping. So I cant even sleep nude anymore…. Or be nude in my house.

What am i to do???

As you see, this is a horrible situation to be in. If you have anything to share with our anonymous naturist friend, please do so. Ideas, solutions, options, all of those are welcome.

Works in progress

Yes, dear reader,

A new post by P.Z. Walker, and not on PZWalker.com this time. I hope you can forgive me because this is the new ‘home’ for my writing posts.

It’s been a while since the latest Naked Crow book came out. Don’t give up on me: I’m working on book 8, which has given me considerable problems.

The first write got me quite far when I noticed it was going the wrong way so I discarded everything apart from perhaps the first few hundred words. That means a lot of new story and new words, which eats up time. This time however the story is on the right track and it’s also ‘making tracks’. I’ve been able to add quite a lot to it, now the direction is clear. I had to write a complete backstory on someone who isn’t even in this story, just to get and keep the facts straight. It’s the first time I had to do this but I found it helps a lot.

Okay, I mentioned ‘works’ in progress. Unsworth part 3 is slowly coming along. That’s a good thing. My friend, Will Forest, is going over another story I wrote. An urban fantasy in a whole other setting than usual.

There is also book two of Murphys In Space which I am working on, but with the Naked Crow story under steam, that will have to be patient. And there is the Crazy Pictures story I’m developing. That too suffers from Naked Crow-iness. All in due time though.

A day at a sauna

A few weeks ago my girlfriend and I spent a day at a sauna. A Wellness resort, as it describes itself.

It was great. A whole day of relaxing without the need to wear clothes. Can you think of a better way to spend a day?

I can.

Spending a week like that. Maybe not a whole week at a wellness resort, but in the nude? I’d take it!

I keep being surprised about how wonderful such a day is. Total relaxation, no need to wear clothes. We had a walk outside to cool down. It started to rain. No problem. Who cares about getting wet when it cools you down directly at skin level?

Days like that should be obligatory, at least once a month but preferably once a… day? At least the walking around nude part, without people throwing a hissy fit over that.

I had a good laugh when we walked along and, at a separate building, a relax room with a view over a large pond, there was a bucket with umbrellas waiting for those who were in need of one. Note that I didn’t see anyone there who was holding an umbrella. Naked people in the rain don’t need those things. When it’s too cold out there, an umbrella won’t make much difference anyway.

A stupid thing of many Dutch saunas is that they introduce more and more bathing-suit-days. What the bleep? Who wants to sit in a hot, wet sauna with such stuff clinging to you? Prudishness seems to be more important than hygiene, because all the bacteria you sweat out get stuck to your privates if you keep fabric wrapped up there. Eeeuw….

Do you have a favourite spa, sauna, wellness place, or another way to relax in such a manner? If so, spread your knowledge down here and you might inspire people to go there as well.

Nudity and religion

Religion in (my) school

Religion keeps confusing me. I know I’ve been at this before, but it is something so incomprehensible to me that I want to address it again.

When I was 15 or 16, which is quite a while ago, I made sure the catholic church removed me from their subscription list. I’d gotten into arguments with the priest who, in school, taught religion and got thrown out of the classroom quite often ‘for asking the wrong questions’. Even at that age I was aware that, if someone who is supposed to be a professional at his job (priest is a job, right?) and he can’t answer the most obvious of questions, then there’s something wrong with the background of his job.

It was around that time that I discovered nudism (as it was still called back then). That was the straw that broke the religious camel’s back: I asked the priest why Adam and Eve had decided to put on clothes when being naked was so much more comfortable.

This was the result, as it were. Words like ‘insolent’ and ‘blasphemy’ (that last one threw me, still does) were the last ones from the priest before I left that class forever.

The library was my friend after that.

Because of this ‘insolence’, I had to report to the headmaster, for being thrown out yet again. I explained my side of the argument, the priest called me a liar and Satan’s child (yay me!), and the headmaster decided I should stick to the library from then on and leave religion class behind me. In that library (yes, the school library) I read a lot about all kinds of religions and even more about nudism. Even back then, in the 1970s, our schools were so liberated.

Since being naked felt much better than religion, I read up a bit about the combination. Since the priest had gotten fired up so much, there had to be something.

Religion: the practice of shame and guilt (a.k.a. control)

Religion, for me (and many others), is the ultimate form of controlling others through shame and guilt. In Christianity, everyone’s born with guilt. The original sin. In Islam the body has to be covered all the time as that is ‘the law’ (of Islam), and exposing one’s ‘intimate parts’ is sinful.

Sin, according to Wikipedia, almost always refers to religion. Almost always? Yes, there is a trigonomy function written as sin as well, but that’s not the one on display here.

So, sin is a human invention. Sin is an offence to a God or divine law. It’s interesting that there are Christians and also Muslims who are naturists, despite their godly laws of sin and guilt and shame and what not. And the good thing for them is: their god hasn’t struck them down for being disobedient. Insolent. Shameful. Guilty. Any ‘striking down’ so far has come from people who stick to their holy books, be it verbally or literally (using techniques involving throwing rocks etc.).

Rocks should be used to hike over. Naked. Without the burden of some religion or god hovering over you for doing ‘the wrong thing’. Because being naked is natural. It is how we’re born.