That freedom feeling

A while ago, on naturistfiction.org, I posted about how words aren't enough to convey the feeling of freedom we, as naturists, experience.

As I recall that post, I wonder if people who have never experienced naturism, have any idea what we're talking about. Even more, I wonder if there is anything in the non-naturist world that comes close to that total liberation that happens when we're dropping the clothes and entering that blissful state we love and crave.

I have yet to find a moment in the clothed life that comes close to this. The only times that happens is... when I take off my clothes... And that's not a fair comparison.

I wonder if anyone here, reading this post, knows of a moment in dressed life that hits that specific spot. I know that it's my drug, that naked feeling. That's also the reason why I love going to a sauna in the colder months (which now are approaching rapidly).

Clothes are perhaps a naturist's Kryptonite. At least they're mine. Clothes do something to me which, perhaps, isn't visible, but it's definitely there. It won't stop me from doing what I want and have to, but the real joy is dampened.

It's so odd. Superman (as I threw in some Kryptonite) is so powerful in his clever tights and I'm not. The tighter the clothing, the worse I feel.