
The heatwaves are over.

Temperatures have dropped considerably, and the room temperature reflects that. A week after the dropping started, the house started cooling down. No more naked days for me until the next heatwave (or sauna visit). And you know what? That's fine.
I enjoyed almost 60 naked days this year. That's close to 2 full months. Not bad for the Netherlands. Not at all.
I'm not one of those nude-goers who want to be naked 24/7/365/all the time for the sake of not wearing clothes and "be a real one". I'm real enough within my limits, and those may not be yours. Note that for $25 they could be yours too, though. Get in touch when you're interested!

Of course, I could take a few weeks off, get into an airplane and fly to a warm place where more nude time awaits, but I have flight shame:
"Flight shame or flygskam (Swedish) is a social movement that discourages air travel due to its environmental impact, including outsized carbon emissions linked to anthropogenic climate change"
I will avoid flying whenever I can. Yes, I made an exception in June, going to Athens to see my colleagues, because there was no other way to get there, except through a car or train journey of 3 days, and some boat trip too.
For that reason I'm also happy to take what I can get here. It's over for this year (save odd things I don't know about yet).
I wonder how many nude-goers think this way too.
All in all, though, I'm happy with my nude life, as far as it's in and out of clothes. That's the most important thing for me, and I have reached the age where I don't give a wet fart about what others think of my way. Nor do I care much about their way, as long as they're not in my way, or disturb the heck out of other people's ways.
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