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| It's so cold these days that I always cover up, except when I go to bed. It's an interesting thing: in the summer, when the weather was warm and pleasant, I waited eagerly for the fall so I could dance and lie in the rain. But now, when it rains almost every day, it's too cold to go outside naked! I had forgotten about that.
It's a funny thing, though: in the summer I wanted to be nude every minute of every day, but now the "urge to be nude" has somehow vanished. It seems like all that our bodies want is to be comfortable. Wouldn't it be nice if we could be nude or clothed whenever we wanted to? | | |
| For anyone who hasn't been to Jess's nudism site, I highly recommend it. It is full of stories and tips for new nudists, especially teens.
http://geocities.com/secretstarjess/
And tell people about this webring! | | |
| Don't know about the rest of you, but for me, winter is kind of the off-season for nudism. I still sleep nude, though. What do the rest of you do in the winter when it is too cold to go naked?
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| Today was a good day. The weather warmed up slightly, so I was able to spend some time nude after school. Here it is:
Arrived home at 4, closed blinds and slipped clothes off. Did the dishes. (Ever tried doing boring household chores naked? It makes them infinitely more pleasant. Especially with music.)
Afterwards, went into the yard and with the help of my digital camera and a couple dictionaries, I succeeded to take roughly 50 nude portraits in various elf- and fairy-like poses (in the last few I put on a pair of dress-up wings to I could see what the different wing positions would be like. The cool, gentle breeze caressed my bare skin pleasurably, a feeling I hadn't enjoyed for a long time.
"What spirit is so empty and blind, that it cannot recognize the fact that the foot is more noble than the shoe, and skin more beautiful that the garment with which it is clothed?"
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| I would say that my sarong is my most valuable piece of clothing, as a nudist. When I get home I immediately strip of every shred of cloth and run upstairs to exchange these for my wonderful green and black sarong. As soon as I need to get dressed, I tie my sarong around my waist and pair it with an nice top so my mom is none the wiser. Remember, it is important that the outfit can be put on in two quick steps—skirt and top. No underwear allowed. | | |
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