Among Friends.

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<p><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">I was recently asked if I had ever been the only naked person in a room full of clothed people. I didn't really think it was an odd question and had no problem answering but it did also remind me of one time when my ex-partner was the only clothed person in a room full of nudes! She was definately overdressed & determined not to undress, her recent hysterectomy op had certainly made her feel conspicuous and very 'self-aware'. Many friends in that room knew about her situation and made her feel at ease, but one very 'abrupt' mannered person just kept muttering things like "You're supposed to be a naturist, we've seen it all before!" or "It's an operation, it isn't an amputation, get over it!" Of course the evening ended in tears for her,the grouch made her cry & didn't seem to care.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">I have been the only naked person in a room, on several different times. One was when I had overslept while staying at my mothers apartment, after my shower I walked naked through to the lounge, there to my surprise were my sister, her three children aged between 6 & 12, my mother & her twin sister, my uncle & two neighbours (female). I sat and enjoyed a coffee and chatter before going to get dressed.  I felt ok because I was among friends & family. It does of course depend on the kind of situation you find yourself in, clothed or naked, sadly my ex-partner in her unfortunate experience wasn't entirely among friends, there was one very 'unfriendly' person there.</span></p>

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  2. <p id="docs-internal-guid-4b423dc7-d8cb-2586-6a77-97983738a8aa" style="line-height: 1.15; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" dir="ltr"><span style="font-size: 15px; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">An intriguing topic Patrick.    Sad that we must share this world with the occasional loser who doesnt have a clue.    Then you are compensated by a pleasurable moment like this morning for you.</span></p>
    <p style="line-height: 1.15; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" dir="ltr"><span style="font-size: 15px; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">   </span></p>
    <p style="line-height: 1.15; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" dir="ltr"><span style="font-size: 15px; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">My most memorable occasion of shared adventure between nudist and textile happened a number of years ago.   Almost another life ago for me.   Four very close friends and I had gathered for a reunion of sorts in Vermont for a day hike on the Long Trail in Vermont, up in the vicinity of Camel’s Hump.   We had worked (and partied) together for years and knew each other well enough not to be surprised by too much.    None of the others have done much hiking, but were pumped for the opportunity.    When the appointed day arrived, prefaced by a round of pub crawling the night before, we got out on the trail reasonably early, five of us all together.     We were about a half mile or so up the trail and I was itching to loose everything, as it was one of those perfect NE summer days that I had hoped for.   </span></p>
    <p style="line-height: 1.15; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" dir="ltr"><span style="font-size: 15px; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Since starting out at the trailhead, three of the guys had been carrying on with a line of inane bathroom humor and banter, probably prompted by consuming too much chili and other pub food and too many beers between us the night before.    I seized on the opportunity and threatened to loose my clothing if they kept it up, joking that they were spoiling the great outdoors.   No one took me seriously, so five minutes later, with no respite from the other’s  primal urges, I stopped, removed everything, and tossed it all into my day pack.  After I caught up with the group, one of the guys ahead of me, looking back exclaimed  "he's naked!"   The fellow in the lead looked back and commented, "now I've seen everything."   The one following up the rear several yards behind me, who still works with me every day, saw it all happen and just took it all in stride.    Just like that, everyone's tensions and problems which they had brought along from their respective jobs and cities, just melted away.    It set the mood for the day.   It was one of those wonderful days that can't be planned, and probably can't be repeated, though we all agreed that we must try again in the future.  There are very few secrets around the company where I work and naturally, I took some good natured ribbing over the tales that preceeded me back from our weekend together.   It is all part of how we keep each other amused through our labors.</span></p>
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    <p style="line-height: 1.15; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" dir="ltr"><span style="font-size: 15px; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">More than one of the friends that shared that day with me, commented upon my lack of embarrassment, and they were all amazed at how quickly they generally forgot that I was dressed any differently from them.       We felt that we had nothing more to hide from each other that day.    Truly remarkable.    <br /></span></p>

  3. <p>It is a strange world isn't it! This very morning I had a very pleasant surprise. I had to take a small parcel across the road to a neighbours house, it was left with me by a delivery man who was obviously dyslexic with house numbers. I tapped at the door and it was soon answered by a young woman wearing shorts & big baggy shirt, she hesitated about taking the parcel from me, she turned and shouted into the house, 'Hey Mum, can you collect this please?' Then much to my surprise an older woman came forward wearing only a tiny pair of knickers. She said, 'I saw it was you Patrick and you don't object to bare skin, I just can't be bothered getting dressed, she only put that shirt on because it was the nearest thing to hand' She took the parcel thanking me, as I turned to move away and as the door closed the girl was saying "Mum, he shouldn't see you like that, he'll think you are after him!"  Obviously very mixed ideals in that house</p>

  4. <p>As to what Patrick said,I wouldnt have thrown it in thier face as I think he did!!</p>
    <p>Out of pure decency I would have got a towel or simular as to cover myself that way no one would feel uncomfortable,even in my own house……just my opinion!</p>

  6. <p>An unusually hot June day (for the UK) today brought a family friend and my stepson to the house for lunch in the garden and to watch the Men's Final at Wimbledon (sadly inside on telly). Nothing seemed to militate against my remaining nude the whole day and, given the temperature, it was (and still is as I write) very comfortable. No one else, I need hardly say, followed (un)suit.</p>

    • A friend of our lodgers upstairs popped into see me today, while I was watching Wimbledon naked, too. She stopped to chat, and fuss over the dog, before inviting me out to join them all for lunch (clothed). Made for a pleasant interlude.

      Topped off nicely by Murray finally taking the first British Wimbledon for 70 years! And what a nail-biting last game. Good lad!!!

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