Paul Kater

We all know that Facebook isn’t the place where naturist topics and images are welcome. More than lots of people I know have been kicked out of there and it’s not going to get any better there soon.

Google+ is among the places where naturism is getting a harder shoulder too: my account there was once jailed for a month already and a few days ago I was notified that it will be suspended indefinitely. The reason, again, was pornographic and sexually explicit content. After the account had been restored the first time I hardly posted anything there. Last week’s Sunday Noon Nudist however was what broke the camel’s back it seems.

They are probably right. It is hard to find something more sexually explicit than a naked woman climbing out of the water after a swim. Outside even!
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I’ll miss all the people at G+ but I’m never going back there. It’s not worth having an account in a place where you can’t be who you are. For now Twitter, Tumblr and the Naktiv site will be my places of choice. And my blog/website of course.

This is the oddest thing I’ve heard in a while. Really. I have temporary neighbours. They are in their late 60s/early 70s and nice people. When they moved in (waiting for their new home to be finished) I warned them that I may wander through my own house not wearing anything.
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For a while nothing seemed to be a problem, until either he or she actually saw me. The next occasion they met me outside he told me, “I don’t want my daughter to see you naked”. Uhm, what? He insisted that this wouldn’t be acceptable because his daughter might have her children with her. Note that his daughter is almost forty and since she has children I am convinced that she’s seen what naked men look like. Of course I don’t want to harm the tender children’s psyche by submitting them to the horror of my naked body but somehow I think that it wouldn’t be the big deal he’s making of it.
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Add to that the fact that his daughter usually visits during the day when I’m either off to work or working at home in my living room (usually naked but far away from the bedroom window). My neighbour is really worrying about something that’s not worth the energy spent on it. Did this ever happen to you?

Original article in Dutch in De Volkskrant (http://www.volkskrant.nl/opinie/streeploos-bruin-strijden-tegen-ongelijkheid~a3804914/) from December 6, 2014.
Tanline free action against inequality

Opinion: Women should not be discouraged to visit a nude beach or a nude resort.

(Ine ter Berg is cultural anthropologist and board member of the Dutch Nudist Federation.)

Why do men have so much difficult to respect my personal freedom on a nude beach? Often it happens that when I’m enjoying the sunshine on the beach, that a man takes pictures of me. You won’t believe how often it happens that a man thinks it’s normal to come and sit very close to me (on a deserted nude beach!) and stare at me for a long time. Is it me?

If I have to believe the normal debates then it’s indeed me. It’s not uncommon to hear that, as a woman ‘you shouldn’t put yourself in this kind of situation’. If you do that then ‘you’re asking for trouble’. But is that really so?

The statements above result in creating a social norm in which isn’t not ‘normal’ that a woman visits a nude beach. What I see happening around me is that women often cave under the pressure and submit to this norm. Women avoid public places like nude beaches.

The result is that public spaces more and more become a masculine dominated area. This is how we reach vicious circles. While women of my mother’s generation in the 60s and 70s could sun bathe topless without any problem on a ‘regular’ beach, women of my generation apparently are unable to do this on a nude beach. Only in my back garden it’s possible for me to enjoy the sun with bare breasts.

This development, where public locations for nude recreation are less accessible for women, is remarkable. The most recent verdict of the court in The Hague (in the case of the Delftse Hout nude beach), the (well known) Tiki pool that opens its door for nude swimmers and the increasing popularity of saunas make me believe that the Netherlands is going in the right direction to get nude recreation (rightfully so) out of its taboo corner and make it more accessible.
Nude recreation

Concerning nude recreation in general we’re certainly on the right track. On a warm summer day we can enjoy being naked in many places. Resorts, a local lake, a beach or a wellness centre. But my experience is that this is mainly true for men. The options for women are a lot more restricted. Resorts and wellness centres are no problem, probably because they don’t emphasise naturism. Beach visits however is a bigger problem.

‘Then go to a resort or a wellness centre’, you may think. ‘Women always make problems…’ But in this case women make a problem of it with reason. After all, it’s not the issue that there’s the choice of just one more or less nude location. This situation touches the uneven options between man and woman.
My experiences are written above don’t bother me because I am ‘objectified’ without wanting it (even though it’s very annoying). It’s not so much that I feel threatened at times (which is much more annoying). What troubles me is that, being a woman, I just have to accept this.
Last summer I was confronted with this oppression of acceptance. Two physically imposing, male friends had nothing more to say to me than “Yes, annoying, but what can you do” after they saw that I was hindered by another man on the nude beach.
I’m glad to see counter-activities rising. Recent initiatives like ‘free the nipple’ show that women are putting this social norm up for debate and no longer accept this imbalance between man and woman. The nude beach is a perfect place for this.
Regaining public space

I want to call upon women to physically go against this imbalance and not to let themselves be discouraged to go to a nude beach or nude resort when they feel like it. By simply being there they can regain this public space.

Despite the ‘inconveniences’ I described earlier, nude recreation is the best thing. Nothing is better than to go into the water in your bare butt and come out of the water without a wet cloth (swimsuit) around you. Grab this winter period to dream of this prospect and pick a nice spot to go to. And when you go to a beach or a lake, take your (male) friends with you. Inequality is best battled when you do it with a group.

And be honest, what’s better than taking on equality while you get a tanline free tan?

I went out on the bike this afternoon. It is very warm here at the moment, around 27c, and very muggy as well because of the clouds, so I didn't want to wear a lot. Solution: a kilt. I have a simple one but that's enough. That combined with a light, short-sleeved shirt and sandals was my outfit and I rode for about 26km. There was a lot of wind so the kilt blow to the side quite often. Most of the way I saw no one so I didn't see any need to cover up. Occasionally there were walking or bike-riding people so then I pulled the kilt back which most of the time – not always – would stay in place. Barely anyone seemed to notice that I didn't have underwear on, and if they did they didn't respond to it. I doubt that more than 2 people actually saw it.

I can really recommend riding a bike with a kilt on.

Right then. I've started writing something that might become the start of a Scifi story that has nudism/naturism in it.
I'm going to put the first 2500 words here. My request to who feels up to it: please read it and tell me if you think this is viable for a story.
I'm not going to put down the entire plot I have planned for it here (as you may understand), otherwise there would be no fun in reading the story any more.

So here it is:
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1. We've got a problem

"And then to think it looked so promising," space cadet Mickels sighed. "We can't even live there to do our work; it's too hot for normal people." He stood in front of the large screen that gave a view of the planet that lazily rotated beneath them. It was a perfect planet for what they wanted: only a few light-years from Earth, breathable atmosphere, the most intelligent life-form was an odd, easily scared thing with three legs, two arms and a head like an overgrown snake that only bleated, and still the space travellers had a hard time living on the surface.
"I know, Ronny," said Cassandra Collins, the ship's first officer, who stood next to him. "The Biology group is still trying to find out what's in the air there that destroys the airfiltering system. Once they fixed that we can live there more permanently with the air conditioning going."
She had come back up only a few days ago after living on the surface for a week. In bikini. It just didn't feel right, doing official ops while not in uniform, but a uniform just wasn't an option down there. Another problem was that the guys often walked around with massive bulges in their swimming trunks, as the female personnel in bikini presented too much opportunity for gawking and fantasising. That was something that didn't make first officer Collins feel good either, being reduced to a mental sex-object. Oh, the men never laid a hand on her or the other women (unless they were invited to), but it wasn't right. It was good to be on board the Nebula-7 again.
"Officer Collins, sir, the captain wishes to see you," a voice came from the communicator on her shoulder.
Cassandra tapped the thing. "On my way." Without another word to the person calling her or cadet Mickels she turned and walked off. The captain didn't like waiting.
*
"Collins. Sit." Captain Yorins was often a man of few words. "Any news?"
"No sir. Biology still is working on the filter problem, the tripeds down there are still curious but stay clear of our perimeter, and the men down there still prove they have no erectile problems when women are around. And probably without women as well."
Captain Yorins stood in front of the large window and looked out into space while the planet hung below, just within view. "That's bad. Our mission is to fix this, prepare the place for the new inhabitants, and do it fast. The previous crew failed. I want this mission to succeed."
"I know that, sir, we all do, but someone forgot to brief the planet about that." Cassandra knew she could talk to him this way. "The place is almost perfect, with forests, lakes, edible fish and vegetables, breathable air, even some fruit we never saw before."
"Still no steak running around?" Yorins loved his steak.
"Sorry sir, but no. All animals that run around on land have been pronounced inedible lacking volunteers." That was quite the understatement: four members of the previous group of worldbuilders had died from eating one of the tripeds, two of their own from eating a giant slug. After those deaths the order had gone out that no wildlife from the planet's surface was to be eaten. Fish had not been a problem so far, if one could call the small, oddly shaped creatures in the water 'fish'.
"That's bad," Yorins said. "That and being stuck here. Find us a solution for both problems, first officer."
Cassandra rose. "Working on it, sir." They both knew there was no easy solution for either problem, but took his words as a dismissal for now.
After leaving the captain's office she paced to Biology. "Guys? Anything new?" she asked through the intercom. She didn't feel like going through the entire cleanroom routine, dressing in a funny, almost see-through overall after being made particle-free. The latter procedure gave her a headache.
"Hi Cass, nothing yet." Will Grant reported. "It's bikini or bust, and we all would love to see you in bikini."
"Or less," Cassandra groaned.
"Yes please," said Will.
She still had the intercom open and could kick herself for that. Laughter came from the others in the Biology lab. "Forget that, and forget what I've just said, or you're going on report!" she snapped. She knew she looked okay but she couldn't allow this kind of frivolity. Not on her behalf; after all she was first officer, not some space sailor.
*
After a few months in which hardly any progress was made, the star cruiser was preparing to go back to Earth. Another cruiser with a fresh crew of worldbuilders had arrived and was prepared to take over. Its crew was informed of all discoveries so far, and the new ones were convinced they could fix the problem with the air conditioning and the living quarters, just like the people on the Nebula-7 had been. As the new arrivals had the same equipment as those who were leaving, no one on the Nebula-7 had much hope, but there was always a chance.
Captain Yorins ordered the entire crew on standby as the Nebula-7 drifted away from the strange planet. They had been here for a long time and there was no telling if anything that still looked safe had secretly taken a beating from some tiny, stellar object. At departure, all systems showed readings in the safe zone though.
"Take us home," was the captain's order. The navigators aboard the Nebula-7 had already selected the best wormhole to dive into. The trip home would take half a year at best, and most crew members would be in cryo during that time to preserve air, water and food, all precious commodities during such a trip.

2. Not an ordinary day

"Temperatures up to normal today, dear," Jeremy said. "Ninety-something. Nothing like a regular day to get some things done."
"Just you watch yourself, Jeremy." Casey Gilberts, Jeremy's caring wife, wrapped her arms around her man and pulled him against her. "I love to feel you, you know."
Jeremy smiled as he put his hands over those of his wife. "I know, and I can't have enough of you." They stood together like that until Casey let go. A sigh of reluctance escaped her. "Where are you going to work today?"
"Jenny hasn't decided yet."
Jennifer Marks, to each and all known as Jenny, was the leader of their small community of about three hundred people.
"Must be hard for her to figure something out by now, so much has been done already," Casey said. She kissed her man on the cheek. "Careful out there. Last time you came home with more scratches than I care for."
"Oh, count on that," Jeremy assured her. "We're probably done near the forest anyway. Oh, there they are."
"They" were a group of a dozen people who came sauntering towards the house of the Gilberts in the morning sunlight. Jeremy waved at the people, kissed his wife one more time and started walking towards his friends. Before he reached them, the whining sound of a small hovercraft made everyone look up. The machine was entirely closed so it had to be from the south, from one of the cooler regions.
"What the hell's that then?" Barbara wondered as the group watched the hovercraft slow down and then come to a full stop at a safe distance away. The pilot of the thing at least knew his trade, making sure that sand and small stones weren't spraying over the people. The hovercraft sank to the ground and after a few moments its wing-door opened. "They're gonna be hot," Barbara voiced what everyone already knew.
Three men and one woman, all dressed to the nines, emerged from the hovercraft. They saw the group of thirteen, upon which one of the men pointed and said something to his companions before they started walking. The polit of the hovercraft made himself useful in closing the door again so the cooling air would stay inside.
Jeremy felt a hand on his arm. It was Casey's, who had joined the group of curious people, as had many others. They waited in silence. Dressed people were sparse around here; they didn't like the temperature. Of course not.
"Hello," said the woman as they were close enough. "Can we go inside somewhere please?" There was something about her that made Jeremy think. He'd seen her face before.
Jenny wasn't around to speak with these people. Since he was something like assistant mayor of the community, he sighed. "Okay, but I hope you're making this a short visit. We have things to do and you weren't exactly announced." Casey and he led the group of four to their house and sat them on the porch out of the sunlight. Everyone wanted to hear what these people had to say and they wouldn't fit inside the house. "Right. You're out of the sun. What's your reason for visiting us out here? And feel free to take something off if you're still too warm."
The men took off their jackets and rolled up the sleeves of their shirts. The woman persisted in her attire. "We're sorry to bother you," she said.
Jeremy was certain of that. Dressed people usually looked down on naked people who lived in communities like this one, many dressed people hated coming here. After the big problems that the Earth had seen when scientists had tried to influence the weather in order to battle climate change, too much had gone wrong. Floods, dry spells, hot and cold areas trading places, that and more had been the unsteady rhythm of life for years. After the atmosphere had calmed down, many people migrated to areas where they felt most comfortable. An interesting change in attitude happened when several groups of nudists chose to build small communities where they could live the way they wanted. Nude. Many of them had jobs in 'clothed' communities, for which they dressed before going there, but more and more these small communities had become self-sufficient, like the one Jeremy and Casey lived in. There was no rivalry between the nudist communities and the large, airconditioned domes of the dressed, there just wasn't much reason to visit each other often.
Casey had gone in, and brought chilled refreshments for the visitors.
Jeremy understood that these people were more annoyed having to come into naked-people territory than about actually bothering them.
"My name is Ann Winthrop," the woman introduced herself. Winthrop. Of course! Jeremy knew the name. She was a well-known industry leader in space technology. That was why her face looked so familiar. "I'll make this as short as possible because I can't understand why you people prefer to live under these conditions. We are looking for people to help us. We have discovered a planet that supports human life but we run into problems with climate control. The people who work on the planet complain about the heat there, and they're unable to perform their duties for more than a few weeks before they need to return to their starship."
Ann Winthrop looked at all the naked people around her. "Conditions there are rather similar to what you live in. That is why we hope that a group of you is willing to go to the planet we found and work there for us. Well-paid of course."
Her words met a wall of silence. Only after Jenny appeared from behind several layers of people, the silence was broken. "I heard your words. I wonder why you turn to us for that. Where's the catch? What's so dangerous out there?" she asked.
One of the men hurried to answer there as sweat trickled down his cheek. "Excuse me. I am Martin Jones. Let me assure you there is no danger. The planet we're talking about is very docile, there are no dangerous animals. Not dangerous unless you eat them. All animals there except the creatures that can best be described as fish are poisonous as far as we know. That's the only danger. The main problem is the discomfort of our people in this obnoxious heat." The man unbuttoned his shirt a little.
"Let them wear swimwear," Jeremy said. "Should fix your problem."
"That's not how things work , sir," said Ann Winthrop. "The officers aboard the starcruiser tried that, but the sexual innuendo is just too great for people who've been cooped up in a starship for so long."
"Sexual innuendo? Because of swimming trunks and bathing suits? You really should loosen up protocol a little," Jennifer Marks said. Martin Jones shot an overheated look at Jenny but remained silent.
Ann Winthrop shook her head. "We send people out into space, on a journey that takes about half a year. Most of the people on board are in cryogenic chambers. What would we do with any children that were born accidentally? You can't put those in cryo-chambers."
"Sterilise your people?" was a comment from someone who stayed hidden behind the crowd. It started a laugh but everyone knew that wasn't feasible.
"So if I understand you correctly you're looking for a group of people who are okay with working in warm conditions," said Jenny, stepping up before more smart comments were launched. "And you're looking at us for that."
"Yes. It makes sense," said one of the other men who had so far remained silent. "Your settlement is closest to our city. You live under conditions that are almost as warm as the planet we're targetting. We'll supply the training you'll need, reimburse your families for all the trouble-"
"Wait." Jeremy raised a hand. "Reimburse our families? What about the people who will actually go there?"
"They will of course be the ones who actually get paid," said Ann Winthrop, "but I'll be honest with you. As this is a space mission there is always a chance that not everyone comes back alive and that's why we usually mention the payment that way."
Jeremy frowned. The whole thing intrigued him, but there obviously was quite a risk involved if these people went about this so carefully.
"Hey, you," Casey whispered as she prodded him. "What's going on inside your head? Thinking of leaving me here while you fly out into space?" She knew her husband. "If you go, I'm going with you."
He looked at her. "Damn you, woman. Since when do you read my mind?" he asked with a wink.
"Since a long time, I just never mentioned it. It's convenient, you know," Casey laughed.

Hello!

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Sometimes I'm surprised about how people in the nudist/naturist way of life emphasise how nude they are. Nude when they read something, nude when they sit on the couch and watch TV, being nude while stripping off wallpaper, nude… everywhere possible.
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Of course, being naked is something crucial in that lifestyle, but something that hardly ever is said is happiness. For me being nude is not the reason to be nude. It’s to be happy, to feel free and unrestrained by the burden of clothes, straps and elastic bands.
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I can imagine how all that emphasis on nude is something that puts dressed people off. After all, it’s not their piece of cake, we’re not trying to convert them (unless I missed a memo about the Church of Nudity , or worshipping the Nude Spaghetti Monster ).
For the message to come across I think nudists and naturists should more focus on displaying and telling how happy being nude makes them. How relaxing it is, how free it feels. Those are values that mean something to dressed people, because let's be honest: how much is there in this modern world that can make a person happy, relaxed and free these days?

Yes, I've done it. I've written a book that features naturism, and I did my best to put it in a positive light. It's also a fantasy book. The book's written, but not finished as I still need to spell-check, edit and so forth. I did make a cover for it already, and here's a preview for you:
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Cover of "Naked Crow"

The text for the back-matter I've come up with so far:

Sheila is a dental assistant with an normal life, until one of her friends goes missing and the police face a mystery. Her friend Josy went missing in a naturist resort and there is no trace of her. Sheila, who discovers a special ability within herself, decides to find Josy herself, but for that she will have to go into the naturist resort – and shed her clothes!

(As this is an entirely different genre than what I usually write, I chose to use a pen name for this one.)

Why this book? There are not enough books that feature naturism and nudism, and certainly not enough of them that put the subject in a positive light. I got the idea after reading a great story that does (Naturist, red in tooth and claw).

I hope to make a bit of a difference with this book. I'll keep you posted when it's out there.

Note: On my site I received a comment that the woman in the image is too sexy and pretty to be considered a real nudist/naturist. What do you think? She is the way I want her for the cover. Putting a movie star on there is not real, but this woman (I bought the image) is not an exaggerated beauty in my eyes. Also, she has a scared look, which fits the story. (But only I know that so far.)

Last night we had a lot of rain. When I woke up I heard a strange sound outside, a kind of splashing. That's odd because the drainpipe that runs outside my apartment has a few openings next to it, Excess water can flow out through that. Splashing means that there is water not flowing away. As it was quite early (around 4:15am, thanks to the switch back to winter time, which for Americans is the end of DST), I went out to have a look.

Hah, Autumn had provided a lot of small leaves that clogged the additional drain holes! I went out in the rain, in the nude, and took care of the leaves and some dirt that clogged the drain holes. After that, the water disappeared quickly. I threw away the leaves and then all I needed was a towel to undo what the rain had done to me. It hadn't felt cold (13c / 55F) at all. It felt very good to do it like that – getting dressed to get your clothes soaked and icky is such a strange idea. An umbrella was out of the question as the wind was very strong – and I needed my hands to clean out the drainage hols.

At that time the chance of someone being out and about was less than minimal, so I didn't feel like I would risk offending someone being outside naked. Truly, it was the best thing I could have done. Naked outside on the gallery, feeling the early morning rain on my skin without being cold, and fixing the drainage problem, all in one go.

As some of you know I am running a nudist/naturist blog at www.zjuzdme.org.

Lately I am occasionally posting articles in Dutch (my native language) there as well, usually a translation of an English post.
I wonder if it would be a good idea to set up a separate Dutch side of the blog for those Dutch articles. So far I only have a few (2 or 3) but that number might grow.

Setting up a Dutch part isn't hard, I use WordPress. Just wondering if it would be worth the effort. What do you think?

I just returned from my first naked bike ride.

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A proper naked bike ride.

As the title says it was not the world – unfortunately I could not make it to the official World Naked Bike Ride event in Amsterdam today. However, with the weather a bit cool, a chance of rain and the urge to really ride a bike naked I went out, loosely dressed, to a spot where I suspected no people. (I don't need trouble, I don't want to upset folks.) At the spot I took off my stuff and got on the bike. Well, lucky me met a runner who was coming my way. Before I could decide if I should put my stuff on again he was next to me and past me so that solved itself. After less than a kilometre it started to rain lightly. It felt wonderful. Not cold at all, contrary to how it would feel in textile. I rode along, turned left and right a few times and then retraced my route to where I had started. At that point I had to put my clothes on again, and what horror that was. It felt far too warm, the rain suddenly became annoying (even when it did not rain any harder), and it also felt as if the wind pushed harder against me than when I was naked.

First thing upon coming home was getting rid of the clothes, which made me feel a lot better. However the feeling of them, I'm glad I went out and did these 3km on the bike. It wasn't far, it wasn't dashing, but – they're done.

A few days ago I was confronted by a problem-seeker, a man who lives in same apartment building. Today I met him again, as I came home from work. It was in the hall, so on "neutral ground".

At first he tried to ignore me, but of course I wouldn't let him do that. He didn't ignore me nude, now he wasn't going to ignore me dressed. I asked him if there was something he'd like to say to me, because I had something to tell him. He asked if I was going to take my clothes off again. Yes, absolutely, but not in the hall of course. To that he shared that he still thought it strange and wrong. I replied that I still think that staring into other people's house the way he did is strange and wrong, and that it was his own fault that he saw someone nude in their own house. His response was that this wasn't true, if I had not gone around naked he wouldn't have seen me naked. Then I just asked him how he would like it if I were to appear in front of his window, fully dressed, and stare into his house in the same way that he'd employed.

"You won't see me naked," he said to that. Well, that wasn't exactly the point. I just wanted to know if he'd have a problem with it, when I were to stare at him while he sat watching TV, or reading the paper, or doing something else. "Not at all," was his first reaction, but when I urged him to really think about that, to envision it, he changed his mind: it wouldn't be very pleasant.
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Home nudist me

Then I left him standing there with the words: "I don't mind. Look into my house all you want. But don't scream at me when you see something you don't like. I'm right and you're wrong, and next time I will call the police for harassment."

Earlier today I was picking dry clothes from the drying rack, because even nudists wear clothes at times, which requires washing and drying them. As usual I did that in the nude, because the rack is in a room in my own house, there are gauze curtains for the window, I’m fine. Until this morning, sort of.

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I tend to do all household things in the nude…

I noticed someone standing on the gallery outside the window (I live on the 4th floor), doing his best to look inside. I recognised one of my neighbours, face pressed against the glass, hands around his eyes so he could see what was going on. The window is always tilted open, so I clearly heard him call out: “You’re not wearing clothes!” I replied that I knew that. He didn’t leave; instead he called out: “You can’t do that!” Only then he left. I thought.

A moment later, the doorbell rang. I knew it was the neighbour, as the window he had been peeping through is very close to the front door, so I walked to the door and opened it. Yes, naked. That seemed to give him a shock, even though he’d already seen I wore nothing. He stared at me (all over, which made me feel like he was severely invading my privacy) until I asked him what he wanted. (“My face is up here” were my exact words.) He told me that I can’t walk around naked.
Oh, in my house I can. I know this for a fact. As long as no one can immediately see me from the outside, I’m all in the clear.
He: “But I saw you.”
Yes. You were doing your curious utmost to see what was happening, almost pressing your head through the double glazing, so indeed you saw me. This is not accidentally seeing something, this is curiosity and acting like a peeping tom, invading the privacy of my home. (By that time another neighbour passed by. She glanced at me, smiled with a nod and a wink and walked on.)
“Still I think you are not allowed to do that.” His that was accompanied by a finger pointing at my privates.
Well, I’m not sorry but I think you are not allowed to do that unless I give you permission.

The discussion, with me standing naked in the open door, went on for a while until I offered to call the police and ask if they could come and explain things to him. He dared me, and only as I took the phone he walked off.

I am not going to put on clothes when I’m right. Period.

At the moment I’m between assignments. As the weather isn’t good enough to head out to the nude beach (the wind is too cold and someone stole our sun), I spend a fair amount of time at home and therefore clothes-free. It’s great. In the past 2.5 days I had to slip into a bathrobe once for a caller at the door, and into shorts and a shirt for someone who delivered a package. Both events took 10 dressed minutes at best, probably closer to 5.

The box that was delivered contained something I had to assemble. If you never did that, assemble something while in the nude. You’ll be amazed how much easier it is to kneel and move around when you’re not restricted by clothes. It’s so much better.

Serious question about pictures. I have my zjuzdme.org website which I use to promote the clothes-free life style. Does anyone have experience with the yes and no on making pictures non-offensive (e.g. keeping genital parts blurred/out of view)? I suddenly wonder about this as it's so simple to rip pictures from a site these days, and therefore it's too easy to have your (or in this case my) pictures going to places where they don't belong.

As I use wordpress it's easy enough to make pages and posts with passwords for when they contain all-nude pictures but that defies the naturist nature of my site.

Really curious to the views of everyone here.

This is a popular saying among many nudists but I think it needs a bit of elaboration. After all, I consider myself a real nudist (I am most comfortably nude as I write this). So why the elaboration? I have tanlines. Maybe I am taking this a bit too far, but that's how I am, I love messing with words and other people's minds.

Over the last 2 weeks I was out and about in the UK, often with textile-toting friends in cities and zoos and so forth. The weather was great so I wore shirts with short sleeves and shorts. These two items got me beautiful tanlines on my arms, neck and legs.

A real nudist therefore can certainly have tanlines. I assume that the tanlines 'everyone' is referring to are those of bikinitops and swimming trunks etc. Still I couldn't leave it to bother you with this. I agree that a real nudist has no swimwear tanlines.

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On my nudist blog at http://zjuzdme.org/2013/05/germany-2012-bizarre-trial-around-nude-hiker/ I posted an article about the experiences of a gay German man who was hiking to his home in the nude. It was in an area where lots of people lie around naked to enjoy the sun. The unfortunate ideas and perhaps also prejudice of one woman turned his life into a dramatic experience for a while.