A sunny naked hike in Bayern.
June 9, 2013 in Uncategorized
It’s a sunny day in Bayern, and Paul, Polly the collie, and myself head south of Munich to the Chiemgau with a days naked hiking in mind. We park up and set off up between the houses until we reach the edge of the village. As we enter the shade of the trees I strip off and put my clothes in my rucksack. Noticing the slight increase in weight and thinking that’s the only downside to naked hiking, having to carry my clothes everywhere. We gain height through the forest and a female jogger passes us just as Paul decides to join my level of attire, goodness knows what she thought as she saw him in his underpants, but she smiled as she passed all the same.
We gained altitude slowly and emerged from the shadows of the warm forest onto a wide green pasture, the heat of the sun now beating down on us and warming our bare skin directly. We passed a friendly couple and a herd of cows grazing quietly near some summer huts and continued up the steep grass slope behind. Polly took a shine to another couple, who had started to throw a stick for her, and I had to entice Polly away with my own stick-throwing or she would have gone home with them. We all had a good laugh about this and waved each other a pleasant journey.
Steadily ascending, we tramped up the long valley, passing more cows, and finally arriving at an official looking post stuck in the middle of the open grass slope, just below the pass. This was the Austrian border, and the sign stated “It is not permitted to pass this point with contraband material”. We looked at our naked bodies and decided we were not able to hide anything illegal, and therefore it was safe to proceed. We passed the newly-opened hut and sat down for a bite at the top of the pass, gazing over the glorious panorama beyond. The green Chiemgau hills offset the snow-bedecked high alps in the background, as we tucked into our respective lunches. A large cloud formed and created a sun-shadow, rapidly cooling us, so we set off once more, skirting the back of the hut, and heading along the easy, but narrow, ridge.
At the summit, we sat slightly to one side, to permit the myriad couples to enjoy the views without the burden of the two naked guys. Polly became a source of fun communication as she kept retrieving sticks for one person or another to throw. This had all of us laughing with one another, and was a good way “break the ice” with groups of people who did not otherwise know one another. We exchanged various “Good days”, and the usual “Aren’t you cold?” questions, before heading off, with a friendly wave, down the ridge.
We passed another couple of solitary walkers heading uphill, on our descent, one middle-aged woman who stopped to engage us in conversation about how much fun our dog must be having, before throwing a stick for Polly. We weaved our way down the thickly wooded slopes and emerged near a few scattered huts, before heading down again on a forestry track, to be overtaken by several groups of mountain bike riders. They probably thought we were as crazy as we thought they were, and we all waved pleasantly to one another. We were all having a fun day out, in glorious weather, amidst outstanding scenery and good company.
The last field to cross was full of cows, and Polly attracted their undivided attention. Usually I’m not bothered by having a herd of cows trot towards me, but these had their eye on Polly, and it was only as they got very close I realized they were all young and horned bullocks. They nuzzled closer, and we made a beeline for a rocky outcrop with a few trees as a refuge from the bovine horde. The bullocks now snuffled directly against Polly’s furry behind, and she tucked her tail firmly between her legs, I began to realize this was not going to be a peaceful end to the day. The bullocks now surrounded us, except for one gap beyond the rocks above us. While Paul tried to distract them, I threw Polly unceremoniously over my shoulder, hoping she looked less like a wolf up there, and headed up the hill at a smart pace. I was puffing as I crested the rise, and looked behind to see the bullocks had not followed me. Now I could turn the hill and work my way diagonally across to where Paul had gone, leaving the cows to snuffle the bare rocks on their own. It was a relief to get Polly away without incident.
We headed (now dressed) towards the Almshut for a quick and well-deserved drink before resuming our naked hike down along the winding track through the thick shadowed forest, to our starting point. It had been a great day out, in a wonderful location, and the ice-cream, from the coffee shop in town, tasted all the better for our exertions.
The naked danger.
June 7, 2013 in Uncategorized
Ah, (says the police man), so the man who stole your purse was naked, was he? Woman: No, don't be silly.
Ah, so the man who stole your car, he was naked then? Woman: No, don't be silly.
Ah, so the man who threatened you with a knife in the dark alley, he was naked wasn't he? Woman: No, don't be silly.
Ah, so the man who broke into the bank last week, he was naked was he? Woman: No, don't be silly.
Ah, so the man who conned you out of your life savings last week, he was naked was he? Woman: No, don't be silly.
Ah, so the man who kidnapped your child from the shopping centre, he was naked then? Woman: No, don't be silly.
Ah, so the man who tried to touch you up in the pub last night, he was naked was he? Woman: No, don't be silly.
Ah, so the man who beat you up when he came home drunk from the pub, was naked was he? Woman: No, don't be silly.
Ah, so the man who raped you at the bus stop, was naked then? Woman: No, don't be silly.
Ah, so the man who broke the speed limit at the roundabout was naked? Woman: No, don't be silly.
Ah, so the naked man you met while out hiking the other day, who said "Good morning" to you with a smile and a friendly wave before continuing peacefully on his walk, he was dangerous though? Woman: I was terrified!
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Police chief says WNBR should cover up.
June 6, 2013 in Environmental, Political, Protest
Brighton, (UK), police chief says WNBR riders should told to “conceal their most intimate parts”. This is just one more example of how the law is both interpreted and applied, based on one individual’s personal opinion and prejudices. Everyone else then say’s: “it’s just the law”… What a load of trottle.
You can read the full article here:
http://www.theargus.co.uk/news/10465603.Naked_bike_riders_should_cover_up__says_Brighton_and_Hove_s_top_cop/
Look good naked
June 1, 2013 in Uncategorized
Beauty and nudity go together like hand and glove, but it's not necessary to conform to any one society's concept of beauty to be naked or to be beautiful. Twiggy and Rueben's models, Tom Cruise and Arnold Schwarzenegger might all disagree on the perfect form for the naked human body.
So what! Just get your kit off, it's not a fashion show, everyone looks just fine naked!
Feeling good
June 1, 2013 in Uncategorized
There may be many reasons for each individual but, at least for me, I think the main reason is that being naked feels good.
When I am naked I can feel liberated and more in touch with my surroundings, with nature perhaps. I remember some years ago walking along a remote Karakorum Himalaya valley, the rock-strewn glacier snaked along the valley, hugging both sides, while enormous mountains soared on either side of me towards the clouds. The people in my group were either way in front or way behind, out of sight. I was completely alone in this vast amphitheatre. At that moment, I felt singularly humble. I was on a foreign continent, attempting to climb a remote 8,000 metre high himalayan mountain, and I was at once completely insignificant and instantly connected to all of it. For me, hiking naked sometimes reminds me of that feeling, of being in some small way related to the vastness that is all around us. I do not mean to say that to experience nature you have to take your clothes off, that would be daft, (though arguably arguable ;-). I am only trying to say here that it can mean that for some people.
At the end of the day though, when all is said and done, when the multiple deep and meaningful reasons have been passed around, argued, examined and evaluated, none of them are really that important. Being naked simply feels good – what more reason do you need ?-)
A naked hike in south-east Bavaria
June 1, 2013 in Naktiv
Driving east along the A94 from Munich, I passed the town of Altoetting and arrived at a south-running spur of the river Inn. I parked alongside the road and set off walking along the river bank, immediately stripping naked and putting my clothes in my rucksack, as I went under the road bridge. The weather was cool for September, and although the skies were a light blue there was a wintry coolness to the air, particularly in the shadows of the trees. This appeared to be an impromptu FKK (nudist) zone, and there were several single guys sunbathing naked along the river, on the gravel banks, or walking up and down pushing their cycles alongside, naked and with a towel over one shoulder. The area directly under the bridge seemed to be the family-zone, where there were several mixed groups of naked people lounging about.
I followed the river along a faint track through the undergrowth, which ran parallel to the flat running water. The sound of the road drifted into the distance, and I after a short while all I could hear was the water gurgling across the gravel banks. The track became quite narrow, and was clearly not frequented. Nettles leant towards me from both sides occassionally as if to say that naked people were not expected in this neck of the woods. I pressed on, carefully, and mostly avoided their stings by attempting to glide diaganally past their gentle but bristly caresses. There were some bugs buzzing about, but the cooler temperatures, and the fact I was creating a small wind by continuing movement, meant they mostly left me alone. For short stretches I was able to walk along the river banks, on the gravel, but mostly I continued along the parallel track, through the light shadows of the trees. I found it a bit cool in the shadows next to the river, when I stopped, so it was more comfortable to just keep walking to maintain an ambient temperature. I met no-one at all for a couple of hours, until I finally reached a shooting lodge, with a small car park, near the village of Emmerting. I slipped my shorts on briefly to pass through the car park and to wander around the main road until I reached the relative obscurity of the forest, and could continue naked once more as I turned and headed back north.
I passed through an area dedicated to learning about the forest flora and fauna, with occassional signs describing the kind of tree standing here, or the many types of animals which may be seen around there, if one were lucky. There were also several wooden sculptures, and an interesting collection of tree trunks which had formed themselves into possibly anthropomorphic shapes and been given a special place of their own.
The near silence of the forest was only broken by odd twitterings from the woodland around me. The path now took me along the edge of a raised escarpment, and although I was still surrounded by trees, on the one side I had dark green and brown trunks beneath the canopy, and on the other side it was light green and bright blue shining from behind the foliage, lighting my was as I trudged the long trail northward back towards the busy road where I had parked my car. Interestingly, on this quiet Saturday in September, during the entire days’s walk, of six hours or so, I saw almost no-one at all once I had left the road bridge by the river, except for a couple of cyclists. I guess everyone else was out shopping, while I’d been enjoying a pleasant walk in an idylic forest.
Nudity and Censorship online via NudistNaturistAmerica
May 21, 2013 in Uncategorized
An interesting article on censorship of online nudity by "Young Naturists of America".
Is the human body truly pornographic? Why is violence okay while nudity is evil? Why are nudism and sex lumped together?
You can read the original article here:
http://nudistnaturistamerica.org/nudity-and-censorship-online
"Everyone has the right to freedom of thought, conscience and religion."
May 19, 2013 in Uncategorized
Always remember this highly relevant paragraph from the Charter of Fundamental Rights of the European Union:
"Everyone has the right to freedom of thought, conscience and religion. This right includes freedom to change religion or belief and freedom, either alone or in community with others and in public or in private, to manifest religion or belief, in worship, teaching, practice and observance."
Note that this legal all-encompassing statement includes the phrase "freedom of thought…, in public or in private, to manifest… practice and observance." I feel that about covers: "I think being naked is a harmless activity and anyone can choose to be naked, in any context, without fear of censure."
Regardless of whether being clothed at any particular time is sensible (fire-fighting, etc.), or necessary (climbing 8,000 meter peaks, etc.), or useful (active military operation behind enemy lines, etc.), or chosen (I feel like being dressed today, etc.) The important point is the activation of choice.
On naked hiking, frightened women and the police.
May 16, 2013 in Uncategorized
The police once contacted me with regard to 2 women who had encountered me walking naked through a wood near their homes. The police said the women were frightened and that I should always wear clothes, at least shorts, when walking in public places. Well, firstly, the wood in which I was walking was a private wood which did not belong to those women, so I was not certain they had the right to dictate what I wore on someone else's property. It so happens that the wood did not belong to me either, and that in Bavaria all forests and woodlands are explictly open to the public to walk through unhindered, so we both had an equal right to be there, apparently, and presumably both had an equivalent right (or not) to dictate to the other what to wear. However, I'm sure both women would have been mortified if I had rung the police to tell them what to wear when they go for a walk in this wood. Neither do the police have any remit to intervene on private ground (for example these woods) unless there has been some form of illegal or dangerous activity.
The fact that the women were frightened in the first place is an interesting point. Would they, for example, have felt the same way had they encountered a naked woman? I doubt it. Perhaps it was the fact that I was alone? I also doubt a lone woman would have led them to approach the police, or even a group of naked men for that matter. That leaves my singular masculinity as the only thing they had issues with, which means they wish to be able to walk in all woods and forests, and mountains and fields, the entire world over, without ever having to encounter a single man, ever, clothed or not. Otherwise they will be frightened and call the police who will dutifully come around to see you. What a curious web we weave, when you actually take the trouble to think about it.
I should add that the police were in this case, once we had discussed this a bit, quite happy to drop the matter and merely said that they had to follow up each report, however inane. In one way, I entirely understand their position, they have a difficult task, (to protect the public – often from itself), and they have to investigate reports of what might be considered edge cases, and in this case they felt the need to make their presence felt. On the other hand, I find it offensive that I should be contacted by the German police, (who don't exactly have an overly friendly reputation worldwide – then again what police force do?), with the attendant fear generated in my wife: "Why did the police call, What on earth have you done. Why on earth did you do that? What will you do next?", she asked me when they called, with wide and staring eyes. I suppose I shouldn't have been quite so surprised by her reaction, as I was, but somehow I felt I deserved a little more faith, a little more implicit loyalty perhaps, but evidently not.
When will the mass of people we call the public, and their so-called guardians of morals and justice, finally realise that prohibiting simple nudity , in public or in private, is disadvantageous to the mental and physical health of the population and is merely playing into the hands of seedy business people, politicians, dubious moralists and perverts alike. It's very tempting to stand on a soapbox about the whole affair.
If you need any advice from me, you will go for a naked walk, today, and demonstrate to yourself, and perhaps a few more people, how ordinary nudity can be, and how much simple fun it is too, especially when the sun shines 🙂
Body Images and gender stereotyping.
May 10, 2013 in Uncategorized
There is a hugely interesting project on body images here: http://www.thebodyimages.com/
I commend the creation of a project, by the female photographer, which has nearly naked bodies as it's subject, and of all shapes and sizes, although quite why they're all wearing pants is anyone's guess. This snippet is from the "About" page on the project web site, and explains some of the rationale: "By photographing the diversity of the female body, Jes' hopes were to empower women by embracing all beauty and educating others while eradicating exclusivity."
However, besides the fact that the photos ARE good, and the models clearly enjoying themselves, perhaps it would be better if "The Body Images" project were either renamed to "The Female Body Images" project *or* included male bodies as well. Why is it always women being photographed "for beauty"?
I have a another great book here called "The Century Project" by a male photographer, and it's a fantastic book full of naked body images from every age from 1 to 100 years old – what a cool idea! Many of them are disabled in some way, or fat, or ugly, many are also beautiful, simply a huge and interesting mixture. They are all, every one of them, very good photos, and it makes a very special collection (1-100). But again, all female, of course.
Why?
You must keep your dog on a lead!
May 9, 2013 in Uncategorized
I went for a short couple of hours naked hike, with my dog Polly, through the expansive Ebersbergerforst, south and east of the city of Munich, in Germany, in the recent spring. The air was amiable at approx. 18 deg. centigrade, there was no wind on the long straight forest tracks through the trees, and Polly and I ambled along happily minding our own business. Me letting my thoughts wander, feeling the forest air flow over my skin, listening to the birds chitter-chatter overhead, and occassionally throwing a stick. Polly desperately circling me until the stick would fly and hit a tree trunk or disappear into a wild bush. We were both in our element.
After a while we crossed several tracks, and on one of these we encountered an older couple coming in the opposite direction towards us. They had a dog with them, so I rapidly tied Polly on to her lead too. One thing which is important to realize about our Polly, is that she came from a sheep farm in the north of England where she was effectively starved for the first 3 months of her life and had to fight for scraps with her siblings while they were all locked up in a dark tin trailer. When we first got her, she was extremely sensitive and would fly into a panic at the slightest sound, or sudden movement, or unexpected person. She could not stand bicycles, joggers, farmers, neighbours, postmen, children, trees moving in the wind, anything! Everything she reacted to, she turned on with her teeth, and even as a tiny puppy could be quite terrifying. Now, over the several years we have had Polly, she has calmed down considerably and it would hard to recognize the same dog, and really the only thing she freaks out about now are other dogs. So a lot of progress has been made, but we're not perfect yet, and here was another dog.
I only explain this to give some context to why, on the approach of the couple with their dog, I knelt down next to her and held her mouth closed with my hand. The couple had no idea as they were approaching this naked man as to why I was gripping my dog's mouth so firmly, but I smiled as they went past and we exchanged brief helloes to one another and how I must be very warm to be hiking naked at this time of year, the usual conversation. Then the woman looked at me firmly and said: "you know in the forest you MUST keep your dog on a lead at all times!"
Which was kind of funny, in the circumstances 🙂
Open letter on false-reporting on Facebook and Twitter
May 7, 2013 in Uncategorized
Open letter to Facebook and Twitter and their account users.
If someone doesn't like what I post on Twitter or Facebook, it's easy to fix, they just need to unfollow me, or block me from their account. It is not necessary to implement a stasi-like system where people can report someone anonymously and the target has no idea who did this or why. And their is no recourse, or appeal process of any kind. This simply feeds the witch-hunting and snitch mentality which was so pervasive in the 20th century.
The fact that someone sees my posts, and doesn't like what they see, means they are following my account. Surely if someone then reports me, it is a simple thing to unfriend them from my account and block us from eachother at the same time? Otherwise you just play into the hands of the fanatics who decide to dislike a theme, friend everyone they find with that theme, and report all of their posts. This just means your social networks are bogged down with bogus spam reporting from juvenile idiots.
If this is you, PLEASE unfollow me, or unfriend me, or block me, or whatever is necessary, but for goodness sake STOP reporting me. Thank you!
Coming out naked.
April 29, 2013 in Uncategorized
It's very tempting to use the religion card for naked activities, but this is flawed. Very few people actually say "we believe" being naked is good for you, and so forth. I think this approach stands up fine against some legal challenges and is a good position from which to defend general attacks in principle. If it's ok to go to school wearing a burka, then it's ok to go to school naked, and so forth.
However, nudism/naturism/naktiv is not a religion, it's a lifestyle choice, far more in the mould of being gay. People don't "believe in gay", they just are, or are not. Or choose to be, or not, as the case may be. In some ways I personally regard this as an unfortunate parallel, but that's not the point. The crucial point is to see how the gay movement got to where they are now and how naked people can leverage that strategy. Essentially they did it by "coming out", and saying: "I am gay, get over it."
This is what nudists in every club, naturists the world over, naked and active people everywhere, need to come to terms with. How to promote their lifestyle, whether in private or in public, as a perfectly harmless and entirely acceptable form of personal expression. The traditional private club movement has had over a hundred years with which to convince the world that nudity is acceptable. The situation we are now in, where censorship of nudity in mainstream media is the norm, and nudists are the butt of nudge-nudge wink-wink, jokes, proves they have comprehensively failed, and to move forward we need to implement a different strategy.
What naked and active people, nudists and naturists, need to do, is to "come out naked". This amounts to saying "I am naked, get over it." No more, and no less.
Midlife-crisis?
April 17, 2013 in Uncategorized
Midlife is an interesting time.
On the one hand it's going to get easier now, it's all downhill from here. On the other hand, even going downhill can start to hurt the creaky old knees. After the hustle-bustle of courting, the toil and strife of marriage, and the wonderous and challenging experience of parenting, coupled with carving and maintaining a career, and paying for all the things which need paying for, many people find simple nudity a particularly relaxing experience. Exploring being naked in a private or a public space, depending on both your inclinations and your opportunities, can be a great leveller for any age group, perhaps it just comes a little more naturally to the slightly wider in the middle set, or perhaps it's a result of being simply a bit less stressed. We realize, finally perhaps, that there are, after all, more important things to worry about.
Never mind that we're not having to impress the other (?) sex with our smart clothes and earning/mating potential, now we can relax and just enjoy the simpler pleasures in life. Happily, we find it's cheaper too, getting through less clothing, using less washing powder and cleaning chemicals, and bound with this of course there's the extra pleasant fuzzy feeling from the self-satisfied knowledge that the lifestyle is more environmentally friendly, too. And, for those who do not come from life-long nudist families, perhaps a change is as good as a rest.
Crisis? What crisis?
Respect
April 12, 2013 in Uncategorized
Is it your partner you respect, or their clothes?
Respect need not be a fear-based emotion, true respect begins and ends with character. Respecting a person's rights to hold a view is not synonymous with respecting their view. We can disagree in general and specific terms on principles and implementation, but no-one can say that any one of us is indefatigably correct in all cases, or that one rule fits all, history indeed informs us reliably otherwise, no matter what the (various – choose one) "good books" might say.
Declaring a set of more or less arbitrary rules for people to unthinkingly follow, which are expected to be applied in all cases at all times, is food for intransigent gods whose very idea, being anthropomorphic creations at best, can be seen as sufficient reason to encourage free-thinking, freedom of inquiry and unrestricted individual action, in and of self. We require the ability to break free from authoritarian rule, in whatever form it may disguise itself. It is not necessary for us as people to be controlled so constantly, for human potential to be realised. What is necessary is that we all have the freedom to choose what each of us do in any given situation, so long as no harm is done to anyone else, and that this freedom be respected.
If you have an issue like this in your relationship, maybe you, or your partner, need to let go of a little control? Try a little respect instead…
Encouraging more women to join?
April 10, 2013 in Uncategorized
What do people think about how we might encourage more women to join the Naktiv site? I'm never going to expect parity but, as with female take-up in naturist/nudist venues, a little more balance wouldn't go amiss. I see having more female input as a counter to the otherwise overwhelming male contingent. This interests me on a more general level also, as to why men so clearly outnumber women in nudism, but not in the sex industry, for instance. The point being that clearly it's not the nudity alone which is a barrier.
This is a topic which has clearly been a constant question for traditional naturism/nudism as well as our more advanced style of naktivity, and perhaps this is a theme which the naked and active contingent can also address with more enthusiasm and success? While it's still early days for the site, perhaps there is something specific we can do to encourage women to join? Do we want more women on board is also a question, to which I think the answer is certainly yes, but perhaps that needs discussing too.
Given the answer to the above is affirmative, then we might need to consider site content. I'm thinking that promoting the artistic side of nudity, body-painting, drawing and painting, sculpture, is relevant. Also the health and wellness aspects of naturistm/nudism, being naked and active, is also of importance. Posting blogging links from the Naktiv site to various female-relevant sites, suggesting "comments welcome" might be a positive step, for instance.
Comments welcome.
The naked environment.
April 6, 2013 in Uncategorized
The environment is our word for the place in which we live. Pigs are naturally clean creatures, in their natural forest environment – they only get smelly when humans cram them into an unnaturally small space. Locusts clear the very ground of every edible thing when they periodically hatch and swarm, there's nothing left for next time unless their progeny hide for a number of years waiting for their environment to recover sufficiently. As humans we have a brain capable of realizing these things, seeing the parallels with our own situation, and making positive or negative choices which affect the way we use or abuse our environment. We are clearly powerful enough to make lasting and substantial changes to the world around us. Allegedly we are intelligent enough to make informed decisions on how we interact with our environment. Being naked is one positive step in our dealings with nature. It's not complicated: we use less textile materials, dyes, transport mechanisms, slave labour and cleaning chemicals, when we use less clothing. To do something positive today, about tomorrow, get naked, how much simpler can it be?
Slightly sexual or sufficiently borderline
April 6, 2013 in Uncategorized
the Naktiv site is for non-sexual (possibly naked) imagery and discussion.
Having noticed a photo of two guys kissing I was very tempted to delete immediately under the "no sex" rule. Then I wondered, whether if it was two girls kissing I would be so quick to head for the delete button, and thought "perhaps". Then I wondered whether if it was a man and woman gently kissing at sunset, whether I would head for the delete button too, and I decided probably not, possibly it would depend on how amorous the embrace was. I felt my reaction was tainted with an unwarranted prejudice as shades of intention and interpretation come to mind. Just because something makes me feel uncomfortable is not sufficient justification for my stamping on it, no matter how great the temptation.
At which point I came to the conclusion that I would leave the photo alone, for the moment, as being essentially harmless and a pleasant expression of affection, and see how other people react to the image. I'm not interested in votes of support from the gay community here, I'm interested in hearing whether people feel it's an overtly sexual image, or an entirely acceptable image, given that this is an explicitly non-sexual site.
Just by the way, I'd like to make one thing quite clear on this topic, you can push me, if you like, and start posting photos of guys fondling each other, and see how quickly I react to that, because you'll be off this site faster than shit off a shovel. So let's not bother with going there, thanks 🙂
That aside, I'd be interested in sensible feedback on the topic though. So, comments are most definitely welcome.
An experience of "The Ring" installation in Munich, Germany
April 4, 2013 in Uncategorized
Paul, from Geneva, and I drove into Munich or 02:00, although the city was quieter than during the day there was still a surprising amount of traffic about. We parked and headed into the centre of town, past the Munich Opera House, our intended destination, and on to Marienplatz. We fortuitously met Rob, from Köln, at the entrance to a burger bar, and proceeded to meet up with the others from our little entourage up at the central square. Horst Kehm, admin of the FKK-Freun.DE website and Jürg. We made our way back to the meeting place, to find a huge queue of people trailed along the street, so, being English, I queue-jumped to the front. Once inside the "compounds", we were separated into two groups, and given a small tin of body paint each. One held gold, the other red, body paint. We'd come to take part in Spencer Tunick's naked installation celebrating the start of the Munich Opera season, and focussing on Wagner's "The Ring", or, as some Germans would have it: Das Ring Ding. The swarms of people grew, until there were perhaps 1700 people, all waiting to get naked in the centre of Munich city. We also met Johannes with his 20 year-old daughter, from Berlin. And Graham, a Spielplatz member who latched on to our group.
Occassionally we were informed as to what was happening, but I could not understand the shouted instructions from the loud-hailer being used, and do not comprehend why Tunick doesn't use a modern PA system. This was the same unintelligable garble we had to put up with during the, also very cool, Stadion in Vienna event. After several hours of waiting for something to happen, and dawn beginning to creep across the lightening sky, the red group received the order to strip and paint. We all had our cameras out and were busy snapping mementoes of the entertaining and highly unusual event as 800 naked people tried to cover themselves, totally, in red body paint, just across the square from us. Christine Madden, an Irish journalist working for a local German online newspaper, who came to take part and interview people, was highly annoyed at having listened to the "no camera" rule.
Red went first, then it was our turn, and we painted ourselves gold from the small pots of metallic paint, getting help from others for bits we couldn't reach, like our upper backs, or bits we'd missed, on our calves, or faces. The paint had a very effective metallic effect. When our turn came to exit, we walked out around the block, waving at a few solitary police cars and pedestrians, to the main square, forming a giant gold human ring around the central statue. Tunick took several photos, of us all standing and lying down on the cobbles, then the red group filled the space in our centre. It was entertaining listening to Tunick trying to organize everybody, from his raised platform, by pointing down and shouting "you, move left, no, you, NO, YOU!" Presumably he knew which person he was pointing at… The contrast of red and gold people was very effective, the human shapes and colour flowed dynamically around the statues and steps. This was Tunick's first use of colour with the naked human body in his installations, and I can imagine him using it again – the sharp colours created an intense contrast. After all the waiting, it was all over too soon, and once we'd taken a couple more photographs, we returned to the start point to get dressed, then into Marienplatz for coffee and cake. It was amusing watching the Lederhosen + Dirndl dressed locals watching us in our body paint, in particular the red-painted people were very striking, even when dressed.
Post-event we went to the Englischergarten and chilled out next to the fast flowing river. Rob greeting one asian cyclist, in a particularly large group of cyclists, in Chinese, and when she called back "I'm Korean", he repeated his greeting in Korean – much to *everyone*'s surprise. She almost fell off her bike. Rob + Graham walked to Feringasee, while Paul and I returned home to Kleinschwindau to meet his wife Marion who coming in by train from Geneva. Photos from "Das Ring Ding" made it online before we got home, and it was fun to see so much enthusiasm from so many people on various Facebook forums about the event, and the buzz was maintained for weeks afterwards.
What is the motivation to be naked?
April 3, 2013 in Uncategorized
There may be many reasons for each individual but, at least for me, I think the main reason is that being naked feels good.
When I am naked I can feel liberated and more in touch with my surroundings, with nature perhaps. I remember some years ago walking along a remote Karakorum Himalaya valley, the rock-strewn glacier snaked along the valley, hugging both sides, while enormous mountains soared on either side of me towards the clouds. The people in my group were either way in front or way behind, out of sight. I was completely alone in this vast amphitheatre. At that moment, I felt singularly humble. I was on a foreign continent, attempting to climb a remote 8,000 metre high himalayan mountain, and I was at once completely insignificant and instantly connected to all of it. For me, hiking naked sometimes reminds me of that feeling, of being in some small way related to the vastness that is all around us. I do not mean to say that to experience nature you have to take your clothes off, that would be daft, (though arguably arguable ;-). I am only trying to say here that it can mean that for some people.
At the end of the day though, when all is said and done, when the multiple deep and meaningful reasons have been passed around, argued, examined and evaluated, none of them are really that important. Being naked simply feels good – what more reason do you need ?-)
Two dozen armed police accost naked woman in San Francisco
April 1, 2013 in Uncategorized
In San Francisco, the sight of a naked woman is enough to bring out two dozen frenzied and armed police-men and -women to deal with the affront to public sensibilities. Hundreds of happy onlookers cheer the naked lady to express their support for her right to be naked.
http://www.nude-in.blogspot.de/2013/03/in-san-francisco-it-takes-two-dozen.html
Gypsy Taub received 2 citations, even though "The City Attorney had previously acknowledged in court documents that the steps of City Hall was virtually one of the only places left in San Francisco where people could be nude with a permit and protest."
Come out naked.
March 31, 2013 in Uncategorized
It can seem as though fear is what drives so much of what we call "society". Fear of what the neighbours might think, or what if the boss finds out (insert thing here), and so on. What a terrible way to live your life, in perpetual fear, just like a politician, always being terrified of someone finding out something about who you really are. It's a far better thing to do what the gay movement did, and come out naked. Period.
This is why it's important to use your real name, and not hide behind a pseudonym, or alias. This is why it's so important to realize that you do have the confidence to, for instance, show a naked photo of yourself and not be ashamed who sees that. This is me, if you don't like what you see, then stop staring.
Be yourself.
Naked BBC radio interview with Emma James
March 31, 2013 in Uncategorized
Emma James is interviewed in an outside BBC Radio broadcast on Saturday morning live.
Diogenes played host to BBC Radio 4 on 12 July 2012 with a very short-notice Outside Broadcast being conducted by Producer JP Devlin with Emma James. JPs brief was a “light hearted look at naturism” and that’s certainly what he got. I spent much of the time we were conducting the broadcast in fits of giggles whilst JP Devlin alternated between wry amusement and fear at the prospect of taking his clothes off.
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An experience of the WNBR in Torino (Turin), Italy
March 30, 2013 in Environmental, Political, Protest
I drove naked all the way from Munich in Germany, through the Austria Inntal and a nipped through Swiss St. Moritz to reach northern Italy, to stay with Max, an American relative living at Lago di Como, en-route for the WNBR in Torino. We spent some of the evening trying to locate Orso, his red dog, in the local town, with the help of Lea, his salt’n’pepper Husky. Heading down into northern Italy, over the extraordinarily busy Italian roads, I reached the city of Torino. Once there, I saw an extensive police presence and hoped they weren’t for us. I then noticed a military parade in the main square, with bands and marching squads, and much stamping of feet and throwing out of chests. Actually, the discipline, and order, was quite impressive. I took in a coffee, and then went to the Egyptian museum, which did not impress me as much as I had expected, having heard it was proudly touted as being the biggest outside of Cairo, (I expect this does not include the British Museum). Then into the Baroque and Gothic museum in the main square, where I missed the fly-by of military aircraft creating an aerial Tri-Colori in the sky. Then back to the car to pick up my bike, ready for the big event at Parco del Valentino. Entering the park, I found two police vans, four police cars, and perhaps twenty police-men and -women in groups around the entrance, and no cyclists… I sat in the park for a while, had a capuccino, did a little drawing, and then spotted someone with a signpost on their bicycle trailer, who pointed me to the WNBR meeting point (!), just down the path and around the corner. Arriving there, I found perhaps two hundred people scattered around on the grass, many getting some body paint on, and waiting for the start. This seemed much more promising.
Not very many naked people though, in fact none, so I decided to remove my shorts (which made me the single naked individual of a couple of hundred people, and sat on the grass to await the start time. A photographer, Ornella Orlandini came and took a photo of me on the grass, just chilling out, waiting for the ride to start. Then three plainclothes police wandered across and told me to get dressed, for the World *NAKED* Bike Ride! I wondered which part of “naked” they didn’t understand. A journalist interviewed me and later I found myself, the Englishman living in Germany on an Italian WNBR, quoting this interaction in the Italian national newspapers. The important thing, though is to push the envelope, and so having waited for the start, we set off from the Parco entrance, with the police flagging down the traffic, north alongside the river Po. Almost immediately, I and a few other solitary souls, removed our last vestiges of clothing and continued the tour naked. It seemed as though the security, and anonymity, of being surrounded by a couple of hundred body-painted riders was sufficient to throw the police off the trail of the few naked ones. Also, being in the midst of such a huge crowd meant although people could see the naked riders, most of the riders to be seen were wearing some combination of shorts, bikini bottoms and funny hats, with liberal application of body-paint over many bared breasts and torsos. Stripping off once we were under way was definitely the way to go.
We headed up to the Piazza Vittorio Veneto, and turned left, stopping to gather momentum, and to allow stragglers, journalists and photographers, to keep up. Also stopping so that our leader, the organiser Eugenio Battaglia, could use his megaphone and speak to the crowds, gathered curiously on both sides of the road, to tell them about the WNBR, our purpose and our message. Onlookers laughed and pointed, nudged each other and took photos with their handys and with their tourist cameras, ensuring the WNBR image would be spread around the world. Now we travelled along the via Po to the main square, Piazza Castello, where we cycled around the huge stone edifice in the centre, and up and on to the main flagstones where a military band was playing. We were now mixing with the tourists in the absolute nerve centre of Torino, people were laughing and taking photos, left, right and centre. After a short stop here, we headed south and along to the Piazza San Carlo where we circled the fountain in front of the podium built for observing the military displays from earlier in the day. One man came up to us and shook several people by the hand, congratulating us on having the courage to make an environmental protest with so many people and in the centre of the city. Eugenio stopping two or three times on each street to maximise contact with the passing onlookers, and to ensure the WNBR message was broadcast to and received by as many people as possible. A policeman in plain clothes came up to me, as I was ahead of the main group I suppose, and said no clothes was unnacceptable in the city (again), so I snuck back to lose myself in the main throng and no more was said about it.
There were probably 300 (three hundred) male and female protesters in the event, of whom perhaps 20 (twenty) were naked, of which 2 (two) were female. Probably one quarter of rest of the women were topless, perhaps wearing bikini bottoms or shorts and body-paint. It is of course easier for men to be wearing just shorts and body-paint, but even then many were wearing underpants as a step towards nudity, and to express solidarity with the few of us who were actually totally naked. The crowd was great, one or two expressing the usual dismay at our clear lack of morals, the vast majority very much getting into the atmosphere and supporting the event with cheers and waving, smiling and laughing. We reached the main station and turned left again to head back the final stretch towards the Parco del Valentino. A naked man on a bicycle came up to me and asked me my name, identifying himself as Gianni who will be coming on the next Newt with his wife, Mira, in a couple of weeks. Cycling slowly into the Park, we felt a certain anti-climax and a peculiar achievement, the event had taken place in Italy for the second time. The WNBR had pushed the envelope and there had been several naked participants this year, ten times more than last year. And next year..?
After “the Ride”, we sat around on the grass at the departure point, as Eugenio had arranged officially for the area to be designated Clothing-Optional for the rest of the day/evening. There was a bar and music, and a mighty feeling of chilling out after the event, a good time to get to know some of the other riders by name, whom one had perhaps interacted with in some way and then just passed by on the road. There were the two female journalists, Pamela and Ornella (photographer). Paulo (the media man from Como) and his girlfriend Claudia (from Milan). She was very friendly, and I hope we manage to keep in touch as she will be good for the upcoming WNBR book I thought, and for Wally’s body-painting with Max, too. A particularly bothersome, but fairly harmless, swarthy-looking fellow, kept appearing by all the ladies during the ride, and now he made himself yet more obvious by sitting down next to Claudia and pulling his pants half down, the twit. Next he got up and started dancing naked next to some others who were also “moving to the music”, but his actions were so intrusive, (and actually not a little funny), that everyone else sat down until he went away. Eugenio was now naked too and we went to the bar and got a drink, and chatted to people, and everyone was very relaxed. Some people were walking past the group and looked a little surprised to see the few naked guys in this almost hippy-like post-protest group, but everyone still smiling and being pleasant, as one expects. There were some other people whom I met, whose names I now forget, apart from the very fine Raphaela, who was naked while her husband was wearing shorts, and he was pulling their children behind in a buggy on the back of his bicycle. What a fine example for the WNBR!
I should have stayed the night, but had nowhere to stay organised, so I headed back to Max’s place at Lago di Como, and the following day. went to the Villa Olmo where there was an exhibition of work by the Italian painter Boldoni – marvelous setting, gorgeous house and gardens overlooking lake Como – gorgeous paintings. La Bel’ Epoque.
Set off for home, via St. Moritz again. This time, as I left Como, I undressed and drove the entire way back, out of Italy, through Switzerland, through Austria, and into Germany, back home in Kleinschwindau, naked of course. 499.5km. Just cresting the switchback bends of the Chiavenna/St. Moritz pass, I saw two hitch-hikers, so I stopped to pick them up. They weren’t going far, only to the castle at the other end of the lake, where one had a gig playing piano. The two fairly mature ladies were quite amused that they had been picked up by a naked man, while all the other flash, empty, cars driving past had simply ignored them, and were interested to hear about the WNBR. They couldn’t sit in the back, as my bike took up the entire rear half of the car, so they sat in the front next to me, one on the lap of the other, and a little squashed, most entertaining. A friendly chat, a photo, and I wished them well for the rest of their trip, dropping them off at the end of the lake. The views around the St. Moritz valley were stupendous, sunshine and clouds, family walkers everywhere enjoying the scenery and the weather. A fine finish to a fine event!
Nudity and Censorship online via NudistNaturistAmerica
March 29, 2013 in Uncategorized
Here's an interesting article on the subject of Nudity and Censorship online: http://nudistnaturistamerica.org/nudity-and-censorship-online
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Let’s take a look at Facebook. The way that Facebook censors nudity for its 700 million users is odd to say the least. Images of mothers breastfeeding their infants are not allowed if nipples are showing (even partially). Male nipples are considered to be acceptable, but a female nipple are cause for alarm. The dividing line between what is considered acceptable and what is pornographic is not clear. oddly enough, gore and violence are perceived as acceptable and harmless.
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Read more in the original via the link above.