Pushing limits

I have been a naturist all of my life. I am the only one in my family, although I later found out that my deceased brother was a home nudist, after his death.

I began dabbling in nudism in my personal time. I began with experimenting with home nudism which graduated to the backyard. By the time that I left home for university, it was my preferred form of recreation. In my various residences in those days, I studied nude in the backyard. 

As a 70s student radical I have no doubt that we have been lied to by government and the media. I regard them with great disdain. My views on this are consistent with my political views and with my views on social engineering. In my lifetime we have been socialised to comply and to acquiesce to their demand that we become part of the mainstream. Media and government have worked hand in hand to weaken group identity and to make us fear being different. Many countries where I have travelled actually encourage individuality and even eccentricity.

As a nudist I see how this has affected individuals and especially women, commodifying their bodies for financial gain and setting unrealistic standards of acceptance. As a skinny teen I personally struggled with body issues and after I married I pushed my nudism into the background, following her direction in child rearing. . My wife is a beautiful woman, inside and out, but she does not want to impose anything on anyone and avoids controversy at all costs. As such we did not embrace a nudist lifestyle as a family.

Well, I am controversial by nature. So, after pushing this into the background for many years I decided when I was fifty that I was tired of living my life as others would have me, or as I assumed that they would. I decided that I would resume my nudist lifestyle. To her credit, my wife has embraced it to the degree that she can. However, her idea of nudism is that it is okay, as long as nobody knows.

Well, it hasn’t worked out that way. I have been a nudist advocate since I turned 50. I am nude in public at least once a day. I garden nude, in the suburbs, in the front and backyard. I take my garbage to the curb and bring it in while I am nude. I have talked to my neighbours on both sides while I was nude, even in the front yard. Everybody around me knows that I am a nudist and nobody complains, except my wife. Mild friction there. It is the part about keeping it secret that is the source of friction.

My feeling is that most people don’t care as much as you think they will about your being nude in public. Most of the time people just turn their heads. I have been nude in many countries all over the globe and quite freely on my suburban property. Nine houses can easily see into my backyard and I am nude there pretty much all of the time. I do early morning watering and weeding in my front yard shortly after the sun is up. I have encountered dog walkers, cyclists, and cars with no problem. I just smile and act naturally. I once had a motorist yell at me, but other than that I have no bad reactions.

My wife’s fear is that someone will report me to the police and that I will get into trouble. I get that. But I push the limits in the hope of expanding the worldview of others, that nudity is normal.