Life in the Natural

“I’m a nudist.” Somehow this seems to be an odd declaration. Yes, my preferred state of dress is none. However, I am employed, reside in a four season climate, and live in a society that frowns upon (actually outlaws) in public the condition I find most comfortable. I am clothed much if not most of the time.

I do not declare in the midst of winter “I am a sweat pants-ist”. Nor do I find myself saying “I am a blue jeans-ist” while running errands. So why tell others “I am a nudist”?

I think it rises from the desire to identify myself to those of like mind. (That and to assure them I have done it on purpose and there is no need to have my memory evaluated.) That I enjoy the freedom of movement, the feeling of the sun and breeze on my skin, and the emotions of openness and honesty.

There are no sexual undertones, exhibitionism, or lewdness. The natural state of the human body does not in itself indicate any of these. It is our culture that has taught us to believe that if someone is naked they must be up to some mischief.

I find no shame in my naked body even as it is far from perfect. I do not lust after others even as they are unclothed. I give no judgement of their physical imperfections as they are trusting me by appearing this way. It is simply the camaraderie that entices me.

Kai White in Blacklight.