Wednesday, February 8, 2017

Naturist: It’s who I am not what I do

By Kenn C. H. 

As with being gay, I have probably always been a naturist, even years before I knew any such thing existed. From those moments when I slipped out of my tighty-whities after sliding into bed in the darkened bedroom I shared with my older teen-aged brother to the day I reveled in the sunlight licking my exposed buttocks on my first steps onto a clothing-optional beach, I have been drawn to nudity.

These days, nudism accompanies me daily. Now I can unashamedly lounge naked on top of my bed without worries of discovery by my sibling. My spouse lies naked beside me reading and our nudity is a non-issue. And should my brother pay a visit, I would still go about nude with him in the house. In fact, if I am home and the temperature at all allows for it, I am unclothed. I can hardly imagine how strange it would feel to clean the house while wearing clothes. I normally put on some energetic music and set about my task nude. Likewise with cooking, gardening or doing laundry – a chore which naturism fortunately reduces.

Curtains for a house are similar to garments for the body: generally unnecessary and useful only as a restraint against the elements. And so, I have inadvertently – and intentionally on occasion quite honestly – exposed myself to the neighbors. Of course, I also go out into the yard, porch and terrace undressed thus giving my community even more opportunities to catch a glimpse of my goods.

Besides being a domestic nudist, I enjoy public nudity as often as possible. I currently live in a culture, Thailand, in which public nudity is both highly illegal and passionately discouraged. Still, there are times and places one can be clothes-free. These include a couple of gay saunas in the city where I live, each featuring an outdoor courtyard with swimming pool.  Before, I lived many years in Spain, a country with countless nudist or clothing-optional beaches. I’ve sunned my backside on many of them. But now my public nudity is generally reserved for vacation time. When possible I choose destinations that offer some possibility of naturism whether beaches, saunas or some other site. While I would like to be able to stay in clothes-free hotels or resorts, they are normally more expensive than other options and my budget rarely allows for such splurges. So I make do with a few minutes nude while losing myself among forested areas when hiking or on deserted beaches in off-hours.

A Trek in Nepal
I tend to practice my nudism alone or with my spouse. This is due more to practical reasons than to desire. Although I love doing nude yoga, I have yet to come across a local group where I can do this. So my naked downward-facing dogs are done in the privacy of my living room. And while I am a member of some naturist associations, my interactions with these are digital rather than in the flesh.

However, I do sometimes meet other nudist through hospitality services such as CouchSurfing, Be Welcome and CockSurfing. With these, I have hosted many guests in my house, and a few of them have been nudists. Even when they are not, I make it clear before they arrive that my house is clothing-optional and I will, at least, be nude. Most people who have hosted me, have been fine with my being nude in their homes whether or not they were nudist themselves. Of course, I would never go naked in someone else’s home without their express permission to do so.

My most public exposure to date has been in the World Naked Bike Ride. In three different years, I joined this ride in Madrid, Spain. A sense of liberation and camaraderie was generated by rolling through the heart of a large city while nude. And I loved it. I would gladly participate again if the opportunity presents itself. Memories of the bike ride stoke my dream of nakedly engaging in some other adventure activities such as skydiving, bungee jumping or SCUBA diving. Whether alone or with a group, I imagine that being nude would only enhance the adrenaline pump of those stunts.

Additionally, I would love to join a naturist event such as The GNI Gathering. And hopefully, time and finances will someday align to allow it. In the meantime, my spouse and neighbors will have to suffice as my fellowship and audience.