The Wild Child Grows Old

From a while ago....   I’m on a long solo hike. I’m naked - but the good part starts when I forget I’m naked - I just exist. It becomes the default state. The world shrinks to the sun on my back, cool wind across sweat, the relentless pendulum of my legs. The sounds of the birds…Read more The Wild Child Grows Old

Out of the closet and into the frying pan?

  I've been some kind of nudist as far back as my earliest vague memories. I don't know why. My home was in the land of the Church of God, cold winters, moderate summers and vast clouds of mosquitoes. My naked places were full of briars and sand burrs. Yet when my parents were out I'd live…Read more Out of the closet and into the frying pan?