I admit to being a closet nudist. By that I mean that I only walk around naked inside my closet. I flirted with the idea of becoming a nudist once… or as they call it, a naturist. But I have never overcome the urge not to be naked where anybody can ever see me. I am a chicken. Literally. I look like a plucked chicken when I have no clothes on, especially now that I have all the little pink bleedy spots all over the lower parts of my body. Bread me and fry me, I am done with this particular metaphor.
I come from Iowa where kids were repeatedly told never to run around like a naked Indian. I think older people tell you that because they know from experience naked in Iowa in the winter time is tantamount to making parts of yourself into popsicles where you really really really don’t want to get all icy-frozen. (I mean fingers and toes, of course! What did you think I meant?)
But I have learned from long experience of health problems that a little bit of running around like a naked Indian can actually be a beneficial thing to do. Now, I know that you probably don’t believe I am being completely candid here, and that I may have some kind of pervert’s agenda going on the background… but I have been told it is so not only by naturists, but also by medical professionals.
This link is to an article on Today, Health & Wellness written by
Sep. 25, 2015 at 11:52 AM
I’m sorry I can’t make a handier link after WordPress re-did all the controls again, but here is a quote from the lead of the article that sums it up quite well;
“Well, it turns out being naked may not only be more comfortable but healthier as well. Some experts say that donning your birthday suit more often can help with myriad physical and psychological problems.”
I have learned that sleeping naked is good for my diabetes. My body temperature needs to be lowered at night to about 65 degrees so that metabolism-boosting brown fat will develop more easily. Anything that can potentially control my blood sugar and reduce my weight is worth trying.
Being naked is also good for my psoriasis and skin health. Sweat removes toxins from the skin, but when you wear binding clothing, that sweat is held close enough to re-introduce the toxins to the skin. Hence, the parts I keep most religiously covered up are also the parts that psoriasis wants to make me itch to shreds. I have come out of the closet enough to spend a good deal of my alone-time in my room naked as the proverbial jay-bird. In fact, more so, because the dang jay-bird has his feathers.
And, in fact, I am pulled towards the outdoors while I am in this unfortunate jay-bird state because absorbing Vitamin D from the sunshine is good not only for my physical health, but for my mental health as well. Being naked outdoors leads to the appreciation of more sensations and sensual connections to the environment. Of course, this last bit is the least likely to happen because we live in the suburbs of a big, crowded and noisy city with the yellow-brown air that goes along with a thriving economy and a high concentration of oil millionaires.
Now, I am certainly aware that this post may have completely horrified you with the notion of a sickly, fat, and hairy old man wandering around somewhere in the buff, but don’t worry too much. Just because I know it might be good for me to be naked more, it doesn’t mean I have the courage to actually try it. But I do think about it and write about it way more than is normal, and trying it might ease up the engines of obsession. Still, I am a chicken. And plucked is not a good look for me. Only time will truly determine it.
20 responses to “Be Naked More”
Women have long known the joys of naturism: every day when we peel off that damned, confining bra, we breathe a sigh of relief and relish the freedom.
Thing is, though, that men have it easier. You guys can walk around naked in a house with high windows, no problem. Your mystery is preserved. Ladies must draw the curtains, too, or the neighbors will all suddenly become birdwatchers.
I still feel safer in the closet.
I live in a neighborhood with prepubescent boys living on either side. You better believe I sewed some heavy velvet drapes. I can’t afford their therapy.
My problem is my birthday suit is getting bigger in the wrong places.
I share that problem. And tailors for that suit do not come cheap.
Agreed. I was doing better before Thanksgiving, then the carb loading started in earnest.
I live in the basement. Who can see downstairs tight? I got out thhe showe, naked as usual. I towel dry and sit on the bed to lotion. I look out the window and Tom was looking it. I was embarrassed a little for me but more so for him. He found an obse middle age woman worthyof peaking on. Well I remain in the bathroom util dressed most of the time.
Excessive caution always seems a good idea to me too… right up until I am getting into the bathtub with a swimsuit on.
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Every city should have clothing-optional zones like Munich. I keep it modest in the U.S., but have enjoyed the nude beaches in Europe, which are very normal and family-oriented, and there’s no doubt a little sun and air exposure to all body parts is in keeping with the way our bodies have evolved over millennia. I promise to keep my clothes on in Iowa, though, on condition that I can still promote fashion anarchy: https://shakemyheadhollow.wordpress.com/2012/05/12/letter-from-a-fashion-anarchist/
I would have to say, keeping your clothes on in Iowa in the winter is a must. I have known Iowa weather to provide a windchill factor of minus 100 degrees Fahrenheit. That tends to freeze and snap off bits you really probably don’t want to lose. But thanks for the input as I keep getting closer and closer to being a nudist in Texas. 100 degrees today? Oy!
Yes to nude summer swimming at Lake Travis, Texas! Topless swimming for swimming used to be common at Barton Springs (I don’t know if it still is), but for the full nude tanning and swimming we used to find nooks and crannies out at Lake Travis. Thanks for the Iowa tip about keeping my own “tips” from snapping off.
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I’m rather the opposite. I grew up in a place even colder than Iowa and in a fundamentalist family that would not have tolerated the idea. Yet I felt almost driven as a boy to get away from the house and into the wild and run around naked.
Along came puberty and sexuality. Woodland nakedness was quite as “innocent” as before. (Actually, it was still “innocent”, just a lot more autoerotic.) But the hormones subsided and I outgrew that. Besides, it wouldn’t be considered polite behavior in the socially nude circles I belong to.
I still do it today, 50 years later.
I am impressed by confident nudists,
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