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The Sad Story Of Hollywood’s First Naked Lady, Audrey Munson

A piece about the tragic but surprisingly long life of Audrey Munson, the first woman to do a nude scene in a mainstream American film.

From Desperate Housewives. 

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Munich’s Legalization of Public Nudity is Sexy, But Not Surprising || Jaunted http://www.jaunted.com/story/2014/4/16/1567/70892/travel/Munich’s+Legalization+of+Public+Nudity+is+Sexy,+But+Not+Surprising

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Munich’s Legalization of Public Nudity is Sexy, But Not Surprising || Jaunted http://www.jaunted.com/story/2014/4/16/1567/70892/travel/Munich’s+Legalization+of+Public+Nudity+is+Sexy,+But+Not+Surprising

Bad news kids…I don’t think it’s real.
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glib24:
Where do I sign up for the Reallife channel‽

Bad news kids…I don’t think it’s real.

nudeforjoy:

glib24:

Where do I sign up for the Reallife channel‽

(Source: nudeworldorder)

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Women telling other women how to age | The real does not efface itself http://alex-therealdoesnoteffaceitself.blogspot.com/2014/04/telling-women-how-to-age.html?view=classic

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Women telling other women how to age | The real does not efface itself http://alex-therealdoesnoteffaceitself.blogspot.com/2014/04/telling-women-how-to-age.html?view=classic

Memo to TV Stars: Put Your Clothes Back On!

Slate’s Simon Doonan is tired of seeing naked people on TV, because Johnny Carson never got naked. Really, he says that.

Home Nudist Held Captive | Naturist Story Part 3

Part 3 of Nick Alimonos’s story, “How I became a naturist.”

Celebrate Earth Day

AANR’s Earth Day message…précis: get naked.

A French nudist explains her lifestyle.

Baring The Psyche In Social Nudity

nomadicnudist:

Getting Naked with Friends
KC started the day at Rock Lodge top-free. E and I were naked from the start.
We arrived at my naturist resort before the usual weekend crowd.  As E and I deposited our clothes in the car, A walked up to greet us wearing nothing but a ridiculously large sun hat and a smile.  The contrast between the outside world where most heads were naked but most bodies were clothed versus a naked woman wearing a satirically large hat illustrated how silly we are about the utility versus the style of textiles.  ”It’s so wonderful to have young people here!” she exclaimed in her thick Swiss accent.  “I’m doing some spring planting.  Will I see you all by the lake, later NN?”
“I expect we’ll spend most of the day there, A” I told her.
“Good!  I hope to see you down there later when I go for a swim.  Have a good time!”  With that, A headed up the hill toward the clubhouse to begin her day’s work while KC, E and I headed to the lake.  We circled up some Adirondack chairs on the sandy beach and, as A had seemed to have put KC at ease, the sarong was put aside and we were all now wearing nothing but smiles, like our gardener friend A, and enjoying each other’s company.  
The hardy E and I quickly took the water for a chilly May skinny dip.  We spent some time laying out on one of the lake’s rafts, discussing the thing that naturists discuss the first time they hang out naked together: How we came into social nudity.  E talked about growing up near a lake in Wisconsin where he and his sister and brothers would swim naked in the summer.  He and KC had spent some time on a nude beach during their honeymoon in Hawaii as well.  I talked about a naturist beach in France that I had attended on a lark and ended up enjoying and how it took me a decade to realize I should be spending summers naked in the US.
Back on the beach I took them on a hike of the trail that surrounds the lake and up to the rock lodge that Rock Lodge is named for.  Coming back from the lodge, we ran into C and S who also commented that they were happy to, “See young people,” and they hoped I would bring KC and E again.  
We left Rock Lodge for about an hour to do some shopping for lunch and dinner.  Upon our return, we were each quick to be out of our clothes, including KC.  As the day wore on, we lounged at the lake, indulged in the sauna,  read, skinny dipped and enjoyed time with our naturist friends.  
There is always a sadness I experience when I’m putting on my clothes after a day spent naked in the sun.  E and KC didn’t say it, but I think they felt the same way.  The three of us are fairly hard drinking New Yorkers and I mentioned as we drove home that I hadn’t had a drop of alcohol all day but that I was happier than I could ever be in a bar.  KC and E didn’t disagree.
E and KC are now pregnant and they plan to bring their child, affectionately nick-named Shrimp until they find out if it’s a boy or a girl, to the lake.  My wife and I were recently at their apartment and KC started telling a story about changes that were occurring with her boobs.  She cut herself off mid-sentence and asked, “Is this making you uncomfortable, NN?  Oh, wait, you’ve seen me naked,” and so she continued with her story.  
We should all be this comfortable with ourselves.
Stay naked!
Photo from:http://ohnesans.tumblr.com/post/40996922908/sonnenfreunde-9-german-nudist-magazineDid you like this story?  Feel free to ask me anything about it.

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Getting Naked with Friends

KC started the day at Rock Lodge top-free. E and I were naked from the start.

We arrived at my naturist resort before the usual weekend crowd.  As E and I deposited our clothes in the car, A walked up to greet us wearing nothing but a ridiculously large sun hat and a smile.  The contrast between the outside world where most heads were naked but most bodies were clothed versus a naked woman wearing a satirically large hat illustrated how silly we are about the utility versus the style of textiles.  ”It’s so wonderful to have young people here!” she exclaimed in her thick Swiss accent.  “I’m doing some spring planting.  Will I see you all by the lake, later NN?”

“I expect we’ll spend most of the day there, A” I told her.

“Good!  I hope to see you down there later when I go for a swim.  Have a good time!”  With that, A headed up the hill toward the clubhouse to begin her day’s work while KC, E and I headed to the lake.  We circled up some Adirondack chairs on the sandy beach and, as A had seemed to have put KC at ease, the sarong was put aside and we were all now wearing nothing but smiles, like our gardener friend A, and enjoying each other’s company.  

The hardy E and I quickly took the water for a chilly May skinny dip.  We spent some time laying out on one of the lake’s rafts, discussing the thing that naturists discuss the first time they hang out naked together: How we came into social nudity.  E talked about growing up near a lake in Wisconsin where he and his sister and brothers would swim naked in the summer.  He and KC had spent some time on a nude beach during their honeymoon in Hawaii as well.  I talked about a naturist beach in France that I had attended on a lark and ended up enjoying and how it took me a decade to realize I should be spending summers naked in the US.

Back on the beach I took them on a hike of the trail that surrounds the lake and up to the rock lodge that Rock Lodge is named for.  Coming back from the lodge, we ran into C and S who also commented that they were happy to, “See young people,” and they hoped I would bring KC and E again.  

We left Rock Lodge for about an hour to do some shopping for lunch and dinner.  Upon our return, we were each quick to be out of our clothes, including KC.  As the day wore on, we lounged at the lake, indulged in the sauna,  read, skinny dipped and enjoyed time with our naturist friends.  

There is always a sadness I experience when I’m putting on my clothes after a day spent naked in the sun.  E and KC didn’t say it, but I think they felt the same way.  The three of us are fairly hard drinking New Yorkers and I mentioned as we drove home that I hadn’t had a drop of alcohol all day but that I was happier than I could ever be in a bar.  KC and E didn’t disagree.

E and KC are now pregnant and they plan to bring their child, affectionately nick-named Shrimp until they find out if it’s a boy or a girl, to the lake.  My wife and I were recently at their apartment and KC started telling a story about changes that were occurring with her boobs.  She cut herself off mid-sentence and asked, “Is this making you uncomfortable, NN?  Oh, wait, you’ve seen me naked,” and so she continued with her story.  

We should all be this comfortable with ourselves.

Stay naked!

Photo from:
http://ohnesans.tumblr.com/post/40996922908/sonnenfreunde-9-german-nudist-magazine

Did you like this story?  
Feel free to ask me anything about it.

Tonopah

I was going up to Phoenix for something this weekend so I decided to make a trip up to El Dorado Hot Springs as well.

The place is still there and unchanged from the last trip I made. I didn’t get to stay as long as I would have liked because I left a little later that I wanted to. 

I kept swatting away at what I thought were a couple of flies while I soaked. They turned out to be bees. Oops. That time of year, I guess.

Just as I left, I noticed that there were several campers who started making their way to the “semi-private” enclosure. I’d spent most of my time alone in there and it would have been nice to meet them. Oh well.

By the way, there is a possible threat to El Dorado and the entire community of Tonopah. Hickman’s Family Farms plans to build a facility that would house 2.2 million chickens in the area. There are worries about the effect on the aquifer (which would have a direct impact on El Dorado) as well as other problems. El Dorado is one of my favorite places to be nude and I hope it can remain.

Preview of this month’s Natmag. Complete edition can be seen here.

Is It Really All About Freedom To Be Nude?

nomadicnudist:

A Trip to Spa Castle: Pregaming the Nudie SeasonI spent the Sunday before my naturist club opens nomading over to Spa Castle in Queens.  E and a friend of his were with me as we were celebrated his imminent fatherhood/man-shower.  We toured the co-ed/textile area which includes pools, spas and saunas but the best time was spent in the male-only nudie area.  This area includes a wet sauna and a very hot dry sauna, cold pool, several massage pools and several whirl-pools ranging from 90-107 degrees Fahrenheit.  There are also shower and grooming areas.  It’s a great place to go in the winter for nudists who want to be out of their clothes for a bit.  Note that there are separate male and female nude areas, so it’s not necessarily the most social of nudist venues but it’s good for a late-winter fix.  As usual, pretentions were dropped along with towels and we had some great conversations about life, the universe and everything.
This weekend I’m looking forward to Rock Lodge opening for the season.  Hopefully that’s where I’ll be for about six months.Live naked!
Photo from http://saunaheater.tumblr.com/

nomadicnudist:

A Trip to Spa Castle: Pregaming the Nudie Season

I spent the Sunday before my naturist club opens nomading over to Spa Castle in Queens.  E and a friend of his were with me as we were celebrated his imminent fatherhood/man-shower.  We toured the co-ed/textile area which includes pools, spas and saunas but the best time was spent in the male-only nudie area.  This area includes a wet sauna and a very hot dry sauna, cold pool, several massage pools and several whirl-pools ranging from 90-107 degrees Fahrenheit.  There are also shower and grooming areas.  It’s a great place to go in the winter for nudists who want to be out of their clothes for a bit.  Note that there are separate male and female nude areas, so it’s not necessarily the most social of nudist venues but it’s good for a late-winter fix.  As usual, pretentions were dropped along with towels and we had some great conversations about life, the universe and everything.

This weekend I’m looking forward to Rock Lodge opening for the season.  Hopefully that’s where I’ll be for about six months.

Live naked!

Photo from http://saunaheater.tumblr.com/