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Been a while….

It’s been a while since my last post. I believe I planned to go to Collins Beach as a reward for hosting a family member.

I did not do that.

Instead, the family took our planned trip to Santa Cruz, CA, in late July. I have very fond memories of the week we spent at the rented house and not so fond memories of the two day drive to and from home base.

There’s a reason I live in Oregon now. Drive the 505 between Sacramento and San Francisco. The answer will come to you, I am sure.

Opportunities for nudity that week were more plentiful than I expected. The house we rented was in a dense neighborhood of bungalows, one short block from the beach, each house nestled snugly against its siblings, the occupants able to determine the intimate details of their peers with alarming ease. As such, I expected to be an indoor nudist that week but our house had been renovated with a second story with an outdoor deck. I had full run of the interior, both floors nude, but I was pleasantly surprised by the layout of the outdoor deck. So long as I didn’t stand up I could sit at the garden table there discreetly nude. I did this daily. At first, I was cautious and would stay covered to and from the table but as the week progressed, my boldness increased and by the end of the week, my attitude was very much one of fuck ‘em if they can’t take a penis.

Of course I was very cautious of my fair skin and always took my daily air bath late in the day, with the sun low on the horizon. but Wednesday was a day we decided to stay home bound so I seized the opportunity and spent a good three hours reading on the deck. I figured I was safe since I was under the shade of the umbrella the entire time and I sat with my back to the sun at all times. Despite my precautions, I felt hot and sweaty at dinner that night. My chest and part of my left leg were red. I had got sun burned.

But how? Both Sal and I were perplexed by this since we agreed I took all my usual precautions. The answer came to me the next day when I sat in my usual spot the next afternoon and looked up from my book. The deck is built on part of the old roof structure of the house. As such, one must walk up three short steps. One wall of the deck is the side of the house. That side has a small window. While I was certainly in the shade, I never noticed I was getting cooked from the side by the sun being reflected in that window!

August and September became a blur of activity. I started a huge project at work with a tight deadline and September had my birthday celebration in the middle of it, so I have very dim memories of that month in general. Any plans for social nudity or outdoor nudity fell by the wayside as life pushed me along in its slipstream.

It is now the first week of October and, despite an incredible Indian summer, the window of opportunity is closing fast. Hopefully, Autumn will enter the stage slowly with clear, crisp days and the next time I post will be a trip report to Collins or maybe of a nude hike in Gorge or the north end of Forest Park.

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(Source: wolf-66, via nudiarist2)

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(Source: wolf-66, via nudiarist2)

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It’s been sparse these past few days…

Yes, nude. Haven’t had as much time as I’d like with mom here, but I get enough to wait until she’s gone before going back to full nude status.

In compensation, I shall plan a trip to Collins Beach for next week. Maybe be ambitious and find a nude hike. I’m thinking the far end of Forest Park, but would love to get a sense of how crowded the Gorge trails are.

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natureandnudity:

…then society makes us put clothes on. What’s up with that?
Nature & Nudity…as it should be. Go bare, share & visit the archives.

natureandnudity:

…then society makes us put clothes on. What’s up with that?

Nature & Nudity…as it should be. Go bare, share & visit the archives.

(Source: bazink65)

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natureandnudity:

Nature & Nudity…as it should be. Go bare, share & visit the archives.

natureandnudity:

Nature & Nudity…as it should be. Go bare, share & visit the archives.

(Source: bazink65)

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The Joy of Being Nude

The soft caress of the wind on a warm summer night.

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What makes a nudist?

This article articulates my desire to be nude perfectly. I have an intense desire to be nude as often as possible.

To me, it’s that deep desire to be nude that makes for a nudist.  The social aspects are secondary, as are all the pleasing sensations that come from experiencing life nude.  Those things are the treats discovered after  one has finally been able to fulfill  the desire that was always there; the desire to be nude and find out what life is like that way.

I am always thinking of ways to be nude where ever I am. I sneak moments of nudity in very public places. At my gym, the jacuzzi is opaque when the jets are on. When I am the only one in there and the area is not crowded, I slip my suit down around my ankles and enjoy the momentary skinny dipping.

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nakedthoughtfortoday:

Thought For Today - Sunday, 6/22/2014

nakedthoughtfortoday:

Thought For Today - Sunday, 6/22/2014

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nakedthoughtfortoday:

Thought For Today - Saturday, 6/14/2014

nakedthoughtfortoday:

Thought For Today - Saturday, 6/14/2014