Category Archives: Naturism

5-Word Story: Safe Space

“Here, nothing could hurt me.”


Thank you to the beautiful woman whose photo inspired this piece of writing.


Finding Meaning In My Nudity

I realize that, lately, I’ve been asking a question — Am I enough? — and looking to nudity for the answer.

What do I mean by “looking to nudity for the answer”?


Like with all things, my view on nudity continues to change.

The reason I’ve been writing about it so much lately is because I believe that there is some, for lack of a better word, secret hidden in one’s body. Some thing that is essential to answering the question What is the point of life?

I know that, ultimately, going naked, or appreciating — in a mature manner — the beauty of a person who is naked, will not give me what I seek. For example: The initial thrill of having climbed out of my underwear will, inevitably, fade. But that doesn’t mean it doesn’t matter.

As a Catholic, I see it as my duty to be a light in the darkness:

“You are the light of the world. A town built on a hill cannot be hidden. Neither do people light a lamp and put it under a bowl. Instead they put it on its stand, and it gives light to everyone in the house.  In the same way, let your light shine before others, that they may see your good deeds and glorify your Father in heaven.”
~ Matthew 5:14 — 16

And, I believe nudity is connected to that somehow.

When one is naked, their “light” is shinning forth for all to see. There are no “bowls” (like clothes) that hide any part of a person; a person is showing all of themselves. It is a time when a person’s true colors are revealed. Every action takes on new weight and meaning when done naked.

Those are just some thoughts I’ve been having recently.

Thanks for reading.

And: Thank you to the beautiful woman who made the photo used in this post possible.

10-Word Story: Revelation

“You don’t like your mama ’cause she looks like this?”


Thank you to “Irina” — the beautiful woman who made this photo possible and who was one of my inspirations for this post.

Thank you to Love Alchemy, for always making me think.

And: The words in this piece of writing come from my favorite scene in my favorite episode of my favorite series: Eureka Seven.


“Taking Off” Negativity

Since dropping out of college almost 3 years ago, I’ve struggled with depression.

One of the methods of coping I’ve found is treating my negative emotions like clothes and, like clothes, “taking them off.”

Doubt: Am I good enough to be the person I want to be?

Fear: I can’t make it. I don’t want to make it.

Anger: Why did I do that?

Sadness: I don’t deserve all that you’ve given me, God. Give it to someone else.

Suguha — “Sword Art Online”

Undressing to shower this morning, my mind going at a million miles an hour as I thought about what colleges to, before the end of the month, apply to, and what classes to take, I stopped suddenly, struck by a desire.

Saying a prayer — trusting in God that I had this desire for a reason — before I stepped in the shower, I left the bathroom and walked around my house naked.

It was a liberating and strange feeling.

I felt like I was in a place I shouldn’t be, but was also in a place I was meant to be. Which makes sense: Though naked is one’s natural state of being, a kitchen is not a place for butts. (I was careful to avoid inadvertently touching a surface.)

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I even went outside.

Closing the front door behind me, I stood in my yard, not minding the cold breeze, looking at the multi-colored clouds as the sun rose.

I don’t mean to sound like a hippie but, being in nature in my natural state, I felt cleansed.

My mind was like a dirty dish, and being naked was the soap, water, and sponge that cleaned it.

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Returning to the bathroom minutes later, letting the shower’s water clean me, I felt like I finally knew what it meant to “take off” my negative emotions, like my doubt and fear:

To “take off” my negativity is to put my trust in God — to trust that God has given me the thoughts, feelings, and desires I have for a reason. And that reason is: To spread God’s light in a world in darkness.

After being naked outside, being in my most vulnerable state for the world to see, I felt like I could do anything. I thought to myself If I can be naked outside, than acing that job interview should be a walk in the park.

I’m sorry if this comes across as me being prideful. Pride is a vice that I struggle with.

It’s just: After showing all of myself, I felt that I could be all of myself — I felt that I could put to use all that God has given me, and I could put it to use for a purpose that brought me closer to Him and satisfied my desire to make something of my life: my desire to not live my life on the couch.

Being Naked Outside

This morning, I felt a need to turn my desire into action. A need to no longer just think about what a part of me wished I would do. A need to actually do it.

So, saying a prayer, I took off my clothes and opened my bedroom door. I didn’t want to be naked in the privacy of my room anymore.

Making sure I was alone — the other occupants of the house might not approve of me being naked, and naked was, I felt, no state to have such a conversation in — I walked to the living room.

Nudity was reserved for the bedroom or the bathroom. So it was… interesting… to be naked in a room that was neither. Walking around the living room, I felt like I was seeing it with new eyes. I felt like, all my life, I had been wearing a “Clothes Filter,” and now the filter was off: My eyes were as naked as my body.

I was naked this morning because I realized I didn’t want to feel like my nakedness was something I needed to hide. I wanted to not be ashamed to be as God made me. And I felt like, as long as I was in my room behind a closed door, I was.

It was like my body was a candle whose light I had covered with my hands. And now the heat and hot wax was burning my fingers and palms. The candle was telling me “Let my light shine.”

Before going back to my room, I went outside. I stood right in front of my door. Though I didn’t see anyone, I didn’t want to step out into the yard because 1) I didn’t want people to see me, and 2) I didn’t want to have to wash my feet.

It felt wrong, and right, to be naked outside.

Wrong because: I had been taught that nudity was for certain times and certain places, and outside in the morning wasn’t one of them.

Right because: I was in nature in my natural state. I didn’t even mind that it was cold. As soon as I closed the door behind me and looked at the trees in the distance, I thought Oh my gosh. I’m naked outside.

Part of me wanted to go inside. Another part of me wanted to stay outside, breathing in the air and looking at the scenery.

If someone saw me standing in front of my door, I like to think that I wouldn’t mind. I like to think that I would say to them “I am in nature in my natural state. There is nothing indecent about this. This is how God made me. And this is the world that God made.”

Like in the living room, I felt like I was seeing the outdoors with new eyes. And, thus, I felt like I was seeing myself with new eyes. It’s a hard feeling to describe. The best way I know how to describe it is: Do something that you would do clothed, but do it naked. Does doing it feel different now?

On a side note:

Reading the writing of some people who enjoy being naked, I feel like such people see being naked as something they need. Like they can’t be at peace if they don’t take their clothes off from time to time. And, I don’t want to feel like that.

If I feel like I need to be naked, I risk turning my body into an idol. A second God. Instead of saying my morning prayers, I’m taking my clothes off because I’m thinking They’re so confining this isn’t right I want to be free.

To get back on track:

My experience this morning re-affirmed my belief that nakedness is sacred.

Sacred in this way: It is not for all times and all places.

That’s the reason why I have a problem with nudism: A problem with doing everything that I would clothed, with everyone I would do it with, only doing it naked.

When I am naked, I am as God created me. Thus, when I am in such a state, it feels wrong to be doing something as, for lack of a better word, trivial as riding a bike or playing a board game.

I’m not trying to say “I’m better than you” to the people who enjoy doing those things naked. I’m just trying to say: “It doesn’t feel right.”

And, I think I know why it doesn’t feel right:

It doesn’t feel right for the same reason that a naked man and woman, instead of hugging like this…

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…do an awkward side hug.

It doesn’t feel right because our naked body ultimately isn’t meant for riding a bike, or sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of a game board, or giving side hugs.

What our naked body is ultimately meant for, is making this happen:


A man shall leave his father and mother and be united to his wife, and the two will become one flesh.
~Genesis 2:24