I have to admit it, I am an addict. Do they have a chapter of addictions anonymous for naturists? When I go without nudity, I become testy and moody. It doesn’t matter that I sleep nude all the time, I can’t even begin to count those hours as nude time. I realise that this is not the same for everyone claiming and believing themselves to be nudists or naturists. For some, that might be the ultimate experience when it comes to what is possible.
Contrary what many say, naturism is as much, if not more a state of mind than it is a state of body. Look at it from the opposite POV – the sense of feeling clothing free is not limited to those who are nude. When a person is compelled to wear layers of clothing, to wear shorts and a tee shirt feels absolutely delicious and scandalous. When a person is nude 24/7, there is an equally delicious feeling wearing a piece of jewellery or garment that caresses like silk. We are confusing beings where black and white becomes a kaleidoscope of colours that seem to constantly shift. The only thing we can know for certain is what we feel, and even that is understood through a filter.
With that said, I want to return to my feeling of being an addict. As with any addiction, there are withdrawal symptoms. It becomes quite noticeable to others in my life. My wife can tell when I haven’t had enough nude time and tries to make time and space for me to release that pressure. Of course, when we go visiting for an extended time, it is impossible to fit nude time in. My mind tells me that I just need to suck it up and deal with it. I can always be nude when I return home. I tell that to myself with a firm belief that I can navigate through these clothing obligatory times. But like any addict, I lie to myself and find myself sneaking a quick fix of nudity. I sneak in these moments risking being caught.
The two images here today are real examples of taking risks because of addictive need when real life conditions make nudity pretty well forbidden. Simply taking the risk, even if for less than a minute, acts like a quick fix. However, like all addictions, risking quick fixes can backfire. I’ve been lucky … so far.
Now, it’s your turn. Do you take risks because of a sense of addiction, because the need seems to press on you? Does your need for nudity increase as time passes? Does nudity become an obsession?
I think I understand what you’re talking about, Robert. I don’t know if it’s an addiction; I sometimes wonder if I “obsess” about getting out of my clothes and wearing nothing: but I certainly think about it a lot. I don’t know that others feel the same way about getting naked the way I do; maybe I need to ask more “naked-getting folks”! Yesterday I was on the road for about 675 miles (you’ll have to figure out what that is in kilometres!) … and all but thirty-five of them I was naked, except for putting on gas (for which I donned shorts. It felt good: and only occasionally I’d realize that I was actually naked! … Not a bad way to travel! But, is it an addiction? An obsession? Or just a recognition that when I’m traveling naked, as long as I’m not providing offense to anyone else, it’s no one’s concern but mine? I don’t know: what do others think?
When nude….Free at last, free at last. Thank God all mighty, I’m free at last.
Yes,it can be a need,especially if I’ve had a stressful day or if the clothes I have to wear are uncomfortable,i.e. suits.I’ve noticed that I don’t mind doing everyday chores when nude.I’ve gotten to the point where I absolutely dread wearing a suit for swimming.
I wouldn’t say it’s an obsession,but it simultaneously has addictive and therapeutic qualities.Addictive in that I’ve figured out ways to incorporate it into several activities.Therapeutic in that it takes away stress and allows for clearer thinking.
Fortunately only caught twice.Each time it was by family who understood and laughed it off as me being me.
Ah, so I am not the only one who has a sort of addiction to nudity. I fully agree with the therapeutic value of being clothing free, as you well know. As well, like you, I have been caught. All understood, even if they didn’t approve. Thanks, Scott for adding your words here.
Great insight. Addiction no, therapy yes.
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An addiction ? No not me . I like being in nature without the restrictions of clothing – the cool breeze , warm water , sunshine , and the overall sense of freedom that exists in naturists settings . When I first discovered the nudist resort it was so liberating . I felt like I was no longer bound by a social norm I never fully understood and could be more of who I was – nothing hidden , no agenda , no shame . That must be the root of it , shame . We grow up constantly comparing ourselves to others and we don’t need to – there is an equanimity among nudists that isn’t present in everyday society .
Well said, David.
After one week in Vera resort (Spain) with no clothes at all, I am not feeling well needing to wear clothes again almost all day. I can only be naked sleeping and in some hidden moments when I am walking in lonely places, as you do. I really would like to be naked when weather allows(4-5 months in this latitudes), and it makes me very unhappy reducing it to 2 weeks. Addiction is not the word maybe, but not unserstanding society.
Thanks, David. I agree that it isn’t just as simple as to describe it as an addiction. It only feels that way because of societal responses to the naked human. I wish it was otherwise, but it is what it is. We make choices though it seems otherwise. And in those down moments, we feel like a victim craving freedom. I think this will make for another blog post in the near future. I look forward to your next comment.