To be honest, I’ve been in a bit of a slump with nudism for the past year. Ever since I got fined for an innocent (albeit legally foolish) incident of public nudity, I’ve felt this sense of vigilance in the back of my mind about being naked outside. It’s sad, because the whole idea of nudism is to feel carefree, not be constantly looking over your shoulder. That’s why it’s so important that we work to normalize nudity, so that eventually we can change these outdated laws, and not have to hide ourselves out of fear of punishment.
In the meantime though, we need to find safe places to practice our nudism, and today I found a patch of bushland that was so isolated that the worries stayed away. I haven’t felt so carefree naked in nature in a long time, and I was reminded again how beautiful and liberating nudity is.