Feb 08 2008
Nude at Home
Our hosts seems to be busy on vacation (lucky them!) so I’ll just drop this little piece of fluff in for your perusal.
Like a lot of you, Angie and I are clothes-free all of the time at home. Exceptions are when company is over that is uncomfortable with it or when our kids are here. It’s always fun when the doorbell rings and we have to scramble to become ‘decent’!
Now, being re-married folks with a mess of kids, things get a little complicated. Two of my three young adults have been exposed to nudist environments and survived, though they did not leap into the lifestyle. One of Angie’s has been to camp with us and been around me (Angie is not prepared to be nude in front of any of our kids), I think he’ll come over this summer. Maybe her other son and wife too. We’ll see. No push.
Then there’s the grandkids. Little kids say things in school and the next thing you know, Child Protective Services is knocking on your door. This not an uncommon situation. Has anyone out there had to deal with this? How do you explain that being a nudist is not an evil thing? We’re harmless but perceived as somehow evil. And that’s unfair.
So, we’re not an extended nudist family, yet. We have hopes.
Anyway, we survive Wisconsin’s horrible winters by tolerating high heat bills for the comfort of being natural at home. There are area nudist club events that help break up the long cold season, and we count the days until we can get to camp and hit the beach again.
Angie has recently gotten a new job which give us a lot of free air travel so we’re hoping that will ease winter-pain until we can move to a warmer clime.
Just survived a blizzard and more nasty weather is expected. Whoopie. This time, two years ago, I took Angie to the beach for her first time. Not this year!
No more to say other than we wish we were in Florida or Texas or wherever our hosts are sunning themselves right now. I tell ya, it just ain’t fair!
-Steve
I decided this winter to sacrifice much of my comfort in order to keep more money out of the hands of the gas company; this was the first weekend I got back to Default Wardrobe (wrist watch and sandals). A protracted ice storm during December persuaded me that it wasn’t entirely a waste.
Hope you have a great time when you get back to the beach.