The Nude Life

If all goes to plan, we will arrive at our new home in Florida a week from today, and then take up The Nude Life full-time at long, long last. Between then and now, we have an increasingly daunting list of tasks to complete, not the least of which is closing on the sale of our house here in Texas and then driving with our cat some 1,100 miles to Central Florida in our sub-compact economy car.

It has been a three-month-long effort to scale down our belongings and ties to the home we have lived in for 18 years in North Texas. About three-quarters of everything we owned in the way of furniture, clothes, books, appliances and other detritus has been given away to friends and charities. When the moving truck shows up on Monday morning to cart away the balance of our material possessions, it will amount to what is typical for a two-bedroom apartment and not the 3,800-sq.-ft. single-family home it was when this process began.

To say we are excited about the big move finally happening would be an understatement, but there is also a fair amount of dread in the mix, as we have a hellacious amount of “stuff” to do in the next seven days before we can finally shed our clothes, open our first cold beer at our new home, and head down to the pool for an afternoon’s relaxation in the nude for the first time as residents of our new community.

With all that happening over the next seven days, don’t expect any blog posts until we have arrived in Florida and the cable guy arrives to hook up our TV and Internet at the house and we’re back online for good from our new home. Wish us luck if you have a mind to, and we’ll be back in touch from Central Florida by this time next week!

After what seems like months and months (well, actually, it has been months and months!), we leave Texas tomorrow to fly to Central Florida and sign the papers for our new home in a nudist resort. The walk-through is on Thursday, and the transfer of ownership (and paperwork, keys, insurance, upkeep responsibility, etc., etc.) all happens Friday morning. We will spend the weekend getting light housekeeping set up at the new place, and trying to settle in for a few days of actual vacation as well.

Buying our home at Cypress Cove and getting everything lined up for retirement in the next few weeks has been a huge amount of work, but also a lot of excitement. We had about 50 nudist friends over to our house in Texas last weekend to help clear out much of the furniture and other things we won’t need after the move, followed by a really fun pool party that night. It was sad to think it might be our very last nude pool party here in Texas, but we can’t complain after all the many, many happy times we’ve had in this house for the past 15 years as nudists.

Moving into a nudist resort is not without some unique complications. Example: our homeowner’s insurer wanted to get some photos of the house for their files, so they have a record of the house they are insuring. That meant working out a time for the photographer they hired to come by and gain entrance to the resort to take the photos, and when I called him to confirm the details, he admitted it would be his first time ever to visit a “nudist colony.” Of course, I gently corrected his use of that old and distasteful term, and assured him that he’d be visiting a perfectly ordinary American neighborhood, with one particular difference: none of the folks he would encounter were likely to be wearing anything.

So, again our apologies for the lack of frequent blog posts of late, but I think they will improve in both regularity and content once we get the keys to our new place in hand and can relax a bit in our new community of nudist neighbors. Until then, thanks for your readership and for the many encouraging comments sent our way via e-mail.

Yes, our posting rate here at The Nude Life is not what you’d expect from any decent, high-volume blog, but it’s the best we can do under the circumstances. The circumstances, it turns out, are those that have us as busy as can be getting ready to move to a nudist resort in Florida to live full-time in just a very short while now. So while other nudist bloggers have all but given up on their blogs (very understandably so), ours is still here — while we’re busy building The Nude Life full-time.

The countdown has begun to the day we move to Cypress Cove to settle in to our new home, and the 18,000-odd details that it will take to make that happen are underway now. Selling our current home, disconnecting from jobs, clubs and other entanglements with our “past life” are proceeding along, and we are optimistic that this will all be wrapped up in a month or two.

Our nudist friends know of our plans to chuck it all and move to a place where clothes are not needed anytime, anywhere, and I have no doubt at least some of them will take us up on our offer to have them come and visit when they can. Virtually no one else has any idea that we are even moving, let alone moving into a nudist resort, so when/if the day comes when they start asking about our new home, we will be truthful with them but considerate in not trying to shock them with the revelation. We have “nothing to hide,” as it were, with our news of taking up The Nude Life full-time, but neither do we particularly care to share the details of our private life with people who are only casual friends.

Meanwhile, summertime has arrived in Texas and we are back to our routine of simple nudity day and night around the house and pool, as the temperatures and warm breezes make clothing a bother. We’ve had the chore of cleaning and emptying out the house in preparation for putting it up for sale made less onerous by being able to do nearly all the work nude. So although our rate of posting has slowed down, we’re every bit as nude as you’d expect from nudist in Texas in the Spring — we’re nude most of the time!

And indeed this weekend, we will be holding a “nude garage sale,” inviting our nudist friends over to pick and take away the items and furniture we won’t be moving with us to Florida. That’s followed by what might very well be the last-ever nude pool party at our house for those dear nudist friends…the end of a very wonderful 14 years or so of fun fun fun nude parties at our house through the years.

So, dear Reader, excuse the lack of postings for the time being as we work on making our dream come true. The Nude Life Blog will be here, and we promise updates as time allows. Meanwhile, don’t neglect The Nude Life Forum, where you can connect and discuss The Nude Life with others from around the world.

Thank God for the alert action by Wisconsin’s Finest in protecting us from ourselves! Risking life and limb (not to mention risking looking like total fools) the cops nabbed a dangerous criminal right in the act.

Totally sober, on a bet with his Dad, a teenage boy criminal ran across the lake behind their house, get ready for this, sit down, TOTALLY NAKED!!!

Can you believe it? Right here in Amerika! I’m shocked! What is this country coming to? Where is the death penalty when you need it?

The next thing you know, women will be exposing their ankles at the beach! This must be stopped right here and right now!

What this country needs is more sex and violence on TV, more wars, higher taxes on working people, and less health care for those sick people who are cluttering up our hospitals and clinics! Certainly not naked boys on deserted lakes in a desolate area of Wisconsin!

Let’s get our priorities straight and smash these disgusting folks that think there’s nothing wrong with a little harmless nudity! That’s where I want to see my law enforcement dollars going!

For the full, ugly article, click here: TMJ4 News

- Steve

What if there was a beach used exclusively by blind nudists?

In the minds of many, it’s not the fact of nudity that is so shameful, it’s being seen naked that is bad. It’s the sight of the body that God gave us that leads to sin and debauchery.

So, what if everyone’s blind? Would that be OK?

I mean, if seeing the ‘naughty’ parts leads people astray, then not seeing them should be pretty safe, it seems.

I’ll have to run that one past Rev. Ralph if I ever run into him. Nah, he’d just say that even feeling good is evil. I saw a bumper sticker that said: “I like your Christ. I don’t like your Christians. They are so not like your Christ”. The wackos have given good people a bad name. That’s wrong.

This guy is the epitome of that idea. Pure hatred. Sad that good folks should have to be associated with this disgusting vermin.

And that’s the gist of it, isn’t it? We just have too darn much fun running around nekked and they can’t stand it. There must be something sinful behind it because they know that if they tried it they’d instantly be turned into lustful fornicators and have to roast in Hell forever.

OK, that’s not fair. Most people just think we’re weird, maybe a bit twisted, and they have no interest to try. That’s all right, I feel the same way about Republicans.

I’m not a Christian, but I do ask “what would Jesus do?” Because, to me, Jesus represents the best of human behavior, and a good example to follow.. To use His name to attack the innocents, in this situation, us, disgusts me.

Guess I kinda got off an a rant there, huh?

Would love to hear from blind persons, get their perspective on this. I mean, for them porn is sound and not image, skin color doesn’t exist but voice does. Nudity would be a totally sensory experience, Probably more so than for the sighted. Yet I have yet to meet a blind nudist.

That’s it.

- Steve