Privacy in the suburban wasteland is difficult to come by. As a nudist, privacy becomes very important.
Personally, I don’t care if people see me naked in the back yard. I just worry that if those people happen to be, and most likely are, regular people, then they might freak out. I don’t need neighbors to freak out.
I’ve planted shrubbery in strategic locations to try to screen my yard from second story windows but it is still a few years away from being a good screen. In the meantime, the idea of having to put on clothes to go out in the yard, swim, or use the hot tub really sucks. Therefore I am at least partially careful about offending. Otherwise, when it’s 100 degrees and high humidity, I’m going naked whether anyone likes it or not.
It hasn’t been obvious yet that my happiness has been observed until recently. It was cold outside so I wasn’t naked. I walked outside to clean up the patio. The neighbors across the back fence were outside playing with their little girl. The girl, as little girls do, play very loudly. I could hear every word she yelled at the top of her lungs. One phrase she said was, “Don’t look over there, he might be naked!”
Apparently at one time I was the topic of conversation in the house. Part of me is glad to hear that they know and have not called the police or something. Part of me is sad to hear that seeing naked people is “bad” for them. What a wonderful world it would be if we could all just be naked and not worry about it.
These people usually keep their 2nd story window blinds closed in which case I feel free. I guess they peep. That’s not my fault. It’s not like I’m being lewd. I’m just being comfortable. If they want to peep. I’m fine with that.
It’s January now and I’m really looking forward to swimming weather again.