I have a problem. Well, maybe it’s not a problem from my point of view. Maybe it’s just that it is normal for me. I’ve spent the majority of my life yearning to be naked. Ever since I was a little kid skinny-dipping alone at night in the swimming pool and tanning in the sun when nobody was home. I was hooked. My entire goal in life was and is just to live completely naked all the time. At this point, I’ve accomplished that goal.
What are my reasons?
- Just the plain awesomeness!
- The wonderful comfort.
- The specialness.
- Sweaty Underwear Syndrome.
- Did I mention the awesomeness?
I now live out in the country where I can roam the house and land naked 24 hours a day, seven days a week, 365 days a year. My only need for clothing is when I go shopping or visiting. I’m early-retired so there’s no need to get dressed for work. I’m completely free in multiple senses of the word.
I guess that pretty much defines “Obsession”. I’ve taken it to the extreme even to the point of being forced into living an extremely lonely life. I have only one single desire in me and that is just to have someone to share it with. Preferably someone of the female persuasion but at this point, I can no longer be picky about that. It’s not that I haven’t tried. Finding a fellow, female, nudist is like finding a needle in 1000 haystacks. I’ve seen them online so I know they exist. That makes it hurt that much more.
I actually knew one once. She was a 50% nudist but that’s better than nothing. We were good friends for a few years but for some reason, she grew more distant until she completely disappeared. I thought we had something special but it wasn’t meant to be. It was probably my fault but I don’t know why. But that’s OK. I let her go.
I’ve tried to share the awesomeness with existing friends but they don’t get it. Eventually, I give up on them and let them go too. They have nothing for me. That’s pretty short-sighted but that’s the way it is. I don’t have time or energy for that much frustration. Frustration turns into anger then rage and I don’t want to be angry anymore. I did that for 40 years and I don’t recommend it.
I thought by sharing my thoughts on this blog I would get some kind of response from people like myself. I’ve been writing here since 2007 and though I usually don’t allow comments, I do enable it on certain posts that I think might bring a proper response. If someone does comment, it is not what I am looking for and the person lives in the Far Far Away which is not helpful at all.
What is my purpose in wanting someone to share the awesomeness? Am I overlooking unseen root psychological causes?
I suppose I am somewhat of an exhibitionist. As an invisible man, I have an innate desire to be noticed. All during my childhood and teen years, I wore tiny speedo swimsuits to the pools, water parks, beaches, rivers, anywhere people swim. First, I loved the sexy feel. It was as close as you could legally get to being naked. Second, it was different from others so people were likely to be able to see me. I was that awesomely cute boy in speedos! People DID see me and that felt good. Still, nobody wanted me. My friends tolerated it but never joined in. Wouldn’t that have been awesome??
Of course, being naked in public is not allowed except at nudist resorts or official nude beaches. In which case, being naked among naked people, you’re still invisible.
There’s also Sweaty Underwear Syndrome. Wearing even shorts in the summer here in Texas is extremely unpleasant. You really need to have two pairs of underwear handy at all times. One will be drying while you are sweating in the other. Swap them out a number of times each day. Sweating is not a problem when you are naked.
The root, root cause might be the desire for sex. Most of the Regular People equate nudity with sex because the only time they ever get naked is when they are going to have sex. It’s sad but true. They have no idea that there’s a whole world of freedom out there. It is a dimension that is beyond their comprehension just as Humans have difficulty imagining objects in the 4th dimension. Their minds just can’t handle it. Fortunately, there are some of us who can. But back to the point… I feel that if people saw me naked, they might be attracted to my slim, smooth, sexy body and would eventually want to have sex. As a 52-year-old virgin (I admit it freely) I would like to experience sex with another person at least once before I die. There. I said it. It is an undeniable root cause and perhaps the primary carnal purpose of existence itself.
That’s some grandiose thinking right there.
Nevertheless, I like to be naked. There’s nothing better in the world. It IS special even though it shouldn’t be. If everyone in the world was naked then it would just be normal. I’m special! I’m naked and that’s the way I like it!
Seguin, Texas. I know you’re out there!!