Please help a fellow nudist

I was watching a show on PBS called “Growing Bolder”. It talks about older people making the most of their lives. They gave the advice to go after what you want while you still can. That’s pretty damn good advice. I’m 52 now and still have no prospects of ever achieving the only thing I’ve ever wanted in life. You wouldn’t think finding a female nudist friend would be that difficult but it is just plain downright impossible.

I was set to just let it go and accept living out my emptiness for the rest of my life but the show made me think. Since we only live once, should we just give up? Time isn’t on our side and the clock is ticking faster and faster every day.

Since I genuinely don’t know what to do about it, I’m BEGGING you, the reader, to PLEASE help me somehow. I’m a really good person who would rather die than hurt anyone else so you would think I would be swamped with prospective friends. Yet, alas. Nobody.

I’m asking you now; if you are or know of any female in my age range in the central Texas area who is a naturist or might like to enjoy the naturist lifestyle with me, PLEASE…you have to get in touch with me. I have so much to offer and ask so little in return.

I’m on the verge of completely giving up so what happens next will determine the course of my future. I don’t know what more I can do or say. Is it really supposed to be this difficult?

What up?

It has been a while since I’ve written in my blog. I don’t know. It seems a little pointless lately. What is the purpose of doing anything? To reach out. Well, I’m tired of reaching out just to find that there’s nothing out there.

I was going to write an entry about Meghan Markle and how she is an ungrateful, uncompromising, Ugly American, bridezilla bitch. But then I realized I don’t actually give a shit about her.

The weather was nice yesterday so I jumped in the car and went on a road trip to Pedernales Falls state park here in Texas. It’s only around 100 miles away but still felt like an eternity. I swear I expected to cross the Canadian border any minute. The park was a little more crowded than I like but then I remembered that it was Spring Break. I took my usual hike up to the end of the river where the crowd quickly thinned out. It can be a rough hike for regular people but was a Walk in the Park for me. LOL. Pun intended.

As usual, nobody even noticed me. I was invisible again. Near the park boundary, I ran across a guy also there by himself. I expected we might exchange a greeting or something but he ignored me completely as we passed. There were a few families there with kids. The kids could see me but the adults could not. That’s always the way it works. I wonder why. One day I hope to understand this phenomenon. An old man and his wife said Hi to me on the way out. That’s something.

But that’s OK. Back home I’m enjoying my solitude and beginning to revel in it. It has become something special that I alone possess. It makes me feel special. It’s kind of like living on my own private island. It is still going to take some time but I’m slowly privatizing my 3.4 acres to shield my ugliness from prying eyes. This year I’m planting large quantities of shrubberies around the perimeter. They are fast-growing and drought-tolerant but we’re still talking years before I’ll enjoy my walled garden in peace. Soon the existing barrier growth will start to leaf-out and I can feel a little less exposed. The freak winter storm Texas had a few weeks ago set the spring growth back a bit. I’m so looking forward to seeing things start growing again. I’m looking forward to being naked in the sun again.

My community band has begun rehearsals outside to protect from the pandemic. It’s kind of fun to be back again and do something constructive with others even though I don’t know who they are. It’s my first year with this band after having moved out of the city. I hope to be more approachable this year. It’s not easy for me to change my ways of forced solitude.

My mom has been well enough to stay with my sister on alternating weeks so I get every other week to myself to do as I please. I like having her stay with me for company but I do appreciate my alone time.

Time is still flying by. I thought it would slow down when I retired but the speed of time seems to be immutable. It is accelerating exponentially no matter what. I’m doing my best to maintain my health so I can enjoy it before it goes so fast that the universe explodes. Having a couple of stents put in my coronary arteries has extended my life beyond my expected time. I am doing very well and can gauge my heart health by my walking and running stamina. My recent hike at the park over the rocks, up the stairs, and up the hill without even losing my breath proved that my regiment of eating well and exercising has me in excellent health. I try to walk 1-2 miles daily when the weather is nice enough. Maybe I’ll make it to my desired goal of 80. After that, I have the option for a quick exit.

Today I did a few great things. I leveled out my driveway with my tractor. I did my taxes and expect to receive a $2600 refund thanks to the Healthcare Tax Credit. I laid on the couch and read. I masturbated. I watched some good TV. I doesn’t get much better than that.

Tomorrow I have nothing scheduled so I’ll do as I please again. Who knows what awesome things I will accomplish. Saturday I promised an acquaintance that I would help him work on his deck project and then Sunday I pick up my mom and go to band practice.

I’m enjoying watching the stock market recover from the pandemic. Every 1 percent increase makes me $1100 in my Wealthfront account. We still have a long way to go as the pandemic subsides and the market returns to normal. Bitcoin and Litecoin are also heading upward. My Litecoin investment has already doubled since I bought it.

Well. That about covers it I think. I feel pretty good and that’s all that matters. Life may not be great but it is definitely good enough for me. I hope it is working out for you too.

Focus!!!!!

I don’t know what’s going on but I can’t seem to concentrate on anything lately. There is like a buzz going on in my head that won’t stop. I’m not talking bout my Tinitus. It’s more of a thinking issue.

I can’t seem to pay full attention to all the things I used to enjoy. I love to read but books seem to just be a bunch of random words and names. I can’t tell what’s going on or who is who. I have so many books on hold right now because I keep switching to a new one hoping to find something that will hold my interest.

I can’t seem to watch movies anymore. It take so much energy to just pay attention long enough to get through one. I end up watching reruns of old things I used to enjoy because I know what is happening.

I can’t even get myself to work on a project. They sound awesome but just forcing myself to get started an then continue is so difficult. I have a lot of half-done projects sitting around.

I think I need a vacation. Yeah, I’m retired but I’m also everyone else’s bitch right now. I don’t have any time to myself because I’m stuck doing things for others. I need to rest.

My mom has been staying with me for the last three weeks straight and I seem to have lost my individualism. Luckily she is finally staying a few days to a week at my sister’s but I’m not sure that’s enough. I know that’s not enough. Plus tomorrow I have to help a friend with his car. I just need to relax.

I’ve placed my phone in airplane mode so I can’t get any calls or texts. Except for helping my friend tomorrow, and taking my mom to town for her 2nd vaccination, I’m offline for requests. Please don’t expect anything from me for a little while.

I think I need to meditate to slow my brain back down. I’m not sure I can even do that anymore. I think I’ll go try and sit naked under a tree and see if I can calm down for a while.

Triple Cabin Fever

I’ve just diagnosed myself with a bad case of Triple Cabin Fever.

I’ve got it three ways and it is starting to try my patience.
1. Bad weather keeping me inside.
2. Corona Virus Pandemic keeping everything closed.
3. Caring for my 90 year old mom.

I think I’m going to bust pretty soon if I don’t get some time off/away. I guess it is quite a First World Malady. What would I do if I was free again? I don’t know. I don’t do much anyway but it is nice to have the option. I’m ready to get naked and feel the sun again. A trip to Hippie Hollow or the Beach would be wonderful.

I would like to do a little Texas sight-seeing. So many places to go.

I’d love to get some landscaping done. I have plans for the property.

One shouldn’t complain too much. It won’t be long before it will be 105 degrees outside and I will be wishing it was snowing again. Can’t we just be comfortable for a while?

I sure wish I had someone to travel with. Mom’s too old. Sister’s too agoraphobic. Brother’s too busy. Friends are too pussy-whipped, incompatible, and stuck in their dead-end-jobs. That’s OK. I am used to traveling alone.

Relax… Time passes. I just hope it doesn’t pass me by.

Companionship for Lonely Men

I’ve been searching my options for the last few days and I’ve noticed that sex dolls have come a long way recently. They are now quite realistic looking and feeling. Still not the sex robot that we all desire, it is coming pretty close.

I’m considering buying one for companionship. As an ugly, single man my options are limited so I think this might be a good alternative to a completely lonely existence. For a price of $800 and up there are plenty to choose from.

It would be nice to have her sitting on the couch next to me in the evenings to watch a movie or have a nice dinner at the table. We could even go on Sunday drives through the country and have a picnic. It would be nice to not have an empty bed all the time. She can even be a nudist like me.

Of course, all of this wouldn’t be necessary if there were any lonely real women out there but I know for a fact that there are not. If there were, I would not have spent all my life alone. If there were, they would have contacted me by now. I’ve met plenty of women in my life but I’ve never met a lonely one. I guess loneliness is just a man thing. But that’s OK. Technology comes to the rescue.

$800 to $1600 is a lot of money to spend on something that is questionable but I guess if one doesn’t try, one will never know. It will either be a poor-quality internet scam or the best thing that ever happened to me.

Naked Painting – January in Texas

Today is January 26th. It has been a rather warm winter this year. Other than a few days of cold, it is usually sunny and very pleasant outside.

Today I had some free time to myself so I started working on my pantry shelf project. I was using some bookcases temporarily to store my food items and it is finally time to do it right.

I bought some adjustable metal rails and attached them to the wall with 3 inch screws. Next just clip on the hangers.

The hardest part is making the shelves themselves. (Nice rhyme.) I bought a 3/4″ thick 4×8 sheet of MDF and cut it into shelves. One piece does the whole wall for me when you calculate correctly. The longest amount of time this project will take is doing the painting. I am painting them white to match the walls and trim so they will look nice and neat.

Painting is a project best done naked for obvious reasons. It’s also a good time to get some sun on your skin. It is the best source for Vitamin D and you should be naked to get it all over. I love my life.

Nudist home for sale in Texas

1 1/2-year-old manufactured country home on 4.5 acres with large stocked fishing pond near Seguin in Central Texas for sale. Great for the nudist family because the neighbor is a nudist too. Better hurry! It’s going to sell quickly.
SERIOUSLY! ACT NOW!

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I just noticed that my neighbors are selling their house. Well one of them is. The husband passed away from sudden pancreatic cancer a few months ago. The wife is not so Country so she is selling to move back to Austin. They were really good neighbors and were OK with me running around naked all the time. I will miss them.

Now it’s just a matter of time until new people move in who may not be so understanding. It would be so awesome if other nudists moved in! However unlikely.

I’m planting plenty of privacy hedges but they will take a few years to grow enough to be effective. In the meantime, I plant a seasonal crop of tall sunflowers to block the view temporarily. Hopefully we will get enough rain this spring and summer to keep them alive.

I don’t know the selling price but I expect it will be somewhere around $200k. If you are a nudist looking to live out in the country in Central Texas, let me know and I’ll see if I can hook you up with the realtor. Please be out there!!

Paint Naked. Don’t ruin your clothes.

Boy. I sure am writey today!

It was a beautiful November 1st day. It’s sunny and 80 degrees with low humidity. It’s a day that I’ve been waiting all summer for.

Perfect weather to be outside and get some of those things done that are impossible during the stifling hot, melty, burny summer of Central Texas.

Weather like this makes you want to enjoy it to the max. Naked!!!

I started by painting the posts and top beam of my deck roof. Of course, I’m naked all year long but when the humidity is low, it’s easy to get a job done without being drenched in sweat, slimy, and naked. Doesn’t it look great?

After that, I jumped onto my lawnmower and cut some of the tall weeds that grew in a few small clumps. Naked!

Next I still actually had energy so I walked a little over 2 miles around the perimeter of my property for my daily exercise. Naked!

This weather is so great!! I have an amazing all-over tan this year. There’s nothing better than living full-time naked. You really should try it. Don’t be so uptight.

The Great Wall of Solitude

We all put up a wall between ourselves and the outside world. Some people’s walls are chain-link fences. Others are cinder block or concrete and stretch up to meet the sky.

Just like Pink Floyd, my wall was built brick by brick and after 52 years, is extremely thick and tall.

Today another brick was placed. I posted a truthful and informational friendship resume on a nudist form on Reddit. The majority of the responses were negative. I don’t know what more people want if they don’t want truthfulness and openness. I’m just so confused and lost in my understanding of the human race. People don’t like lies. People don’t like the truth. What am I supposed to do? What is the joke?

As I read the responses, my legs got unsteady and I started sweating. It was a very unpleasant experience to what I thought was going to be the answer to my prayers. My legs still haven’t returned to feeling normal.

For some time I sat on the couch, staring into space wondering if this the end. If my kind of people don’t want me then who does? Most of me wants to give up completely. I can’t take it anymore. But how does one go on without some kind of hope to give meaning to life? I can’t allow myself to just give up. It would mean a quick death. I have to allow for some kind of future.

I need to regroup. I told myself last month that I was going to let it go until the end of the year. Apparently, I was unable to comply. I need to stop, step back, and reconsider what the hell is going on. Where is the problem? What am I doing wrong? Why do I keep doing it? I thought I had the answer but each time I think I’ve found it, the void gets deeper. The wall is high and the void is deep.

Why won’t it just stop and leave me alone? I would rather be floating on an endless open sea rather than be deep down in a hole that is surrounded by a mile-high wall.

My vacation starts again today. No more unpleasantness until next year. We’ll see.

UPDATE: 6 hours later

I met an acquaintance for lunch today. It did wonders for my stupid brain. I feel 75% better. I can be quite dramatic sometimes, huh?

There are lessons to be learned here. I’m not sure what they are but I’ve learned that the internet is NOT an option for solving your loneliness problems. It is guaranteed to make things worse.

I’ve learned that I am creepy. I’ve learned that it is my destiny to be alone. I’ve learned that acceptance is required. I’ve learned not to spit into the wind. Count your blessings. Think happy thoughts. Wait. Wait. Wait.

I’m not lonely. I’m independent.
I’m not lonely. I’m independent.
I’m not lonely. I’m independent.
I’m not lonely. I’m independent.
I’m not lonely. I’m independent.
I’m not lonely. I’m independent.
I’m not lonely. I’m independent.
I’m not lonely. I’m independent.
I’m not lonely. I’m independent.
I’m not lonely. I’m independent.
I’m not lonely. I’m independent.
I’m not lonely. I’m independent.
I’m not lonely. I’m independent.
I’m not lonely. I’m independent.
I’m not lonely. I’m independent

Search Frustration

I tend to spend so much of my time searching and re-searching the internet in desperate attempt to find certain things that I am looking for.

Now, I am a Master Googler for the most part. When looking for regular things, I can find them quick and easily. I can find the best prices and the best information. If I can’t find it then it doesn’t exist.

Well, that seems to be the problem. When it comes to searching for certain things that logically should exist, I tend to find nothing useful.

Today, I am in need of a new book to read. I searched in vain for some kind of modern novel of Utopian nature. There’s a lot of old stuff that is quite lame by today’s standards and I don’t want to read that. I’ve tried so many different terms and even different search engines (Because Google is HIGHLY censored) and was unable to find anything. Could it be that nobody has written any Utopian novels of quality in recent decades? I can’t take that as truth. Still. I’m not finding anything and it is frustrating.

There are other subjects that seem to me strangely missing from the internet. As a lonely nudist, I search daily to find some way of connecting with others of my kind. I know they are out there but why are they so difficult to find. It’s just the same stuff I’ve already seen that doesn’t help me at all.

I search for information on loneliness in general but I fail to find anything other than shallowness. Where is the deep insight information on my condition? Am I really the only chronically lonely person on this planet?

Sometimes I search for erotic things that intrigue me but all I find is the plain boring stuff. More censorship.

I don’t know. When this happens to me, it makes me feel like whole parts of the internet are MISSING. Where is the secret door to the basement where they keep all the good stuff. I keep thinking that one day I’ll find the magic search phrase that will get me through the magic portal and grant me access to the REAL internet.