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So, I see that getting naked and drinking BEER with friends is a viable cure for a hot day, perhaps one of the best....
Jbee

Jbee, John and I have not too long ago, tested your theory, arriving at  convincing and positive results.   A few years back John, myself, Richard Collins, and a close friend of his spent a great day enjoying the beach at Cuckmere Haven and hiking the Seven Sisters in Sussex (England).    After a pleasant and near total day of nudity, we adjourned for several hours to the central village green in East Dean and sat out naked at an open table in front of the Tiger Inn enjoying BEER, as served in a proper British pub.    Doing these things precisely in the manner just described above, FRIENDS absolutely essential to this experiment,  is a viable cure for many discomforts in life.     When darkness had thoroughly overcome our little party, and realizing that we must get back to London before last train, we all finally arose and strolled still naked, across the village green back to our friend's parked car at the far end, and drove off toward the station.   Alas, the train might not have taken us naked.    We did not venture to test this one remaining theory that night.

-Dan
   

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Suggestions / Re: Posting pictures to the forum
« on: June 19, 2017, 01:40:48 AM »
Thank you for your great tutorial Ian.     A bit more time consuming than writing straight text for me, but very doable.    Now I'll have to open an account and start uploading some of my better photos to Flickr.      A great mystery solved.

-Dan
 

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Trip reports / Re: Pulled over
« on: June 19, 2017, 01:13:53 AM »
If you are interested in what Danís view may have looked like check it at this site.

Iíve been to the north rim, the less frequented one, and the views there are worth the drive. Iíve never been to Vulcanís Throne but Toroweap is one place I intend to visit.

The North Rim at Kaibab Trail is about 1300 ft. higher than Grand Canyon Village on the South Rim. which makes it a little cooler.

I can say that Dan is right about the amazing sights in Zion. Iíve been on many of the trails in the canyon and hike up the Narrows for a ways. I backpacked the West Rim Trail with my sonís Boy Scout Troop and Iíll always remember that.

Duane

Thank you Duane for posting both the video link and the wiki entry on Vulcan's throne.    Though neither words nor photos can capture the totality of being there.     The road that leads to the Toroweap Overlook crosses the long abandoned and now mostly dry reservoir mentioned in Frazer's 1914 account of his ascent.    He apparently also experienced about the same footing conditions as did I.     Milt, Mike, and I nude camped for a couple of nights at the Overlook Campground which consists of about eight unimproved campsites.   We used it as a base camp for exploring the Toroweap on foot and nude.    A high clearance 4x4 vehicle is highly recommended for transiting the last twenty miles of the access road.   And bring your own water and supplies.   Nothing there but inspiring views of the Canyon and  it's incredible sunsets and sunrises.

-Dan
   

-Dan

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Trip reports / Re: Pulled over
« on: June 19, 2017, 12:41:24 AM »
A great essay Jbee.   And beautiful photos, which just brought me back to great memories of my drive up the main Canyon road.    I reluctantly decided to pass on Antelope Canyon, it being the height of the tourist season.    Just not enough time in one trip.    I forgot the one lane tunnel on the Zion road in the park which was an amusing experience.     Driving through, one is teased by brief flashes of incredible views seen while zooming by "windows" that have been chiseled through the walls.    I also had a nice chat (for the moment naked under a tee shirt in my lap) with a pleasant and probably knowing  ranger who was regulating the traffic flow while waiting my turn to proceed.     Thank you for posting.   As you say, as incredible as Zion and Bryce are, I was also restless at times with the crowds, the interrupted nudism and deferred moments of spiritual awe of which you speak.    But I/we also caught the communal sense of wonder and discovery that occasionally transcends crowds which gather in places like this.   Our creator's extraordinary venues are just mightier than all of us.    Like you we finely had to get away and wander into areas off the beaten path, places that though not quite as majestic, were worth every bit of naked effort and trouble that we expended to reach, so to find the quiet and the spiritual oneness with this special part of our world that we had come seeking.

-Dan

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Trip reports / Re: Dan and me in the Fells
« on: June 18, 2017, 11:45:33 PM »
John, from what I have read about the AT is that the long hikers are very open about who and what they encounter on the trail. It's when you bump into families or day-hikers that you might have issues.

Duane
AND even families and day hikers are NOT likely to object, as in the vast majority. Just a few in a hundred, are "unreasonable."
Jbee

Then there are an even fewer number of people who it seems obsess about having something or someone to complain about every day.    Having an opportunity to complain about ANYTHING makes their day.    Those are the ones we really have to look out for.   Not even the officers nor the judges really want to deal with the cases brought by these type people.    They would probably rather it all just go away.

-Dan
 

-Dan   

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Trip reports / Re: Pulled over
« on: June 17, 2017, 05:53:24 AM »


I sometimes drive my convertible naked too.  I've found that the temperature really has to be about 80F to be comfortable with all that wind, so that limits me to a few weeks each summer.  I have driven naked and top down through town on sunny afternoons.  I stop at traffic lights and watch pedestrians walk past.  I've never had any negative comments.  Most people don't bother to notice.  Its easy to see someone doesn't have a shirt, but harder to see if someone doesn't have pants without actually looking. 


Bob

The last time that I drove a convertible naked, I was under a hot Utah sun in Zion NP with the temps holding around 105F.    Top-down induced hypothermia of which you speak Bob, was not on my radar for those days!   I had flown out that way two years ago in June to float the Grand Canyon naked for ten days on a powered rafting trip, a life changing experience in itself.     As a kind of afterparty, my friend Milton joined me from back east along with friend Mike from the local area to do another week of nude backpacking and car camping on the North Rim of  the Canyon and in the Grand Staircase Escalante.   

A high point of this "after trip" for me was solo climbing Vulcan's Throne on the North Rim one comfortably warm morning.   The temperature had only just broken 100F at that early hour, yet the large flat sulfurous stones and loose gravel that comprise this ancient cinder cone where already too hot to sit and take a break upon with bare butt due to the heat retained from the previous day.    With unrelenting heat baking my body from both below and above, I firmly believe, having ample water with me, that I was definitely most comfortable doing this naked.    The agility allowed my body, being naked was also a welcome plus when scrambling up (or down) this very loose footing......think climbing a stinking pile of loose gravel just dumped from a truck, but 600 feet high.....four steps slid back for every five steps attempted forward, sinking ankle deep in my VFFs.  Coming down was like bare-foot skiing on molten dragon's scales.      Do you suppose JBee, that I should complain to Vibrams because my toe shoes don't last as long as perhaps they should?     The fresh morning breeze caught at the summit was manna from heaven when I achieved my goal and the 360 view of the Grand Canyon and both rims was astounding!     I sat upon my daypack atop the summit for a while, meditating, then spellbound, taking in the view.     Eventually with both the sun and the heat rising further, I thought it best to head back to camp for a late and well earned breakfast.     

Because of non-synching flight arrangements home between Milt and myself, I was left with a few more days to explore Zion solo which I took ample advantage of.    Because this magnificent park is now being somewhat overloved, I had to cover while hiking some parts of the more popular trails that I was able to explore in my limited time there, but Milt (before he flew home) and I still found plenty of opportunity to freehike some of the remoter sections.      I was also later able to explore some side canyons that lead up out of the Virgin Narrows, unhindered by costume.    Zion is such an amazing place that it is soooo worth braving the textile crowds to experience.   

To get back to my original story, I had reserved to rent a cheap economy car for the three days.  When I went to pick it up on a 110F day in the town of Hurricane, the best excuse for a economy model that they had on the lot was a Mustang GT convertible.    I took it without moaning very much.    Well, the only time that top was up was when I had to park and lock.    And nearly the only time that I thought about putting on my skirt those three days while I had the car was when I was to be out on foot joining the textile tourists in the lines for the shuttle buses in  the park or walking around surrounding towns where I lodged.     I will admit, if no one here threatens to report me to the Green Police, that the air conditioning in an open top Mustang GT works quite well.    And there is certainly enough power in that five litre engine to run it.   

Like you Bob, I suppose that I might have been seen occasionally as I enjoyed the Scenic Drive road that winds through the main section of the Zion, the park's awesome red cliffs towering above my open top.    Certainly viewing those majestic creations of nature is best done in an open car, if one can not spare the time to hike them.     No one seemed to notice or care about my attire.    My theory is that many people amble through life seeing only what they expect to see.    In any case it was just too damn hot those days for anyone to make a fuss.    That was a wonderful two and a half weeks naked adventure out west, that I shall long remember and treasure.    And the GT convertible, just some icing on the cake....be it a bit drippy and gooey.

-Dan

       

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Trip reports / Pulled over
« on: June 16, 2017, 06:31:12 AM »
Driving naked  is very popular topic on nude forums and here on FRN is no exception.   I could have put this post under that thread here, but since my post involves the intervention of the Law, I decided to start a new thread, curious to see what follows.   

Last September I was mixing business with some recreation when a business related trip for the audio-visual company that I work for, took me up to Burlington Vermont to deliver an audio system rental to a client at the University of Vermont.    I had to return a couple of days later to pick it up for return so rather than drive back to Boston and back up to Vermont again, I chose to head down to Grout Pond to spend a couple of days of nude camping, hiking and paddling with John and another Dan in our group who came up to join me.    It was during that time in fact that we re-established a long neglected trail up the western shore of the Somerset Reservoir whose eastern shore trail we nude hiked just two weeks ago and  just trip reported here.    I believe that John also has posted a report on the earlier hike as well.    This particular endeavor of ours last autumn required no clothing, and involved a substantial amount of bush whacking, swamp mucking, and ancient map consulting.   It was a grand success.   

Needless to say, that entire four days required no clothing for me except for my time with my client in Burlington.     So in the late afternoon of the first day as I was driving down Route 100 on my way between Burlington and Grout Pond further south in the state, my mind drifted to admiring the splendid scenery around me and not the speedometer in the company van that I was driving.    So in due time I had an encounter first with a pair of blue lights, and then with a smartly dressed Vermont State Trooper.    After we both pulled over to the shoulder, as he was approaching my vehicle for the first time, and me not wishing to appear that I was reaching for a weapon, I just casually draped a bandana over my privates which my searching hand found lurking long neglected amongst the dead Starbucks cups between the two front seats .     So after the usual "license and registration please" and the "do you know why I have stopped you?" banter he looked at me with sincerity and asked me why I wasn't wearing any clothes, to which I casually and truthfully replied, "I am a naturist and prefer not to wear any clothing"    He thought for a moment or two and then with a hint of a smile on his face replied "cool".      He turned and sauntered back to his car.   After about five minutes of running numbers and doing the usual paper work, he returned to my window and handed my a warning.     60 in a 50 zone.     I had been doing about 75.

-Dan

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Trip reports / Re: Dan and me in the Fells
« on: June 16, 2017, 05:37:21 AM »
Yes Eyesup, I have been alerted by the SN sense on occasion, but it is not a phenomena that I have come to rely upon.   More often than not, our first alert is the sound of distant voices, sometimes accompanied by a distant flash of color seen through the foliage way ahead.    A lot can be assessed through the sound of the voices and character of conversation as that first sound draws closer.    Sometimes the voices never get any closer.   So we take our time in deciding whether to cover.   Locale of our hike and context, day of week and other intangibles also weigh into our decision.    And getting dressed for us is merely slipping on something that covers our loins with a minimum of effort and fuss.    Running Kilt or very light skirt for me, velcro terry beach wraps or faux kilts for others, for John, his Sarong.   They will all be back off as soon as they were put on.

On occasion though our remote forests, even on a relatively straight stretch of trail where we think that we can see well ahead,  a person will seem to pop out of nowhere with no apparent warning.    So over time, we have become accustomed to giving the person a cheery greeting, often a brief pleasant exchange of conversation, and then continuing on our way.   Most anywhere throughout New England and beyond that we regularly choose to hike or paddle naked,  such unintentional encounters have either been friendly, or ambivalent.  In the rare instance of a negative reaction it has been along the lines of a frown, diverted eyes, or a lame snide remark.     So I guess that encountering others while naked has become second nature to us.      But erring on the side of caution we choose far less often to hike or paddle naked in our densely populated urban public spaces around eastern Massachusetts, and we never count upon SN sense on those occasions.

As for names of places and features around here, they have often been handed down to us by the British and Dutch "first immigrants".    Many more remain from the time of the "first peoples".   In any case it is quite a rich stew of names and terminology.   Middlesex Fells is the name of a particular place just north of Boston a vestige of our British heritage.    Around the Hudson River valley and down into the basin where it meets the sea, "kill" in the states of New York and Pennsylvania is indeed the part of many local river names, a holdover from the Dutch.     However the words "fells" and "kills" are not widely used interchangebly with hill and river in everyday conversation.  They remain only as parts of names either given long ago or more recently applied in some romantic wish to recapture a fanciful past.     

Funny that you mention the word "saddle" as it pertains to trail contours.    Here a dipping or undulating ridge line that connects two summits, often with a trail upon it is call a "saddle" or in a more extreme case might be called a "knife edge".   Whereas, a "pass" with a trail running through it between two mountains is sometimes called a "notch", if not simply called a pass.     Deciphering and comparing local terminologies is lots of fun, a spice of life.

-Dan
                         

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Free Range Naturism / Re: Studland Beach... worth visiting?
« on: June 15, 2017, 04:52:03 PM »
Rw, I have nude walked the footpath along the Cuckmere Estuary from near the Inn down to Cuckmere Haven with John and two other friends a couple of years ago.  When we got down to the sea, we settled in for some sun, a few shared beers and a swim, nude the entire time.  A few giggles near the carpark as we disrobed at the beginning of our walk, but no one paid us much bother from then on.  Certainly not on the beach which was lovely.  Then there's the entire stretch eastward along the Seven Sisters which make for a great nude hike on the right day.  Ours was a right day so we did!  Great memories.

-Dan

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Free Range Naturism / Re: Two nude hikes in Vermont this June
« on: June 15, 2017, 07:42:38 AM »
It is now looking like I can get away from work a day early and camp at Grout Pond.    If there is enough interest, I may make certain that I am there early enough on Tues (the day before our Soldstice hike on Wed) to lead a nude hike up over Stratton mountain.    Let me know if you are interested, anyone.

-Dan

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Free Range Naturism / Re: First nude climb of El Capitan
« on: June 15, 2017, 07:39:06 AM »
I agree especially with her last observation, and with the total drift of what you say above JB.    "The clothes only slow you down".    Its great to be reading about stuff like this in other media.

-Dan

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Free Range Naturism / Re: Free Range Without a Net
« on: June 15, 2017, 06:20:28 AM »
You might have missed my point above JB.    My search for comfort has little to do with trail wear.    I wear nothing on the trails whenever it is possible and I am extremely comfortable in that mode....naked is best as you say.    Running Kilts or women's things that I have discovered by happenstance that are even lighter and freer, and easy to slide on are what I turn to when I must while on the trail.     When back in textile society, naked would definitely be best for all active pursuits both at home and when out and about.    Freedom of movement, enhanced agility, no monkey butt ailments, and so many more reasons.   But alas most of us must compromise at some times in our lives.     

Thanks for posting that photo John.     Memories of a great but too brief nude backpack on the Florida Trail.    And no, I didn't loose that running kilt in a cannuding mishap JB.   I still have it plus three others in reserve.    I use them so much when working in my yard (visible from two streets), and when around town shopping, running errands etc because I believe that it is still required that I where something while doing these things in public in my neck of the woods.     I even wear them to my office occasionally, during non-normal hours.    Two of them have taken an incredible beating of the years, spattered with paint, and abraded thin in places but they are still both daily drivers.    The other two are pristine and kept in reserve for the day that I might have to retire one or both of the originals.   

So JB, my interest in bending the gender barriers in clothing arose not too long after the  time that I lost my inhibitions about leaving my clothes far behind me as I said before.    I wanted to take that feeling of freedom back with me as much as possible to my everyday working textile world.    Of course one can never feel fully connected with ones world if wearing any clothing.   I thought to myself, hey if I can leave me clothes way out of reach sometimes, why can't I dress in nearly anything I dam well please when society demands that I must put something on.   I might as well be having fun with it while feeling as comfortable and as close to naked as possible.    Fortunately I have reached a point in my career and in my social world where I can work this avidly cultivated freedom to advantage in both seeking and keeping business clients and in being able to put my friends around me more at ease and perhaps brightening their day a bit.    Why should everyone have to wear the same dreary things every day.   Even tunics and togas might have become dreary for our fore(bares) after a time.   Hence the incredible and convoluted history of fashion through the ages.    So why (other then for certain gender specific functionality) are some types of clothing reserved by society for men and other types for women?    For me the Running Kilt is such comfortable creation, pretty close to naked.   It just works.   Thus it was my desire to replicate this comfort as closely as possible in garments that I could wear to my office during the day which started my search to the women's racks in the stores.   My SportKilts have served me well over the years and will pass muster for most any function day or night.   They dress both up and down quite well with button down shirts, ties, sport jackets, even suit jackets.   I even have a pin stripe Mocker style Utilikilt that matches my pinstripe suit jacket.    Thus the matching pants are long gone.    But these are all too heavy for one who has tasted the freedom of true nakedness and wishes to feel that way every day, everywhere.   

Nudewalker, your analogy of your wife's nurses uniform as a place for a man to start his quest for comfort presents the wrong mental image.   The shape of most women's clothing is wrong for a man.....too much bust, too much room around the hips, too much room around the butt.    But some manufacturers in their quest to accommodate different shapes of women, accidentally get it right for some men on occasion.     Thus I have been fortunate enough to stumble upon skirts that do fit my hips and my butt appropriately and tops that fit my torso.   I can't recommend any particular label or style.    It is all a matter of keeping one's eye open, being persistent in ones search over time, and being willing to try women's stuff on in the men's fitting rooms.     For much of what one tries on will not work.   The appeal of these things, skirts and tanks mostly, tees occasionally is that the fabric is softer, lighter, and freer feeling.    In choosing colors, texture, and patterns, I seek what is not strongly feminine to my eye, only because I am not ready to push that boundary yet.    Though who knows, if something catches my attention.....

The skirts though similar in overall proportion to my Running Kilt, dress to the occasion better such that I can where them to the office, yet some of them actually weigh less than a Running Kilt.   They might also be a bit more modest because they lack the deep slit up each side but offer me as much or more freedom of movement.    All that I have found that work for me so far, have elastic waists, fall to somewhere just above my knees to just below, and flair gently from waist to hemline.     Most of them are large enough in circumference at the hem so that there is enough surplus between my knees when I sit that it will fall between them enough to conceal the fact that I am commando....that is unless I am really careless.

As for the tops JB, I have only found women's stuff that works for me in really casual settings ie tanks, muscle tees, and tees.    I'll make it clear again that I'm not talking about trail wear here because I don't wear anything on the trail.    I am talking about when in everyday textile society just as with my skirts.    And to be frank I haven't yet found a top that feels like naked.    I will say only that some women's tanks scoop lower at the neck both front and back and have thinner shoulder straps.    Similarly  with tees, some made for women scoop a bit lower around the neck and/or have slightly shorter sleeves.   The other differences again are found in the fabrics which are often softer and lighter.    And as a man I just have to get lucky to find one that isn't entirely the wrong shape for a man through the torso.

Hey, it ain't for everyone, but for me it sure beats "same old-same old" everyday.    And perhaps I may be creating a little more space for others to follow their creative impulse.

-Dan
       


 

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Trip reports / Re: The Sudbury and Concord Rivers
« on: June 13, 2017, 08:29:37 AM »
In response to your questions JB, my boat is a sit-on-top and I love it.     I have come to find that my exposure to others is in practice, essentially no more troublesome than were I paddling my conventional kayak or my canoe.   From a distance, most people probably see what they expect to see around these parts, a man paddling a kayak.    Yes, I am pretty much fully exposed which is my intent, both to the sun and to the natural world around me which is why I sought for a sit-on-top for this, my third paddling boat.    I was also looking for something that I could take into the surf at the beaches.    I chose this particular Perception model because it has the underwater lines and nearly the same center of gravity when occupied as a conventional Kayak.     I am very pleased with it.   It is fast, nimble, and responsive: qualities that most sit-on-tops are not known for.     As John mentioned, Dave in his conventional kayak did not have to cover,  John and I had to cover only briefly as we approached the bridges and the one or two other paddlers that we encountered more closely.    For me, a small terry bath towel draped over my loins, sometime spread to cover my hips but generally just tossed over my privates is sufficient in these situations.     I feel little need and make no effort to hide my nudity, just the courtesy of covering on occasion what some others may prefer not to see.       

In retrospect, that was one awesome day in April, our memories of which gave us all here in the Northeast the juice to endure our following two months of not so certain spring and early summer.      It is now just today that I have finally had to re-install our room air conditioners from their winter storage.    My wife has a chronic illness that summer heat and humidity makes difficult for her.   Fortunately, the air conditioners the trick and yesterday was the first day that she felt the need.    Three days ago, we still had the heat on for a couple of hours in the morning.   Go figure!     But a great summer to come, and yes, I hope to write in the coming weeks about some of the plans for our summer that John and I have been discussing, first on that Middlesex Fells hike and then on our Sudbury/Concord paddle.   More to come....

-Dan



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Trip reports / Re: Dan and me in the Fells
« on: June 13, 2017, 07:50:24 AM »
The Middlesex Fells is a great urban resource and a very pleasant place to walk around and to do some trail running, but it is not the type of place that one would regularly ramble free of clothing.   It is very popular, especially on weekends.     The problem with making extended attempts at free ranging there is the dense network of interconnecting trails.     Trail junctions occur with alarming frequency, such that you may think that you are alone for a moment, then round the bend comes a family having just joined your trail from another.    John and I had our spot on that hilltop for perhaps twenty minutes at most which was a wonderful interlude under a late winter sun for two frustrated naturist hikers.     But our time there passed abruptly as a couple approached, heard first, then seen coming over the crest not more then ten yards away.    John had just put his wrap back on moments before we first heard them.     I was putting my skirt back on with the rock that I had been sitting on in John's photo standing between me and their approach as they closed in.    They likely saw little, if anything.    We casually wished them a good day, allowed them to take our place, and went on our way.    Such is a free ranger's life around the city of Boston, eyesup.   

-Dan

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Free Range Naturism / Re: Free Range Without a Net
« on: June 13, 2017, 07:21:13 AM »
JB, I most agree with NuDuke's original comment to your essay.....it is one "out of the the blue" and near perfect.    In the future if asked by others why I live free of clothing, and why I prefer to go without a net whenever and wherever, and why some may suggest that I cross-dress (which is a totally inappropriate way to describe the emotions that drive my mode of dress) I may point them to your spontaneous and wonderful essay.   

Responding to your final musings in your last paragraphs, yes it was perhaps the thrill of the unknown that first had me walking considerable distances away from my clothes, leaving them up to ten miles away at times.    But it wasn't long before the peace and oneness with one's creator and one's being that you describe took over and had me under its spell and displaced any remaining sense of thrill or fear of repercussion that I might have originally brought to the game.   My trust in others and in the world around me so greatly enhanced as it has been through my years of venturing far away from my clothes, has in a way come full circle.       Over the years, my comfort with going without a net has become so completely normalized for me that it is the act of putting clothes on that I must now give thought to.     I now wear clothing with purpose and creativity such that I may enjoy the act of wearing something that expresses how I feel inside at the moment or makes a social statement rather then merely wearing something that complies with what society dictates that I should wear.     Over the intervening years, I have come to scouring the women's racks in H&M, TJMaxx, and other retailers as freely as I do the men's racks in search of clothing that offers me comfort, practicality, and affordability.    I mix and match across the silly spectrum of gender specificity in clothing to find stuff that just works.   A prime discovery for me is skirts.    Some women's skirts (and most kilts of course) just work best for the male anatomy.   I have made similar discoveries in the range of some types of women's tops.    I have come to enjoy the liberation of clothing my body in my own unique way, now that I have experienced how easy and natural it is to leave it all behind.     In short going without a net has not only opened up the natural world around me for experiencing with my total being,  it has also opened up unforeseen opportunities for me in the ways that I choose to live, socialize, and do business in my textile world as well!    Thank you for your thought provoking essay JB.

-Dan   

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