Encounters...what to do?

[ric]

this afternoon i went on to mow the paths at the nearby green burial ground, nice sunny afternoon a hour or so on the ride in mower out in the sticks surrounded by grass fields, ive lost count of how many years ive been doing it, rarely see anybody and the few times i have seen anyone in the distance ive had pleanty of time  to slip on a thong or shorts before they got close . anyway i whipped round the nature trail bit which has good views of the access road l no sign of nybody,  then on  into the graveyard proper, theres a path round the outside and another couple up through the graves  . about two thirds of the way round the outside  i noticed a bloke come in through the entrance and head for the graves,  hes fifties , pig tail , bit hippy looking , nil desperandum, ill just carry on round the perimeter path ,  as i get round by the graves he obviously doesnt know where the grave is that he wants to visit so angles over to intercept me, me had a brief chat about about the graveyard and which were the recent graves, his mate was buried last month so i could narrow it down to 2 for him,  during this exchange im sat naked on the ride on with my back to the entrance,   as i start to carry on mowing a thirties couple appear close behind us, going to an adjacent grave,  didnt attempt to join the conversation , but she had a big grin on her face as i drove off.
i commented to the bloke the place is busy today, he retorted with "i guess its the warm weather "

 its the first time ive actually had a naked close encounter with a mourner and 3 turn up.

one day the commitee that run the place will find out theyve got a naked volunteer doing their mowing. a couple of the commitee have seen me mowing  in a thong,( i wear one if theres a vehicle parked at the gate when i arrive) so it might not be too much of a surprise for them..

[milfmog]

I appear to have been a little quieter than usual here recently. That is not a lack of getting out and about, simply a lack of time to sit in front of a PC to tell you all about it. Sorry about that and here is a little tale to help me get back into the swing of posting...

This morning I took Hazel for a walk before I went to work. As usual, I did not dress for the walk as I was already perfectly attired when I woke up. This morning, I decided that we would walk in some woods about 5 miles from home. I have walked here many times in the past (these are the woods where I once met a naked jogger) though not frequently in the past year or so as the ground is often very wet here and in the summer we have had so far it has not seemed worthwhile driving here just to wade through sticky gloop. 

This morning it was 15C and dry although there was fairly heavy cloud cover when I arrived at the car park at 04:38. I got out of the car, opened the boot and let Hazel run free (usually I have her on a lead for a while to make sure I am well away from traffic but here there is no need as the lane to the car park is so quiet that it is not an issue).

We had a really enjoyable, warm walk through the dawn chorus, seeing a number of owls, a fox and a few deer as well as the usual woodland critters that I expect to see. Hazel spent most of the time trying to intercept squirrels before they could reach trees they could climb. As usual, she failed miserably but enjoyed trying.

Around half past six, as I was approaching the car, I heard a twig break behind me and, looking over my shoulder, saw a jogger with a couple of dogs coming up behind me. He was about 30 yards away and so I decided that he had probably already seen me and there was no point in dressing so I continued, greeting him with a cheerful “Good morning” as he passed. A few yards further on he stopped and called for his dogs then looked at me and asked “Why aren’t you wearing any clothes?” in a rather sniffy I-want-to-be-offended sort of tone.

I replied that I did not need them, which seemed to introduce an element of confusion to his life and after a couple of seconds, during which it seemed he was trying to remember how to breathe, he said “My wife walks through here”.

I don’t think my response of “And?...” was quite what he expected. He stood with his mouth open for a second or two and then, apparently at a complete loss for words, turned and jogged on, calling his dogs as he went.

I don’t particularly enjoy being caught out like that; it always offends me that my craft failed badly enough for someone to get so close before I knew he was there (it’s times like that when I really miss Taz, he’d have told me much earlier). However, the confusion introduced to the joggers brain made it all worthwhile and had me chuckling all the way home.

Have fun,


Ian.

[Peter S]

Nice one 

[eyesup]

Perfect, Ian! 

Nothing better could have been said.

Duane

[Dario Western]

That's why I'm Jbee and I don't paste pics with our faces to claim anonymity. Trouble from a morals clause is unlikely for us, now, but one never can be completely sure, so hedge the bet. I always resented the school situation. I resent being stuffed in a closet, having my free speech and free expression suppressed, living a lie and having my personal time imposed on. I understand employer image concerns, but there is a limit that should always err to the personal freedom end and some pigs just can't understand boundaries, like they think that they own people because they pay them money. I refuse to work with those conditions, or attitudes.

Otherwise, I just don't care if someone else sees my nude body. Why should I?
Jbee

Don't worry what ANYBODY thinks of you being a nudist.  If they don't like it, then they are the ones with the problem.

[eyesup]

I keep my face out of my photographs for the same reason. Others here don't worry about that at all. To each his own. It is the impact that an incident might have on a career or other relationships that I value that I haven't done that yet.

It would be liberating to not have to concern myself with that.

Duane

[Greenbare Woods]

I keep my face out of my photographs for the same reason. Others here don't worry about that at all. To each his own. It is the impact that an incident might have on a career or other relationships that I value that I haven't done that yet.

I used to have to do that too.  I was concerned that I could lose my job or whatever.  Now I'm retired and I don't care.  I post naked photos on-line. 

I've found that nobody cares.  They only look at photos of young people, not us old farts. 

Bob

[eyesup]

They only look at photos of young people, not us old farts.

"Old Farts!"
I beg your pardon! I am not old! 

Duane

[ric]

nor am i.



 though the national trust said i could have senior citizens membership this year.

[jbeegoode]

We paid $10 bucks for a card that gives us discounts and mostly free passage in National Parks. Somebody thinks that we're old, retired and deserving of respect, if not so decrepit that we are about to be extinguished. We are labeled as old, BUT having reached this ripe old age, and getting social security checks next year aside, there are other aspects of the definition that just don't apply. I'm grateful to have discovered that old is nothing that is imagined by the younger and those who believe that their nature is to go gently into the good night.

Bob's right though, my young son told me he didn't want to go to the sweat because he didn't want to see saggy boobs. I pointed to my chest, told him that my boobs sag, and his day is a-commin'. I suppose that if he went to the sweat, that he would realize that women his age don't always have appendages like the internet girls.

I gave up BEER and pretzels, so generally, the other term doesn't apply either. If that is symbolic, then an old one would be more dissipated than a new one and hence smell better...or maybe I mean less.

Distinguished-ly yours,
Jbee

[Greenbare Woods]

Bob's right though, my young son told me he didn't want to go to the sweat because he didn't want to see saggy boobs. I pointed to my chest, told him that my boobs sag, and his day is a-commin'. I suppose that if he went to the sweat, that he would realize that women his age don't always have appendages like the internet girls.
Distinguished-ly yours,
Jbee

I mentioned before my thought that children need to learn about themselves by observing a wide variety of adult members of their own species.  Young people today see thousands of images on-line, they all do.  The images they see are almost all of the young "model" bodies.  The see little variety. The Internet excludes the young and the old.  That's a shame. 

I post my image. I'm old an plump and a long time past my "model" body I had half a century ago. It doesn't hurt to be seen.  It promotes the concept that naked is not just about young models for sexual arousal, and its educational for children (and young adults) to see a variety of human beings. 

Bob

[eyesup]

What Bob said!
In triplicate!

Duane

[jbeegoode]

I still find resentment when I remember how the ex took away that part of my son's education. It has had its negative effect, and I had to stand by and watch. I was able to educate with words and actions around the home, but still that wasn't enough. He needed peers, and the experience to see others as they naturally are, instead of the media onslaught that we are all oppressed with and sickened by. Well, seeds are there, principle, ideals, questioning, and alternatives, have been planted, so he stands a better chance of change and open-mindedness than I had. He doesn't however, have the generational peer context that I had in the 60's and 70's telling him about cool and social revolution. He isn't as wild as I was and have those experiences. He does have no problem with how we live. I give time time and accept the present moment for all that it is.
Jbee

[ric]

the real problem with the "model" bodies thrust in our faces is that the printed media photoshops most of them, so what the gullible are drooling over doesnt even exist.

[jbeegoode]

The human mind does the same thing, projecting out on life.
Jbee