I love that Josephine Baker quote, “I wasn't really naked. I simply didn't have any clothes on.”
For several years now, I simply haven’t had any clothing on more than 90% of the time. I haven’t been naked, but some of the time and that is something that I personally felt. I have also felt nekkid. It hasn’t been just because I like the state of nudity, but that I typically don’t like being clothed, either. Something warm, something festive, a costume, all can be pleasurable, I embrace these on occasion. Am I a nudist, the anti-clothier, anti- textile, a naturist? When I wear clothing in public, am I in disguise? Is my wearing clothing in public a form of dishonesty?
I can be any of these. Each may describe my attitude or activity at the time more appropriately, or with more clarity. It is the eloquent beauty and bane of the English language, as most any post by Nuduke will attest, that this tendency to define gives us.
Bill Shakespeare’s quote must be included:
What's in a name? that which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet;
I must add this. When I am nude in my home I have faculties to enjoy, explore and expand my senses, yet out in nature, especially the more pristine, that is a greatly enhanced experience, and I am a naturist. I am not a nudist in nature, I am more nature itself.
Jbee