Yea, Eyesup, I my habitat is desert, too. I look for sandy surfaces, like washes and large smooth flat pieces of granite or sand stone. The sand feels like a beach. I have a wonderful secluded rock that I frequent near where I live. The temperature and sun’s exposure make the decision to sit or lay down, as well.
In reference to the Earthing.com above, the fun movie “Grounded” is on youtube for free. The stuff works and most of us are missing it. It would partly explain your affinity with grass. For me, it’s barefoot all over, whenever possible.
Back to topic: Jehovah’s Witnesses used to stop by back when I had a track house on the eastside. One day, I got tired of them. Hiding behind the door, I stuck one bare leg around and told them, “No thank-you, I’m not dressed.” They told me that was okay, still wanting to come in! My next excuse worked. I accepted their literature politely and they left.
When I lived there, 16 years, we were generally nude, except when someone came over and then we dressed, but then again depending on the guest. Once or twice, with the screen door open (Tucson Heat, with capital H) we got surprised by delivery, or someone, as we passed through the hallway, before the bell rang. Our good friends, depending on first wife or second one, generally had been cavorting nude at one time or another with us. We had a jaccuzzi and more often than not, people tended to lose their clothing while partying at our house. So, if we felt like it, we didn’t dress, inviting them in. If we were involved in a project, like say painting, that required nudity, we sucked them into the process with us, offering beer.
Sometimes, my very attractive second-ex being naked would be taken the wrong way. It might be seen as an invitation. Horns grew, and so perceptions changed and explanations had to be put out to curb things. Sometimes, she would enjoy the exposure and bring those problems on, too. My point being that one might find themselves in a hassle at times, just because people from the outside come into the nude domain with their ignorance. Nude is equated with sex. That door to our naturist cages is a very important boundary from both sides.
By law here, opening ones door and exposing the nude body to strangers is akin to a flasher opening up a trench coat. If I’m outside in my yard and someone comes by dis-covering me, I have some reasonable expectation of privacy.
I have been caught naked in my home by unannounced people a few times in the last 15 or twenty years out here. I have no window shades and a glass window on my front door. It is just that private and liberated here. People don’t usually look into windows, they are polite. They may look through the door when standing there and I have to walk across the view to get a cover, but it is obscure through that door during the day. At night, they are in the dark and we are in view, nothing for hiding, but these are not likely strangers. If it was a stranger at night, I’d be getting a pistol before answering the door.
At DF’s place in town, she rarely gets strangers, there is a no trespassing sign and she is down a driveway a bit. The enforced screen door is all that there is. No one has ever surprised us there. Everyone calls first, for some reason. If we are home we are nude. Well, there was a friend who came by on a bicycle once, but he saw me out front watering and yelled, “Don’t get dressed on my account.” We didn’t, we spend lots of nude time with him at our local sweat.
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