A Bit of Introspection

Title:  Nymph of The River

Artist: Frederic, Lord Leighton

I will go to the bank by the wood and become undisguised and naked.
Walt Whitman

Now that I’ve explored this naturist way of life for several years, I have to stop and ask myself, am I really a naturist in the truest sense of the word?  In all honesty I would say no, I’m not.  I dabble in it and remain on the fringe of a completely dedicated naturist lifestyle.  Then I ask myself why I continue with even this much participation.  It’s interesting, it’s fun, it doesn’t hurt anyone and it’s just enough off center of the norm to make me feel as if I’m doing something a little wild and crazy.  I am not a "wild and crazy" type by nature and this is just the ticket for me.

My husband and I are what I would call fair weather naturists.  We pretty much come out to play the naturist game during the warm months of the year.  This makes sense to me.  With the arrival of the nicer weather I find myself having to work a bit (both mentally and physically) to get back in the proper mind frame of naturism.  I don’t think my husband goes through anything like this.  He’s ready to shed his clothes in the twinkling of an eye, usually his, directed at me.  What kind of man is it anyway who wants to show off his naked wife to other people?  I choose to think that it’s a very happy, slightly smug man who wants to show off to the world who he has as a playmate, lover and true companion.  I am all these things and more to my husband.  Should I be surprised he wants to share his favorite person in such a manner every now and then? Somehow, I don’t think so.  In fact, it pleases me.  Look out world, here we come!