That Angry, Naked Guy is Art!

Since the last time I visited the Hirshhorn Museum in D.C. a few years ago, which was the first time I’d been since I was maybe seven years old, one work of art has remained fixated in my mind and left within me a lasting, emotional impression.

Big Man, by Ron Mueck, is a larger-than-life sculpture of a round, hunched, naked, scowling man. In person, I found him to be breathtaking. He bears a look of tired frustration across his brow and jaw, and fleshy curves across his abdomen. His skin is wrinkled, dimpled, and splotched.


That Time I Streaked The Quad

It all started with a pact. Senior year at college, one of my best friends, who also happened to be one of my roommates at the time, had a discussion with me about the things we wanted to accomplish before graduating. My quintessential college experience on our list was to explore the infamous under quad tunnels. What can I say? I have a knack for sticking my nose where it isn’t welcomed.

Much to my surprise, as she has never struck me as a let’s-get-naked-in-public kind of gal, this roommate’s vote was for something more typical of the American college experience: streaking the quad. Naked. Outdoors. At school. Years ago, the thought would have only crossed my mind as a nightmare the evening before a huge, dreaded oral presentation.  (more…)

My Ugly Neighbor is Naked… Again

I was perusing through my old Facebook statuses in search of throwback fodder for this week’s bloggage when I stumbled upon this post from a few years ago.

“I feel like there’s something inherently wrong with our society’s narcissistic obsession with physical beauty when we can claim that someone is “not attractive enough to be naked”. What ever happened to just looking away? I’m not a fan of gazing at sagging buttcheeks or excessive body hair, but I can’t say I’d feel right about assuming the authority to tell people they can’t show their less-than-what-I’d-find-appealing bodies in my presence. Quite frankly, I give major kudos to everyone confident enough to bear to be bare, with or without social approval.” (more…)

Borrowed from Elsewhere: In Conversation with Jordan Bellan

Would love to try this!

Estefania Wujkiw

5650425 Instructor Jordan Bellan teaches nude yoga at the Jitendra Yoga Studio. (WAYNE GLOWACKI / WINNIPEG FREE PRESS)

During this particularly cold winter, where exposed skin can freeze in minutes, naked yoga might get a frosty reception.

But Jitendra Yoga studio is hoping Winnipeggers will be prepared to shed their inhibitions… and more, by offering classes for those brave enough to try it.

At the start of class, the instructor is the only one naked, while the rest of the students meditate fully clothed. A yoga bolster is required and it is mandatory to wrap a towel around it for hygienic reasons. A bell rings to indicate the start of class and the instructor locks the door for privacy. Through a series of meditative steps, the instructor invites the students to think about how it feels to experience a naked body instructing their mind. The students then begin massaging their arms…

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Borrowed from Elsewhere: The Nudist / Porn Quagmire

Yes, yes, yes. All of it. Nudism isn’t for celebrating only conventionally attractive, commercially sexualized (women’s) bodies. It’s for celebrating the magnificent, natural beauty of ALL bodies.

Happy Bare

Why is it that so many nudist / naturist sites feature virtually only photos of pretty, young women? Don’t get me wrong, I like pretty young women, but what about handsome young men? they’re nudist too! And middle aged women? They are nudists too. And older women and men? At the beach it is a really good cross section, but online it is really skewed. The thing is, if I want porn, I know where to go. So if  a ‘nudist’ site has only pictures of young women, it isn’t really a nudist site at all, but a soft porn site pretending to be a naturist site.  So please, the powers that be, if you have a nudist site, show a real mix of folks, men, women, young, old, black, white and everything inbetween. You’ll have a more committed audience.

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That Time I Went to a Nude Beach

The phrase “nude beach” to the average Joe Schmoe might conjure up mental images of Playboy bunnies with tan, glistening skin, romping around in the surf with bulbous-bellied, hairy-backed European dudes. In retrospect, I had no idea what to expect the first time I encountered a nude beach at the ripe age of 17. Naked is naked, right? (more…)

New Year’s Resolutions: Why Being Naked Is Great

I’m not usually into New Year’s resolutions because, y’know, introverts don’t tend to need Hallmark holidays to trigger introspection. But this year, in the spirit of a healthy body and a healthy mind, I have two…

New Year’s Resolution #1: Be more naked. (more…)