Stories, reflections, and essays on body acceptance, naturism, identity, and the messy human stuff in between.
Potlucks Aren’t Killing Community. Passivity Is.
I skipped a nude social event to do laundry and didn’t regret it. Potlucks aren’t the problem. Neither is age. The real danger to a social club is becoming so comfortable that nobody is excited to show up anymore.
Finding Your Tribe: How Other Naked People Saved Me
Body shame does not just make you hate yourself. It isolates you. In this personal essay, I reflect on walking into a nudist park for the first time, finding community on a volleyball court, and realizing I was never as alone as shame told me.