Friday, July 8, 2011

It's Summertime!

Hi Everyone;

  It's finally begun to be consistently warm here in the great white north of the United States.  And, as much as I hate to admit this to you, Randy is a cheap s.o.b. who doesn't like to spend money on air conditioning to cool the house.  Instead, I've found a better way to be cool in my own home...
  I've become an in-house nudist lately.  'So what', you say?  Well, I guess that really isn't a big deal.  Except, well, it is for me.  You see, I was raised that such really just isn't acceptable.  And, it actually took me a bit to become more comfortable in my own skin.  You see, even though it's just the dog and me here now, there remain those memories and, well, baggage that told me over and over that there were times and places for all such activities, primarily in the bath or the bedroom and briefly at that.  Oh, growing up I had some moments of fun, but it always seemed like they were guilty moments and filled with the anxiety of horniness.
  Again, you say 'so what'.  Ok, I agree, so what.  But, to me it tells me that I am finally feeling more comfortable with myself, with my body, and that is important to me. 
  Will I become a nudist?  Likely not.  That's a really big hurdle.  But, I see a time where I can go out and be more comfortable, less looking over my shoulder and waiting for the rejection that must surely come from who knows where.  I am looking so very forward to being so comfortable that I can be me, where-ever I am.  And, maybe I can be me with someone who is ready to be who they are.
  Until then, call before you stop by.  Make loud noises.  And, for my friend who skypes me....now you know why I sometimes take a moment to answer :). 

6 comments:

Dodger said...

Hi Randy,
I am a home nudist also but cannot endulge when certain people are around. The wife tolerates, sort of. I just has a private convo with my teen nephew and he told me he is a home nudist also. I live near the east coast and go to a nude beach at least once a year. Are you near me?

Roger

randy said...

Hi Dodger;
Nope. Not near you. You seem very comfortable with yourself. That is one thing I've been really struggling with. Thankfully, the dog really could care less. Like you, though, I tone things down quite a bit when certain people are in the area.
I have one aunt who stops by at a whim. I've tried to explain to her that I would prefer she call, but she's 80 and not changing her ways at this late stage, I guess. What's worse, she will often come right in. One of these days, she is going to have a shock!
Oh, well...Thank you for your great comment.
-randy.

Scottie said...

What about forgetting and coming out to the fridge when your parents are there? Oppsss. I think you will get an ear full. LOL enjoy your freedom, for if a man can not be unclothed in his own home comfortably, where could he?

All fun aside, being comfortable with who you are shows in everything you do. I often think that is one of the nicest things we can do for our self. Just accepting our self for who we are and agreeing to be the very best one of us we can be. Hugs, scottie

randy said...

Yep, that'd be a bit weird. And, you are right, Scottie;
we need to be our self, and the best self we can be. Sometimes that's hard, sometimes it seems that people seem to do everything they can to cut that avenue short. But, we just need to press on.
hugs;
randy.

Anonymous said...

Just another aspect:
If you're at home with no clothes, you do not have air conditioning. Also you can save water, electricity and detergent.

randy said...

Yep, right on the money, there. I've been, from an intellectual side, somewhat mystified by the concept of clothing or no clothing. For instance, I'm not sure I understand the way some will frolic nude in snow. That seems a way for little randy to just go into hiding, and I was never all that, uh, blessed to begin with. On the other hand, I wonder at folks who will drape themselves with clothing in the warmest of weather as being quite illogical.
Coverings have purpose. It's only our culture, of course, that define the struggle we seem to have in this. But, that's the fun of culture.