Welcome To My Bare Life!

Have You Ever Wondered What the Life of a Casual Nudist is Like? You’re About To Find Out!

De: Kristin Williams

Narrado por: Virtual Voice

People keep asking me things like

• “Do nudists use pockets at all?”
• “Are tan lines optional or inevitable?”
• “Do you just, like, stand around naked while making toast?”

And honestly, these are excellent questions. Also, I have a lot of absurd stories and mildly educational advice, and my friends are tired of hearing them, especially Tanya who once said, and I quote, “If you tell that sunscreen story one more time I am pushing you off the deck.” She loves me though, sometimes aggressively, but she loves me.

My Life Now That Pants Are Optional

Nudism fits into my daily life the same way kombucha fits into Seattle culture, awkwardly but with surprising commitment. I still run errands, go on dates, and make questionable financial decisions involving houseplants. I have a job, a cat, a car payment, and a growing collection of towels so plush they could be emotional support animals. The difference is simply that I prefer to exist with fewer layers, which sometimes leads to questionable scenarios.

Like the time I tried to make banana bread while naked and discovered that preheating the oven is not something your thighs should be within three inches of. Or the day Donna the Persian cat escaped out the sliding glass door during a breezy afternoon, forcing me to chase her across the yard wearing nothing but panic and a pair of Crocs.

What You Are Getting Yourself Into

This book is my guide to casual nudism, which means the real world stuff, the suburban stuff, the how to live your everyday life without accidentally traumatizing the mailman stuff. We are talking about the practicalities, the mishaps, the joys, and the moments where you suddenly understand why cavemen invented fur.

Along the way, you will hear about

• my Volvo that has had more naked passengers than it ever asked for
• the time I tried nude yoga and injured a muscle I did not know existed
• how airports react when you pack mostly sunscreen and good intentions
• the many, many towels involved in a proper nudist lifestyle
• why body confidence sometimes arrives in the form of a bee trying to land somewhere profoundly personal

This is not a manifesto. This is not a cult brochure. This is simply me, a liberal Democrat from the Pacific Northwest who travels to nudist beaches between work deadlines, telling you what it is really like when you embrace the breeze on purpose.

And Now We Begin

Pull up a chair. Or sit on a towel because that is a rule you will learn very fast. Welcome to my bare life.