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Let’s take off more than our clothes Alright, sister. You picked up this book—or clicked it, scrolled to it, stumbled onto it while Googling “can boobs get sunburned”—because something deep inside you whispered, “There’s gotta be more than this itchy bra and never-ending laundry pile.” Maybe you’re curious. Maybe you’re tired. Maybe you’ve stared at your reflection too many times with the kind of side-eye usually reserved for expired yogurt. Or maybe, like me, you’ve spent a chunk of your life trying to tuck, suck, hide, smooth, spanx, and shave your body into ...

Welcome to "Living Bare: The Art of Living Your Day-to-Day Life Completely Nude," a playful yet profound exploration into the liberating world of naked living. If you've ever felt confined by the layers you wear—both literally and metaphorically—you're in for a delightful journey of self-discovery, laughter, and genuine connection. Kristin’s Journey to Nudity Hi, I'm Kristin, your guide on this unclothed adventure. My path to embracing nudity wasn't paved with grand epiphanies or overnight transformations. Instead, it was a series of small, often hilarious steps that led me to shed ...

Y’all, let me just start by saying this book should probably come with a warning label like a gas station burrito: “May cause unexpected tingling and a strong desire to take your pants off.” My name is Kristin. I’m a 37-year-old woman with a solid B-cup chest, a lifetime of questionable decisions, and a deep love for two things: carbs and being naked. I didn’t choose the nude life—okay yes I did—but let’s not pretend this journey was glamorous or well-thought-out. I didn’t wake up one day and say, “You know what would make laundry easier? NEVER HAVING TO WEAR PANTS AGAIN...

Wait, you can get naked in Ireland?? Yep, you read that right. Ireland—home to Guinness, leprechauns, and rolling green hills—is also a paradise for those who prefer to let it all hang out. So, you’ve made the bold decision to explore the Emerald Isle... without the clothes? Well, welcome to the wonderful world of Irish nudism, where the only thing you’ll be wearing is sunshine, a good breeze, and the occasional drizzle (because, let’s be real, this is Ireland). Now, I know what you're thinking. “Ireland? Isn’t it cold and wet?” Well, yes. And no. Sure, you might get an ...

Welcome to the Skin Show Hi. I’m Kristin. I’m 38 years old, my thighs touch, my boobs are slightly uneven, and I haven’t worn real pants since the Obama administration. You’re reading this because you’re at least curious about being naked, or maybe you’re just looking for a book to hide behind while you’re secretly topless on your back porch. Either way, welcome to the magical, breezy, and slightly sunburn-prone world of nude living. Let me get one thing out of the way: I wasn’t born nude. Well, I was, obviously, but I mean spiritually. Metaphorically. Existentially. My ...

So let’s just address the obvious: stretching while naked is not for the faint of heart. Or the stiff of hamstring. I thought it would be this graceful, sensual, self-loving experience. Wake up, sip a latte, roll out my yoga mat, and gently greet the day with some bendy body positivity. What actually happened was that I pulled a butt muscle I didn’t know existed, my dog Moose barked like I was being murdered, and I kicked a lit candle clear across the room. I ended up in a semi-lunging panic, naked, trying to put out a smoking bath mat with a rolled-up Pilates ball. Welcome to my world....

It always starts the same way: someone opens a cooler, someone else says “we should totally do it,” and then someone (usually me) gets peer-pressured out of her bra and into a suspiciously warm body of water while yelling “YOLO” with the misplaced confidence of a woman who clearly has not learned her lesson. Hi. I’m Kristin. And skinny dipping? It’s kind of my thing. Not intentionally. I didn’t set out to become the person who’s always half-naked in a lake at 1 a.m. with strangers, soggy tortilla chips, and one sandal. But life, like water, is slippery. And somehow, every ...

Alright, so let’s just get this out of the way: yes, this is a book about going to a nudist resort with your partner. And no, it's not just an excuse to talk about being naked (although, let’s be honest, it totally helps). This guide is all about making your first trip to a nudist resort a fun, freeing, and memorable experience for you and your spouse or partner. If you’re here, you’re probably curious, excited, and maybe a little nervous about what to expect when you finally take the plunge—together—into the world of nudist resorts. Let me tell you right off the bat: you’re ...

So listen. If you’re holding this book right now, you’re either A) naked, B) thinking about getting naked, or C) fully clothed but dangerously close to unbuttoning your jeans just to see where this is going. All are welcome. Except Brad from yoga—you still owe me ten bucks and an apology for what you called a “communal stretch.” I’m Kristin. I’m 38, mildly lactose-intolerant, very much single, and living my best naked life. And when I say naked, I mean Naked. Capital N. Like, naked in the woods, naked at brunch, naked while unclogging my own shower drain (a humbling experience...

Welcome to the Pacific Northwest, where the rain is constant, the coffee is strong, and the only thing we take off faster than our raincoats is… well… everything else. I’m Kristin—38, Volvo driver, recovering Subaru loyalist, Washington-state resident, nudist, and proud owner of exactly zero shame left in my body. This isn’t just another memoir about “finding yourself.” This is a full-frontal, wine-fueled, laugh-so-hard-you-snort journey through the chaotic, sunburned, and sometimes poop-stained world of modern nudist friendship. Inside these pages, you’ll discover: The day ...

Let’s get one thing straight: I didn’t set out to become a nudist. I wasn’t sitting at home one day thinking, You know what would really spice up my life? Dropping my pants and never looking back. No, my journey into nudism was more accidental—a mix of bad timing, a dare from Susan (more on her later), and one margarita too many. But once I took the plunge, I discovered something incredible: nudism isn’t just about being naked. It’s about finding freedom, building ridiculous memories, and, in my case, surviving the chaos that is my group of nudist friends. Let me introduce the ...

Let’s get one thing clear right out the gate: just because I’m standing here with my boobs flapping in the breeze like two proud, liberated breakfast pancakes does not mean I’m not running the damn show. That’s right. These jugs are out, these cheeks are exposed, and my leadership style is stronger than your Wi-Fi signal at a Starbucks. You might be thinking, “Wait—can you really lead, manage, inspire, and dominate while stark naked?” To which I say: bitch, watch me. This book isn’t about nudity for nudity’s sake. It’s about ownership. Confidence. Command. Boobs and ...

Okay, so I didn’t grow up thinking I’d spend a good chunk of my adult life naked in front of strangers. I wasn’t some free-spirited, boob-painted-in-a-parade kind of teenager. I was a Pacific Northwest girl with a tendency to wear fleece in July and an unhealthy fear of splinters in places where the sun don’t shine. And yet, here I am at thirty-eight, regularly airing out my hoo-ha on public beaches and writing a book about it. Life’s funny like that. My name’s Kristin, and I believe in three things: good coffee, decent SPF coverage, and the right to let your cheeks flap freely ...

Let me just say this upfront: getting naked in front of your twin flame is not romantic. It’s not sexy. It’s not a Nicholas Sparks scene with candles and whispery violin music. No. It’s more like sobbing in a yurt, covered in mosquito bites, while trying to explain your astrological birth chart to a man who may or may not be your future incarnation. And you’re definitely not wearing pants. That’s how I met Jazmyn. Tanya and I had driven down to this nudist retreat in Oregon because we needed a break from civilization, clothing, and men named Brad. (We had a double Brad situation ...

Let me just start by saying that I did not wake up one morning and think to myself, Kristin, you know what you need to do to really shake things up? Toss those jeans in the trash and go strolling around the suburbs like a shiny pink mole rat. No. Like most bad ideas in my life, this one began with a margarita, Tanya yelling at me that I was “uptight,” and a very poorly timed trip to a nude beach in Spain. Now before you picture something sexy, let me ruin that for you. Imagine me, pale from a Seattle winter, trying to look confident but actually looking like I was trying to return a ...

Have you ever felt the urge to strip down, ditch the clothes, and just embrace life in your most natural state? If so, you’re not alone—and you’ve come to the right place! "Bare Butt Adventures" is all about exploring the world, having fun, and living life to the fullest—all while completely naked. Why, you ask? Because there’s something undeniably liberating about shedding the layers—both literally and metaphorically—that society places on us. When you’re naked, you’re free. Free from judgment, free from the constraints of fabric, and free to connect more deeply with ...

Alright, let’s get something straight. If you’ve ever thought that wrestling was reserved for overly-muscled, sweaty dudes with bad haircuts and questionable attitudes, then I’m here to break your illusions. Naked wrestling is not just a sport for the gym junkies or reality TV stars. It’s an art, a lifestyle, and, let’s be real, a perfect way to figure out just how far you can push the limits of your dignity while also having the most ridiculous fun of your life. I mean, sure, you could stay fully clothed and try to work out like a normal person, but where’s the thrill in that? ...

Yoga, an ancient Indian practice that has existed for several millennia, has recently become a world-wide phenomenon. In western culture specifically, the practice has become so popular that you can find classes almost anywhere — from gyms and sports clubs to spas and wellness centers. These days, it seems that no lifestyle facility is truly complete without offering a proper yoga class. Unfortunately, this frenzy has created a situation in which organizations can now profit from yoga. As a result, they have invented a slew of new-age practices that are Yoga-adjacent at best, and harmful ...

Let me set the scene for you. It’s a warm spring afternoon, and my best friend Georgina and I are sitting on my patio, sipping iced tea and talking about life. She’s telling me a story about her husband, Jackson—who I’ve always thought of as the quiet, reliable type—and then she drops the bombshell: “Kristin, I think I married a nudist.” I choked on my tea. Now, as someone who proudly lives a nudist lifestyle, you’d think I’d be the least surprised by this revelation. But hearing Georgina, of all people, utter those words? It was like finding out a penguin had decided to ...

I once read a study claiming that most people’s fear of public nudity ranks right up there with a fear of public speaking, or that recurring nightmare about forgetting to study for final exams. Yet here I am, typing away from a remote cabin in the mountains with zero clothes on, feeling more confident than I ever did in a button-down shirt. I’m Kristin—part-time digital marketing consultant, full-time believer that wearing pants while answering emails is highly overrated. Some folks escape the office by working remotely in co-working spaces or sipping lattes in hip cafés. I prefer a ...