For the last many months as the weather has heated up in Central Texas, I’ve been spending the majority of my time naked. It has become almost natural now. I never wear clothes in the house and seldom do when outside around the acreage property to mow or work in the garden.
Every once in awhile I’ll put something on just to be different. Usually my short-shorts and occasionally self-cut tank top. Even then, it’s not long before I ask myself, “What’s even the point of this?” The few clothes that I wear throughout the week get hung up on hooks because they only have a little time on them. They’re good for more use before they need washing.
In the darkness of the early evening, I might wander out to the mailbox or sit in the hot tub and look up at the stars while listening to a podcast or relaxing music.
Living naked is a wonderful thing. It saddens me when I think about all the uptight people in the world who will never appreciate it. I only wish I had someone to share the awesomeness with.