Susan Parris

The need to be naked

January 12, 2014 in Uncategorized

I was having breakfast with a friend of mine who is also a nudist. One thing that I said was that i felt that some "nudists" had this idea that if you're not trying to be nude all the time then you're not a true nudist. This attitude confounds me. What if a new person came into ours or another nudist site and noted this attitude. What would it say to them. Would they feel condemned cause they don't have a need to be always nude, not wanting to go to a nudist resort/club, not searching out nudist beaches and/or taking a risk and disrobing on a non official nudist beach? I believe so. It may put people off even trying. Why can't people just be allowed/left alone to choose for themselves what lifestyle they want to live. I say laissez faire. You do your thing and I'll do mine. How about we just encourage people to try it for themselves in whatever manner suits them. Even if they never go nude outside of their own home, what's the big deal? If they enjoy the freedom within those parameters then good for them.

That is all 😀

Honesty in relationships

December 19, 2013 in Uncategorized

Today I spent time at home. Hubby was home. I was naked. So what happened that I can now do this in his presence. I told him how it made me feel when he saw me naked and he told me to put some clothes. I think also that the fact I'd told him our marriage was over also sent him into shock. He's now listening to me and has acknowledge his part in the failure of our marriage. So to those of you who are living a life of lies etc, be honest and open in your relationships. Don't hold back if you're pissed off with something they've said and done. Holding how you feel without expressing it can lead to illness of many kinds. I know. I've been there.

My brother

September 9, 2013 in Uncategorized

I only have one brother, we are close but don't see each other overly often. He lives about 5-6 minutes away by car. So a couple of months ago we receive news that there could be some more health issues. You see, let's call him Ron, (cause that's his real name) has been through lots of health issues since birth. Was born with talipes (club foot) however with a few years of wearing callipers all is good. Many minor health issues over the years then, at the age of eleven, diagnosed with Type 1 diabetes. He has born this stoically and never once have I heard him complain. He nearly lost a foot several years ago and the main arteries in that leg basically shut down. Surgery and a balloon in one artery has saved it. So we're going along swimmingly and then it happened. They did a scan of his chest and found a shadow on his lung. Now you would think this was bad enough, but you need to realise that in 2007 hubby had the same thing happen. Shadow on lung. Biopsy didn't work as lung collapsed. So result was, hubby lost bottom lobe of left lung. So you can imagine my reaction when I hear about my brother. Stunned was one word and many others. Biopsy was inconclusive (Shit!) PET scan was inconclusive (Double Shit!) They said that, fortunately, it was on the outside of the lung but not sure how it was attached and it could be attached to the abdomen. This could mean the loss of part of his lung. (Shit Shit Shit Shit Shit)

Anyway, yesterday he had surgery. I was sitting having a coffee with girlfriend. I was ok, keeping calm etc etc etc. Then I got an SMS from sister in law "He's in surgery now, I'll call you when I hear from Surgeon" I totally lost it. How do you cry and not disturb other customers in a cafe. Fortunately, it's outdoors. My gf and I prayed. Need to keep busy!

Sister in law, let's call her therese, cause that's also her real name, calls me later. Surgery went well. Mass was attached only to lung, and only by a string which they have cut. Excellent news. Excellent prognosis. Probably just has to have a chest scan every 12 months. *sigh*

God is good. He answers prayer.

Are they desperate

September 6, 2013 in Uncategorized

So today I head down to my fav beach. i see before me that lovely turn of sand, against which the water splashes. In that water are moored several boats, one in particular is a rather large cruiser. yup. Big $$$$. Now this boat is moored right near where I would normally lay. I took courage and set up in my usual spot deciding that it wouldn't bother me. I had a lovely time. Took a couple of business calls, one social call. At the end of my time, I got up to get dressed and as i did happened to look over at the boat. On the stern was a young man, 30ish and quite good looking (not that I noticed) looking my way. you could say he was staring. So what does Susan do in her new found confidence....she stares back.

Now I'm not going down that "gee I've got a horrible body" road again but i have to wonder...what on earth would he have to check out. i'm sure he could have his pick of women ??? Can any of the males in this group please explain it to me cause I just ... don't... get it ???????? 😀

Behaviour on a nudist beach

September 3, 2013 in Uncategorized

After reading Yvonnes blog yesterday "your behaviour is your Passport" I thought it would be appropriate to relate my experience, a positive one. I have discovered a beach, across the bay from my home, which I hadn't visited since my teens. It's a half hour drive. I went there last week. Tentatively I removed my top, then I eventually removed my pants, making me totally naked. Yes, it felt soooo wonderful, however everytime I saw a person or persons walking towards me i would wonder if they were going to reprimand me for being naked on a non nude beach. Everything was fine. I was so elated with my experience I went back yesterday. Swimmers came off immediately I had been there for about half and hour, several people walking past, no issues. Then I noticed a guy park himself about 10-15metres away from me. I was a bit concerned. He had a backpack, fishing poles and asst gear. He was wearing blue Speedoes. I decided to dismiss any concerns and went back to my book. Next time I checked he had removed said Speedos and was sitting there. to cut a one hour story short, everything was fine, he was reading a magazine enjoying the sun, as was I. A short time later another couple stopped about 20m in the other direction and sat. Next thing I see, 1 naked man walking down to the water. To be honest, I felt a lot better as I didn't feel quite so isolated, as in the only person on the beach who was nude. At no stage did I feel intimidated or in "danger" such a relief. It's a learning process and I feel that if ever there was someone who was not "safe" as there was last week, I would be fine. 😀

50 plus

August 27, 2013 in Uncategorized

As a 50+ woman who no longer has the pert breasts, flat tummy and smooth skin, is it any wonder that I don't post naked photos of myself. Is it any wonder that when I do go to a beach I make sure it's quiet, empty and during the week where I don't feel like I'm being compared to the under 30s who have yet to feel the ravages of time/motherhood and other of lifes vagaries. I do appreciate the members on here who are older, don't have the perfect bodies and yet will post photos of themselves, in their everyday environment doing everyday activites. However, there still appears to be those that feel it is their duty to post photos of the younguns. Or to quote "pretty young fillies" I was okay with it at first but it's getting a bit much. It's like I'm being shamed by being in a group where the perfect body is the preferred option. Maybe how I'm feeling is wrong but I can't help feeling as i do.

Nudist or Naturist

July 9, 2013 in Uncategorized

<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; font-size: medium; font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif;">Nudist or Naturist - A definition according to me :)</span></p>
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<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif;">I’ve often seen the question as to what is the difference between a nudist and a naturist.   Is there really a difference?   Well, at first I really thought there was no difference, even though I preferred to refer to myself as a naturist.   I’ve read many posts, comments and different articles as to “Is there a difference?”   So here you are, this is my opinion, for what it’s worth.</span></p>
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<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif;"><span style="text-decoration: underline;">A nudist</span> is a person who prefers to be unclothed as much as possible.</span></p>
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<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif;"><span style="text-decoration: underline;">A naturist</span> is a person who prefers to be unclothed as much as possible, has a diet that is as close as possible to natural, unprocessed and untouched by chemicals, additives, packaging and machinery.   They prefer organic foods.  They prefer to be as natural in their lifestyle as is possible, within their means and within what is available.  </span></p>
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Where the Crap Began #1

July 2, 2013 in Uncategorized

<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Blog # 1</span></p>
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<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Where the crap began.</span></p>
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<p style="margin: 0px; text-align: justify; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">So where does one start?   Well, I’ve decided to take a deep dive and let it all hang out.  Yup, what started my life going in a downward spiral.    Now please don’t get me wrong.  This is not a cry for sympathy.  I don’t expect nor do I want the “oh you poor thing” etc etc.  This is my catharsis.  My outpouring of the “stuff” as I like to call it.</span></p>
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<p style="margin: 0px; text-align: justify; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">So where do I start.    As Maria sings in The Sound of Music.... Let’s start at the very beginning.</span></p>
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<p style="margin: 0px; text-align: justify; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">14th September 2006 my father in law, Brian, passes away.    Yes, lots of people lose a parent, however the relationship between hubby, Mark, and Brian was incredibly close.   To say that Mark was shattered would be an understatement.   I would say that even to this day, he hasn’t really recovered.   However, I shan’t dwell any longer on this.</span></p>
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<p style="margin: 0px; text-align: justify; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">To go back a bit, in August we had farewelled our 19 year old daughter, Marissa, on her first overseas trip.  She was going to Macau on her first professional dance contract.   To say that she was excited would be understating how we felt.  Excitement, fear, trepidation.... the list goes on.   Smiles and tears as we waved her goodbye.</span></p>
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<p style="margin: 0px; text-align: justify; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Let’s move forward again.   13th November we receive a phone call.  11.30pm.  I had just come home from a business meeting.    It’s a gentleman identifying himself as William.   The father of Marissa’s boyfriend.  Marissa is in hospital having suffered 2nd - 3rd degree burns to 30-50% of her body.    I get his details and thank him and will be in touch.    I turn around and husband is at bedroom door.  I tell him.    He puts his head in his hand.   </span></p>
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<p style="margin: 0px; text-align: justify; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">This is when I turn into an automaton.    First call to father.   Need cash.  No prob says father.   Email to travel insurance Company to advise of accident, and to organise insurance for me.    Call No 3.   Qantas to book noon flight to HK.   Email to close friend, who lives in Shanghai and hubby works for Qantas.  Call William in Macau to advise of arrival details.   pack.   3am to bed.  6am awake.   Dad arrives.  I cry.  He soothes.   To airport.  On flight.   I’ve been upgraded.  Alcohol is free.  I don’t overindulge.  </span></p>
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<p style="margin: 0px; text-align: justify; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Yes I’m going on a bit however this is my catharsis.  </span></p>
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<p style="margin: 0px; text-align: justify; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Arrive in Macau.  William and April are at ferry terminal and take me to hospital.   All I recall is walking into a brightly lit, overcrowded with visitors hospital room.   The hushed tones of “It’s the Mum”   I look at the body in the bed, with a male form leaning over her, the boyfriend.    He moves away, looking at me however all I can look at is her.  My baby.  My firstborn.  Laying prone in that bed, only half of her face visible.  Everything else is swathed in bandages.   I then see her.  She’s smiling at me.   A half whisper “hi mum”   </span></p>
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<p style="margin: 0px; text-align: justify; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">I think back now....... How did I not lose it.  How did I stay so calm.    </span></p>
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<p style="margin: 0px; text-align: justify; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">So much of that three weeks is a blur.    Doctors, nurses, most of which didn’t speak any english.  Not a single word.   Burns Specialist telling me, in his broken English, that she’ll be fine.  No scarring.  back on stage by end February.  I believed him.    ???   Having them tell me I can’t be there as they change the bandages, however I can hear her.  Removing those bandages that are stuck to the skin.  They soak her in the bath.  ( I find out later, at Concorde Hospital, that the water they’ve soaked her in is contaminated   !!!! )    Her cries cut through me like a knife.  A very sharp knife.  I can only wait for her to come back so that I can comfort her.   I pray.   A lot.  My bible is my friend, my companion, my soothing lotion.   There are nights when I lay on the bed next to her, I read scripture to her.  it soothes her.    Days when we walk the corridors to keep her moving.  Compared to most there, she is like an Amazon   5’11, slim and blonde.  The nurses gaze in awe as she walks past.  She smiles at them.   She has the most beautiful smile and through all her pain, she always has a smile for others.</span></p>
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<p style="margin: 0px; text-align: justify; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">After much toing and froing with the insurance company they finally agree to send a nurse to escort her back to Sydney.   What a shit fight that was.   I found a strength i had no idea i had.   God kept me strong in a way i never thought was possible.</span></p>
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<p style="margin: 0px; text-align: justify; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">The flight back was a horror.  She was in so much pain.   Finally, I convinced the nurse to give her something.  She finally falls asleep, half an hour before they had to wake her for landing.   </span></p>
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<p style="margin: 0px; text-align: justify; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">So we arrive in Sydney and we get whipped through customs etc so fast my head was in a whirl.   Through doors where no one can go unless you are Level 1 security (or whatever it’s called)   then we’re out, there’s her father.   Speechless.  And there’s that smile of hers  “Hi Dad”    </span></p>
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<p style="margin: 0px; text-align: justify; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">We go outside.    Yup, car is not there to meet us.   (Bloody insurance company)   I’m normally a more than patient person.  car not there, no prob.  But not today.  My daughter needs to be attended to NOW!!!!!!!!</span></p>
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<p style="margin: 0px; text-align: justify; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Have you ever noticed how the most placid...... patient... sweet person can turn into a banshee when she needs to be.  Yup, that was me.   DON’T MESS WITH ME WHEN IT COMES TO THE WELFARE OF MY CHILDREN!!!!!</span></p>
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<p style="margin: 0px; text-align: justify; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">One hour later, car arrives.   One hour later we are at Concorde Hospital.  One of the top Burns Units in the country.    Now you would think by now we’ve passed the worst and have only positive ahead of us.</span></p>
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<p style="margin: 0px; text-align: justify; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Dr Kleiner is the Director of the Burns Unit.    How did we have him waiting for us.  He’s the husband of a woman who my brothers in laws niece works with   🙂   6 degrees!</span></p>
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<p style="margin: 0px; text-align: justify; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">He examines her.   His face doesn’t look positive.  How do I know.   I’m focused on his reaction.    It was not good.</span></p>
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<p style="margin: 0px; text-align: justify; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">She would probably be scarred.  For life.   She should have come back to Australia immediately.   Why didn’t she you ask?   Ask the insurance company.  they wanted a doctors report, which would take 45 days, before they would make any decisions!!!!   They never sent a doctor to examine her.   I could go on about all the issues I faced with them but I shant.   Remember, no sympathy wanted.  No recriminations to be made.  It’s in the past.</span></p>
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<p style="margin: 0px; text-align: justify; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Then started a course of 3 times per week to the hospital for bandage changes, check ups etc.    We live 1 hour 15 mins from that hospital.   How did we handle it,  music, talking and laughter.   Yup.  We laughed...... We sang......We cried.   </span></p>
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<p style="margin: 0px; text-align: justify; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">You may be asking...how on earth could you laugh, sing when you’re going through this.   Well, we’re a tough breed in my family.   I have a strength that, when you get to know me, you will see.   My daughters have that strength, loads of it.   Where does it come from????</span></p>
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<p style="margin: 0px; text-align: justify; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">One simple word   GOD!    I can do all things through Christ who lives in me.   That was my “mantra” through all this.   In addition Jeremiah 29:11.    Google it!  :)</span></p>
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<p style="margin: 0px; text-align: justify; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">And therein ends Susan’s Blog # 1 “Where the Crap Began”  </span></p>
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<p style="margin: 0px; text-align: justify; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Thanks for your patience.  I shall return with #2   No idea when  :)</span></p>
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What to write

July 1, 2013 in Uncategorized

<p><span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; color: #000080;">It has been suggested to me, on a few occasions, to write a blog.   But what do I write about.   What have I done in my life that would be an inspiration to whoever would read.  Married 2 kids.   that's it.    Oh yes, I've just completed my Cert IV in fitness which means I'm now qualified to be a Personal Trainer.  In itself it's not a big deal, until you realise I'm nearly 55 years old.   Yup.   not so far off retirement.  But do I ever want to retire.  I dont' think so.   There's so many things I want to do in my life.  things I've put to the side whilst raising my girls, and being the supportive wife for my husband.  It's now my turn.  But where do I start?   How do I start?   </span></p>

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