This is a test, as I am using video in my blog post for the very first time.
And here are the photos:
This is a test, as I am using video in my blog post for the very first time.
And here are the photos:
Happy Friday the 13th!
It’s always fun to try different things when it comes to artistic nude photography. And that is exactly what I did in the case of these two photos.
Blindfolded, hands tied behind my back, and naked from the waist down with my erect penis on display for all to see. For certain people that would be a nightmare. For others, not so much.
Both of these photos are very similar and almost exactly the same. But, there are some slight differences, such as the camera angle, the position of my head and the look of my penis.
Which of the two photos do you prefer? And why? Feel free to leave a comment below or to vote in the poll (or both, LOL!):
As I had mentioned in my previous blog post, summer is almost here. And until it does arrive there is simply no getting away from the cold winter – if you live in Eastern Canada like me that is.
If you live somewhere like Florida, Brazil or Cuba and you are able to visit a nude beach whenever you please, then I’m extremely jealous and envious of you!
Opportunities to practice any form of nudism are obviously very limited in my neck of the woods at this time of the year. For now I’m mostly relegated to enjoying the naked life in my own home, attending strip karaoke events or wearing my Scottish kilt while I’m out and about.
[More on strip karaoke? Read: My Naked Karaoke of Tracy Chapman’s ‘Talkin bout a Revolution’]
Luckily this winter has been very mild – which unfortunately is most likely due to global warming – and has given me the ability to wear the kilt more often than usual. Clearly nothing beats the feeling of nature’s breeze on a full naked body, but I’ll happily accept that breeze where I can get it. And wearing the kilt with nothing underneath allows for just that.
I was even able to wear the kilt to Igloofest a couple of weekends ago thanks to the mild weather. It was only minus 5 degree Celsius and very comfortable.
What is Igloofest you ask? It’s a mega outdoor wintertime rave with great music that takes place on a 50,000 square foot playground over four weekends. It attracts thousands of partyers and includes a competition for who is wearing the best one-piece snowsuit. There are tons of ice sculptures, bars and castles, a mega slide, fire pits and many games. For example this year they are hosting the first ever Christmas tree throw, which is suppose to mimic the Scottish caber toss.
[For more on the Igloofest please visit their website here: http://igloofest.ca/en/]
I attended on the Saturday night of the first weekend, and was amazed at how many folks approached me to ask if I was cold, whether I was wearing anything underneath the kilt, and if they could take a look. Many folks – mostly women – simply lifted the kilt to see for themselves and many requested photos with the kilt being held up.
Of course I do not give a damn because I’m a die hard nudist and to me there is nothing more banal than a flaccid penis. As they say, it’s just skin. What was surprising though – or rather awesome I should say – is that nobody in the crowd seemed to be bothered while the photos were being taken with the kilt lifted and my ”junk” totally exposed.
Yes, only adults eighteen years or older are allowed on the site, and certainly everybody is there to have a good time, so it is likely that they would find the lifted kilt to be simply amusing. But that nobody complained at the site of an exposed penis in public makes me believe that folks are becoming less adverse to public nudity. Maybe I’m wrong, but if it’s the case this can only be a good thing because it is precisely the direction that I’ve wanted society to take for some time now.
I was not able to attend Igloofest the following weekend because I was invited to a childhood reunion in the countryside. At first I wasn’t keen on leaving the big city and missing out on the second weekend of Igloofest, but in the end I’m happy that I did because the countryside turned out to be a great experience.
One of the highlights of the weekend was snowshoeing in my kilt. Again, the mild weather was a great help in allowing this. Then things got even better! To my great surprise I ended up getting my dose of nudism smack in the middle of winter.
That’s right! A dose of winter nudism! My friends – who all know that I’m a die hard nudist – dared me to try snowshoeing without the kilt. It didn’t take Jade Sambrook very long to strip off more than just the kilt and to venture down the trail wearing nothing but a birthday suit, a tuque, kilt hose and winter boots.
I was ecstatic about being able to try something that I had never done before. I was left with a perma-smile from the endorphin rush caused by the feeling of comfort and freedom from finally being naked outside despite the winter. In all honesty, I think that I gave new meaning to the term ‘extreme sport’ – insofar as snowshoeing is concerned.
As you may know, the etymological meaning of the word gym is “naked” – originating from the Greek word ‘gymnos’. In fact, the Greek use to compete in sports wearing nothing but their birthday suit. Now, I’m certain that their sports did not involve winter snow, but I think we can agree that they’d be very proud of me. I’m certainly very proud of me!
Going forward, I’ll be attending the last two weekends of Igloofest, and most likely I’ll once again be wearing my kilt. My true wish though would be to wear my birthday suit, a tuque, kilt hose and snowshoes! That way nobody would have to hold the kilt up when taking photos. And something tells me that if that were the case the requests for photos would be nonstop.
They say that a picture is worth a thousand words. Then again maybe sometimes it’s actually worth more than a thousand words. I like to tell myself that that is the case with the picture here.
On an unrelated side note, I have to say that I really dislike using ‘that that’ together in a sentence. Although it is grammatically acceptable, I simply prefer not to use it. But that is another story, isn’t it?
Back to the point: the picture! It was taken during the month of June last year. When I look at it, I am reminded of the warm summer air, the beautiful blue sky, the birds and the bees as well as the trees and flowers that are so full of life. Summer truly is my favorite season – as I am sure is the case for most people – especially if you are a nudist like me.
Here in eastern Canada where I live the winters are long and cold. Freezing cold. Did I say long too? Yes I did.
For a nudist like me winter feels like the enemy. It might not completely stop me from practicing my passion for nudism, but it is definitely nowhere near as good as summer. Of course during the winter months I can still be naked at home. And I might even go for a quick jog through the woods while bottomless – but again, winter will simply never beat summer.
I should mention though that I discovered that the white snow is great for tanning the legs and buttocks. It acts like one big reflector, equally dispersing the sun light onto any exposed skin. I learned this after spending much time outdoors – naked from the waist down – during a particular winter some years ago. Never had the skin on my legs and buttocks been so dark.
Now some folks may ask why bottomless and why not fully nude? The answer to that is that body heat is easily lost through both the nuque (back of the head & neck) and through the upper torso. So as long as you have a tuque on your head, a warm winter jacket on your upper body and a good pair of winter shoes or boots on your feet, then you can pretty much spend a great deal of time naked from the waist down out in the snow.
More on winter nudity? Read: The So-Called Victim of Montreal’s Mysterious Naked Jogger
Now don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying that it’s ideal. I’m not saying that it should or can be done when the temperature is minus thirty degree Celsius. Nor am I saying that men wont suffer from a little bit of shrinkage, because they definitely will! All that I am saying is that there is a way to experience nudism in winter – albeit only partially naked – and even get a good tan on your legs and bum while you’re at it.
Alright, back to the original picture now! It was taken during the summer – not during the winter – so I should stop talking about cold snow for crying out loud! The truth of the matter however is that like I was saying earlier, a picture speaks a thousand words, or more. And the words coming from the picture is that summer is such a great season for any true nudist.
During the summer nudists can go to the nude beach. We can justify not wearing clothes at home because of the heat waves. We can go for a nude walk in the woods – or more simply put – free hiking.
When I look at the picture I am reminded that nudism is liberating. It’s healthy. It’s therapeutic. It’s extremely comfortable. In fact, I use to leave the office after a day of work with feelings of major stress and anxiety. I would then go for a walk in the woods while nude and I would come out completely cured from that stress and anxiety.
That is why I believe medical practitioners should be able to prescribe nudism as a remedy for various ailments. I am convinced that nudism might just heal many folks without the need for them to use pharmaceuticals.
And if medical doctors could prescribe longer summers along with a heavy dose of nudism, then we would definitely be living in a Utopian world. One can always dream, right?
In the meantime – as winter approaches – I will continue to look at that picture to remind myself that summer is right around the corner. Yes I’m optimistic! I will continue to remind myself that soon I will be on the beach, in the woods or wherever I so happen to be – fully naked – without a single piece of clothing on my body. No tuque, no warm winter jacket and no winter boots. Just a pair of walking shoes or sandals at the very most.
Those are the words that I am reading from that picture. Somehow though I feel like it’s telling me way more than a thousand words. They are good words. Naked words. Words that make a die-hard nudist like me happy. In the end I can only be grateful for such a great picture: a nude picture of 1000+ words.
Jade Sambrook Performs Tracy Chapman’s ‘Talkin bout a Revolution’ at Bareoke (Strip Karaoke)
Bareoke use to take place at Cabaret Playhouse in Montreal, until the venue was sold by the owner and ultimately closed. It now takes place on the first Saturday of every month at Cafe Cleopatra.
In this segment I perform the final karaoke of the night. While the quality of the video, the audio and the singing may not be the best, what is important is that Jade Sambrook had a lot of fun! As usual, I do not perform a classic striptease like one would see in a strip bar with professional “chip ‘n’ dale” dancers. Instead, my clothes – in this case the kilt – come off almost immediately so that I can spend as much time as possible naked on stage. After all, most songs are only about four minutes in duration – which goes by rather quickly – so it is important to take advantage of that time to be naked for as long as possible. In fact, it would be more appropriate to call this naked karaoke instead of strip karaoke. The only thing that doesn’t come off are my shoes and my kilt hose (socks). And, I was happy to receive a well deserved smack on the ass at the very end of my performance.
Naturally I am already looking forward to next month’s Bareoke (strip karaoke), even though I have no idea what I will sing. One thing is certain however, I will be filming and sharing it for all to see.
Should it be of interest, you can see my previous strip karaoke performance of MJ’s ‘Beat It’ at the Cabaret Playhouse by clicking here.
In the meantime, be sure to come to a Bareoke night if you live in Montreal, or if ever you are visiting the city. It’s as ”bare as you dare” if you are performing a karaoke, and if not, you can simply come to watch and have a good time.
Bareoke is from 10PM until 3am on the first Saturday of every month at Cafe Cleopatra. Hope to see you there!
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If I am not mistaken it was a beautiful day in June of 2010 when I witnessed for the very first time the World Naked Bike Ride (WNBR) in action. I was leaving the Rideau Mall in downtown Ottawa and noticed what appeared to be a group of naked people on bikes who were waiting for the traffic light to turn green.
I wondered if I was hallucinating and quietly asked myself if these folks were really naked. I allowed my eyes to get a closer look by focusing onto a bike seat: ”Yep, that is indeed a penis” I told myself.
The light turned green and off they went chanting slogans like ”more ass, less gas”! I put two and two together and concluded that it was the WNBR. I couldn’t help but think how awesome and liberating it must be to participate in such a ride.
I had often read or heard about the World Naked Bike Ride from various media, but I had never participated in one. Jade Sambrook was now determined to do so! Unfortunately though, the following year the Ottawa Police warned that anybody not wearing underwear would be arrested for public nudity. This effectively ruined my motivation to participate.
My first opportunity to participate in a WNBR happened the following year in Montreal. At the time there was massive social unrest stemming from an unprecedented student strike in relation to unreasonable tuition fee increases. A naked protest against these tuition fee increases had been scheduled for June 7, 2012. This was in fact the first time that I would ever be appearing naked in public. And thankfully somebody had posted an invitation to the Montreal edition of the WNBR – scheduled for June 9 – on the Facebook page for the naked protest against tuition hikes.
I therefore scheduled myself to participate in the naked protest on June 7 and to participate in the WNBR on June 9. I had never been naked in public, and now I would have the opportunity to do so on two separate occasions only days apart. It was absolutely thrilling!
For those who may be interested, you can read more about my participation in the naked protest against tuition hikes by clicking here.
In 2012 the MTL edition of the WNBR was scheduled to begin at 10am on a Saturday morning with the bike route passing through a quiet area of town. In other words, not only is the temperature much colder at that time of day, but most people are also still in bed or haven’t left the house yet. This was not very good for visibility or outreach. After all, the WNBR is a protest and if nobody sees it then it is hard to call it a success. I would say that there were maybe thirty to fifty participants in this particular ride.
Nonetheless I still had fun. Maybe not as much fun as the naked protest that had occurred two days earlier, where I got to run away from the sound grenades and tear gas of the riot police while wearing nothing but my birthday suit – but I still had fun at the WNBR, and for a good cause to boot!
I am all against body shame and I am all for being proud of who you are. Allow me to say however, that I did the WNBR on rollerblades as opposed to using a bike so that I could be in a standing position and keep my stomach flat. Even somebody with a perfect six-pack abdomen will get stomach expansion when sitting down, and so I avoided sitting on a bike seat for this precise reason. Again, while I am against body shame I just feel better having a flat stomach – or as flat as can be – when I am naked in public. It’s simply a matter of personal preference and comfort. Besides, somebody needed to represent the rollerbladers, right?
Unfortunately I was unable to participate in 2013 or in 2014. Fortunately though, as of 2014 many changes were made after two of the participants took over organizing the event. They increased the outreach on social media so as to attract several more riders. They obtained permission from the Montreal Police for the route to go through the downtown core so as to increase the visibility of the ride. They also obtained permission to have both a daytime ride and a nighttime ride. Furthermore, the start time for the daytime ride was moved to 2PM when it is much warmer outside. While the daytime ride is seen mostly by shoppers, tourists and families, the nighttime ride which starts at 10PM is seen mostly by partyers, patio-goers and people out for a good time. In other words the Montreal edition of the WNBR is now seen by several demographics.
For 2015 I was lucky to participate once again and I attended both the day and nighttime rides wearing rollerblades – just like in 2012.
The daytime ride happened on Sunday, July 5, with approximately sixty to eighty participants. The turnout could have been better (apparently there were about 200 riders in 2014) but issues with the Facebook event page being shut down left many people with the impression that the ride had been cancelled. Surely next year the turnout will be much better, barring any issues with the Facebook event page.
Regardless of the turnout it was a lot of fun. It was a beautiful sunny summer day and the reactions and support from onlookers standing on the sidewalks or sitting in their cars was absolutely amazing. Some people honked their horns in support while others pulled out their cell phones in order to snap photos. Even families with children took the time to wave or give a thumbs-up. As I always say, nobody was harmed or traumatized because they saw a simple naked human body (or in this case a group of naked human bodies) – and this includes the children as much as it does the adults.
The nighttime ride happened on Saturday, August 1, with approximately 25 to 35 participants. Again, the turnout for the nighttime ride could have been better. However, several factors beyond our control complicated matters. To begin with it rained for a short period of time only two hours before the ride. This obviously dissuaded many people from coming. Also, the International Fireworks Competition was on, meaning that bikes are not allowed on public transit during this time. Clearly this may also have dissuaded many people from coming. Yet at 10PM we were good to go, and just like the daytime ride, it was a blast!
Once again people in cars honked their horns. Folks on the sidewalks screamed words of support. There were many smiles and thumbs-up. Personally, I savoured the feeling of rollerblading down a main city street with the warm breeze hitting my naked body all while chanting ”more ass, less gas”!
I’m already looking forward to next year. In the meantime I continue to hope that one day society will evolve enough to allow public nudity at all times, and not just for reasons of protest such as the World Naked Bike Ride.
I’m certain that had William Wallace participated he might have yelled: ”You can take away my clothes, and by doing so, you definitely wont be taking away my freedom”!
Last but not least, I was able to put together a short video from the daytime ride. Should this be of interest I invite you to watch it below:
Jade Sambrook inside the Montreal WNBR (2015) – available in 720P