Wow! It’s been an eternity since I’ve posted anything on this blog.
I guess I’ll start by simply saying hello. And I hope that you’ve been doing very well.
Personally, I’m very happy that winter has finally ended—because it was a bad one this year—and that finally, spring is upon us. This means increased opportunities for some nudist activities. Yes, yes and yes! I couldn’t be happier!
Although I haven’t been blogging about it, this doesn’t mean that I haven’t participated in any nudist activities over the last couple of years. I will admit that there has unfortunately been a slight decrease, for reasons beyond my control, but worry not, as the nudist in me has not been lost.
For example, I spent most of the summer of 2017 travelling Vietnam and Japan, and therefore, I was unable for that year to take part, here at home, in the Montreal World Naked Bike Ride (WNBR). I also spent most of the summer of 2018 travelling Morocco and Spain, and was unable to participate naked that year in either the Toronto Pride Parade or the Montreal World Naked Bike Ride.
And suffice it to say that most of my travel destinations, except for Spain, were not the most nudist friendly or open to the culture of nudism. This means that I pretty much had to keep my clothes on. Ugh! Chalk it up to the sacrifices to be made in order to travel to certain countries, right?
Of course, some things don’t change though. I still spend the majority of my time at home comfortably wearing nothing but my birthday suit. I participated in both the 2016 and 2017 Toronto Pride Parade wearing nothing but my shoes. [You can read my past blog post about Toronto Pride here]. I also participated in the 2016 World Naked Bike Ride here in Montreal. [You can read my past blog post about the Montreal WNBR here]. And I still attend an evening of strip karaoke every once and a while, as well as visit the unofficial clothing-free beach in Oka, Quebec, whenever the opportunity arises. [You can read my past blog post about OKA Nude Beach here].
Now, rest assured, I’m going to blog about these experiences and share pics (if available) in the very near future. In other words, I definitely have lots of catching up to do on this blog.
Finally, I should mention that one issue that has decreased my outdoor nudist time is urban development. Obviously, when one lives in a big city like me, there are few areas where you can simply wander around nude. Unless of course, you live somewhere like Munich in Germany which has certain public parks that allow for nudism.
Now, it goes without saying that I am definitely fortunate to live in Canada, which is, generally speaking, a very open-minded and free society. Unfortunately, though, nudism is still taboo for many Canadians, who may perceive it as something that is sexual (it’s not), or who may have unnatural feelings of shame in regards to their own naked human body and therefore do not understand those who enjoy a nudist lifestyle. Whatever their reasons, not everybody is open to nudism here in Canada. Again, I’m fortunate to be born in Canada (naked to boot), but, there is a far way to go before we see urban nudist parks in Canada like there is in Munich or elsewhere in Germany.
And again, urban development isn’t helping any. For example, there was here in Montreal, close to my home, a large abandoned parcel of land in an industrial zone that was ripe with trees, trails and isolated areas where I could go to enjoy a walk in the nude. This place allowed my nudist-self to feel the comfortable and warm summer breeze on my entire body and to somewhat connect with nature without having to travel far out of the city in search of a similar place.
This location would even allow me to enjoy a dose of winter nudism whenever I would feel a need to stroll naked in the snow—with a tuque on my head and with good winter boots on my feet—so that I could get some much-needed sun on my skin during that time of the year when most of us don’t get nearly enough. More importantly, though, I could bring my camera equipment and do some nude photoshoots if I so desired. It was an ideal spot that I liked to call my own nudist playground.
Unfortunately, all things that are up must come down, and all good things must often come to an end. And that is exactly what happened when ”urban development” stole this area from me. The trees came down, and no longer can I enjoy an outdoor stroll in the nude so close to my home.
So, while I spend time getting this blog up to date, I’ll also be keeping my eyes open for any areas not yet touched by urban development. And if I find one, I’ll be once again quick to lose my clothes and enjoy some comfortable strolls and photoshoots wearing nothing but my birthday suit. And if not, I could always move to Germany, right?