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.
The Naked Jade 