My name is Joshwa. I'm nineteen, have been barefooting (don't own a pair of shoes, although I have made a few moccasins for winter wear and do use them) for almost five years, and have also been seldom but festively enjoying the rest of my bare self for about the same (apart from childhood showers in the rain and skinny dips, of course). I'm very interested in exploring the natural state of my body, but I've found it elusive. So here's my introduction and initiation into the philosophy and way of 'nudism' or 'naturism' (I prefer the latter but find the need for a label laughable, because after all, are we not born naked?). To start off with, I guess I shed and shattered my Babylon masks five years ago. I'm young, so I was was only fourteen then. I was raised outside of Western medicine and by a lot of wise people who held a great deal of generational power. I was beginning to think for myself and pay attention to what I consumed when I stopped going to school in order to spend all of my time pursuing studies that I felt were more appropriate. I was sick of learning the tricks and trivia necessary to participate in a way of life that I disagreed with from the very start. I found it disturbing that most of our body, mind, and soul power is spent maintaining the paradigm of a coercive and exploitative society. I have focused on expanding my consciousness and further absorbing and exercising knowledge like botany and healing, and practiced 'primitive' and wilderness skills like flintknapping, fire making, tanning, and the hundreds of others that I grew up with as entertainment and wildcrafts and now, resolutely, viewed as a way of life. I never really could watch television, but having grown up deep in the woods on a veritable homestead, I have always been most amused by pursuits of nature. I did and do cherish community and heartfelt sharing of spirit, of course. I was introduced, ironically, to the saga of St. Francis of Assisi a few months after I swore off money and wore out my last pair of shoes. Two long years I spent barefoot in the mountains around my home and modestly abroad learning and practicing how to live in harmony and with the Earth. I gradually started lightening my load and getting rid of gear until I was down to a side-slung pouch and a single pair of clothes, which I could sustain with comfortably for three seasons of the year (if you're wondering, now all I tend to take is light-medium clothing with a small waist pouch and a blanket or large fur, and find I can make it comfortable or at least survivable in the throes of winter, so long as I also have my moccasins). Being me and so enchanted by nature and disenchanted by concrete, I was drawn to the thickest wild areas within an eighty mile radius or so and it was then that the clothes, too, began to come off. It's since become one of my favorite things about life: being in the midst of wilderness, able to be free and natural without the judgements or manipulations imposed on you by society. I spent a while being a general vagrant wildman, then came back to the homestead. Since then I've been creating music and laboring here, and now I itch to journey back out, which is why I've periodically found myself exploring the web like now. My view on the human body is one of great respect and awe. All things, us included, are beautiful. I believe the things that are the most beautiful are those that are the least altered or controlled. I wasn't born with shoes or slacks. Around a social setting (like now, or really any time I think I might encounter someone other than my beloved) I wear shorts. They were an old pair of corduroy pants I cut off at mid-thigh. That's the only piece of clothing, although sometimes I'll tie a rope of some sort around my waist for a belt. I find it affords me comfort and mobility, a good breeze, but also doesn't get the same gasps as one might receive in some settings naked. Winter time gets pretty bitter here, so I do cover up more then, though not as much with most since I normally wear a blanket then. So I guess I'm not a true nudist, and I can't really evaluate my comfort level with strangers and nudity, but I have no qualms about it. I'm a strong and healthy human with a strong and healthy human body, well proportioned in every sense. I run, hike, perform demanding work, and do yoga all on a daily basis. Every day I'm stronger than the day before, so my hurdle isn't self esteem necessarily. Oh, and my feet certainly don't complain about the 'lack of protection'. I run a lot and put them through some heavy wear and I would be much more uncomfortable wearing shoes than not. The evolution from the bipedal hoofed Shoebie to barefooter, for me, was quite fluid and natural. I put the mocs on in December or late November when temperatures get below 25 degrees or so, unless it's a quick in and out from a building or near a fire. I usually take them off sometime in March.
Lately I've been thinking and seeing that it's unlikely anybody around me would share my love for being naked and free, so it looks like I'll be limited to private occasions. I don't often get to see my girlfriend lately, and only when we happen to find ourselves alone deep in the forest can I share such an experience with anyone. Because of this, my curiosity for the lifestyle cannot be satisfied, since I haven't yet experienced the freedom and nakedness of mind that I imagine accompanies the physical freedom when one sheds their clothes. I don't know what my girlfriend would think, honestly, as she still perceives nudity as a very sexual thing. But I was just thinking the other day, as I journeyed to a faraway, wild waterfall and swimming hole, the gross absurdity of our time's nudity taboo. I'm already a bizarre novelty to folks that happen to see me: shirtless, in frayed shorts and barefoot. Taking away that small article of fabric that is my shorts would just about make the sky fall down in these people's worlds! When I really think about it, I see nothing sinful or shameful or even necessarily sexual about taking a nude dip with someone, or seeing a naked body -male or female- walk by. I would be comfortable -and quite happy- walking up to a stream or waterfall naked, and joining other, unfamiliar, naked folks. It seems natural to me, and anything otherwise doesn't make much sense when you get down to it. In the same sense I imagine some closer and more personal encounters of nude life. Just as it would be somewhat strange and awkward, but not necessarily perverted or unfathomably rude, to gaze upon the anatomy of another, so too would it be to 'take a gander' in the nude. Of course, it would be extreme to say 'Can I touch your hair?' is equivalent to 'Can I touch your penis?', but the point is that sexuality is an inherent and primordial aspect of our minds and selves, and that by denying it or keeping it in the dark of our lives we've distorted it. I don't need to make babies and have children with a stranger, or a woman who happens to be a beautiful example of a healthy human being, or -heck- even the woman that stares or gestures towards my penis. My body might respond so, but this is natural. Then again, I might be unlike most people, as I live by and look for spirit in most everything I do (aka, love). Anyone fans of running and dancing naked in the rain? Thank the stars for that! To feel close and connected to the earth and the elements, be it the wind, rain, soil, or sun, is a powerful feeling. I've always cherished knowing this and being able to experience it, and do in every way that I can, in things like barefooting and ultrarunning. I spent the sunny half of the day earlier running nearby fields, barefoot, for a few hours. It was nice and breezy, clear sky. Before long my body was electrified and resonating, in a state similar to the ecstasy of making love. I was intensely aware of my energy and its circulation. Here's Luther Standing Bear expressing this awareness and exchange of energy: "It was good for the skin to touch the earth, and the old people liked to remove their moccasins and walk with bare feet on the sacred earth...This is why the old Indian still sits upon the earth instead of propping himself up and away from its live-giving forces. For him, to sit or lie upon the ground is to be able to think more deeply and to feel more keenly; he can see more clearly into the mysteries of life and come closer in kinship to other lives about him." Oh, and yeah. I'm known for having a lot of words and things to say. Thanks for reading!
You seem to have the perfect life.As a child,I never had the privilege to be raised the way you are living,but we grew up from a barefoot culture where you only were allowed to wear shoes on a Sunday. For one hour,and that was to church,and after church you had to take it off.We went to school barefoot,and that was the norm,the rule and the order. When ever we went to nature,we went naked,scouting,playing,discovering and releasing energy.We went with the herder boys and watched the cattle,and always naked,as was the herding boys,and we had much time to reflect and enjoy the nature,barefoot and naked. We did not have snow in winter,but we had temperatures below 10 degrees Celsius,and by that I mean,ten degrees below freezing point...-10,and the earth was covered in a thick layer of ice,and yet,we went to school barefoot,and spent our winter days barefoot.It was exillerating to feel the ice beneath your barefeet cracking as you walked over felt and sand and stone,grass twigs and thorns,we did not wear shoes.Yet,even in the dead of winter,being barefoot on that ice,nature pulsed her life into us,up our bare feet and blue toes,our legs,engulfed our genitals(scrotum and penis),we did not wear under clothes.Even sitting on the play ground,or in the class,our penis sis dangled loose and out of our shorts,either touching or rubbing the chairs or earth or skin.I loved it,because I felt the earths life pulsing into my young penis,and it absorbing the energy.I always believed that right there.where the tip of my penis touched the earth,honor and trust was exchanged,and there, where my penis contacted earth,my complete humaness became tangable,I was a boy,honoring my great mother with the most sensitive part of my being . When one went mountain hiking through forests,glens and valleys,we went barefoot,and as the hikes carried on,we would gradually rid ourselves of our clothes and go naked,leaving the clothes at a designated place to collect days later,hence,it was your naked selves and mother nature,and would do whatever she placed upon or within you. As I grew older and more isolated,I would go and spend days in solitude within my earthen mothers breast naked and barefoot.I felt that she had exposed her beauty to me in her naked form and person,and I dare not dishonor her by the presence of cloak or garment on my body,nor skin of her children upon my feet,I had to be naked in the sanctuary of her majesty,naked and barefoot.I did not have the opportunity like you to be within a comunity of elders guiding and teaching me,the only mentor I had was this great mother of mine. To honor her is to submit to her,no matter how harsh it seemed or how strange it seemed...answering to whatever she demanded in whatever way,method or technique,no matter how high the price she demanded,whether it be your essence or your life! Yet,in all her demands ,she rewarded it wit joy...the gentle breath of her breeze on your naked skin,the caress of her fingers upon your manhood as you walked through her gardens of grass and trees and shrubs,her passion deliberating at your manhood until it rose in laudatory throbbing,caressing her in return...the scent of her flowery perfumes in your nose,and the tickling of her earth upon your bare foot soles by means of thorns,stoned....sand or mud,earth or pebbles. She demands nudity and bare feet that she might woe you to her delights,and require sacrafice of your male essence.I could never enter her cathedrals of mountains,temples of valleys,or paths of rivers wearing clothes or shoes.She demanded and stil does demand of me nakedness that she may toy with my manhood,and also desire sacrifice of my essence. When you walk within the embrace of her flora and feel it stroking your naked flesh,you realise she only does so to please you,and test your love for her.I often feel her woeing at my heart to but give me pleasure,when you enter a river and feel the water stroking your skin and dancing in a sway with your penis,the warmth of her embrace through the sun on your back,the kisses of the growth on your skin,her seductive passionate melody through her birds,the call of the fish eagle to sacrafice your masculine essence in her presence and all her subjects,naked,barefoot and enlivnes,,one cannot do otherwise but to be naked and barefoot .I feel that wearing clothes or shoes in nature is sacrilege,she woes you with her nakedness,and we ought to respond with equal nudity and sensuality.... Within the human body,there is a sphere where both nature and humanity meet and unite as one,the genital region.I believe,that there where the genitals and gravity,natures energy, meet,a constant mingling of love souls transpire,and she demands atonement.We as humans can only respond and appreciate her glory in pur most virgin state,naked and barefoot.Within us there lies the imminent desire to be naked,to be natural,and share our passions and essences shamelessly,yet wit honor.That is confronting the bvery inner desire to be naked and barefoot.In these latter stAtes,one can com in contact with your most immenent of passions,naked,fereling,living mother nature fully. When one is in nature,naked and barefoot,one feels the primevaltug of the forgotton naked desire as urgency within your genitals,it is not lust,yet it is,but if one listens tyo those passions,feel it and appreciate it,you meet and see the very essence,the very core and soul of mother nature,it is a pride,an openness to be original and feel the original.In nature,amidst her mountains and rivers and lakes in my nakedness,I always am aware of an urgency in my penis and body,an urgency that broadens my stride,numbs the thorns and stones beneath my barefeet-in this urgency,I feel her more prominent,hear her clearer,see her more majestic,and every grass bush,tree branch...every breeze and sensation is amplified,In this penile sensation,I feel naked,am naked,understand naked.. As a teen age boy,I made a ccovenant with mother nature,never to wear clothes or shoes when I enter her domain,and sealed that covenant with my essence.When I became pubescent,I vowed never to insult her by wearing clothes and shoes in nature,and my first ever ejaculation,I I sacrificed to her according to her demand for sacrifice.When one spends time with her,she requires sacrifice and allegiance ,because she gives us life,and demands life.One connot but help to submit and resign to her pasionate groans and demands for sacrifice of essence,it comes automatically and instinctively to her woeing upon your manhood for the taste of your essence. Whenever I enter a new area of natural beauty never encountered nor seen,nor ever entred before,she demands toll,and prepares you for it .As you endeavor to seek out her jewels hidden from others,she begins to toy with your passions,draws on desires,seeks at them by constant tease upon your naked and exposed,vulnerable manhood,persistently. He woes and seduces your manhood so to give the best sacrafice to her.When I enter a new area,I keep my vows and masturbate in the midst of that beauty,and it is then,as if all her powers converge upon that singular masturbation,than single act of obedience and respect for her,,then the rhythm of your hand is in rhythm with creation,the song of the birds,the sway of a river,the heat of the sun,the beating of our hearts, The depth of pleasure she bestows within your manhood is even deeper than the soul,the orgasmic climax is more intense than the piercing of a thorn in the feet ,The ejaculation, further than emotions can reach,the after pulse,stronger than the pang of fear,the warmth that en folds your penis,more healing than a warm body.Even the physical evidence is redder and thicker,and for hours after the sacrifice,you still feel the pulsing lips of mother nature throbbing and lapping at your glans,warmer than the most willing crevice.In that masturbation,you honor mother nature by the cries of pleasure,akin to the most sighing prayer of the saints,the shrieks of orgasmic pleasures are hymns to her, resounding for eternity,Proclaiming her honour.Those masturbations become sacred moments captured in eternity as shrines to her praise,and I always masturbate in nature,as a sign of homage to her,and that's why I vowed as a young teen to always go naked and barefoot,and sealed it with my first ever ejaculation by sacrificing it to her,and always since then by that,honor life with life by means of my male essence .Where the essence drop,it feeds life,and from it will spring life,whether plants,or moisture for insects. Also at places where mother nature is hurt and abused,she calls me to sacrafice my male essence again,giving seeds of spermatic life for the deaths that she had and has to suffer,and at times,at places,she demands more sacrifices.multiple sacrifices,and where in my manhood I bare the bruising effect of it. She demands nudity and bare feet,One cannot appreciate her clothed,nor sympathize with her clothed and shod,both honor and mourning,laudatory masturbations and repentance must be done naked and barefoot!She lies bare,blesses bare,and so oughy we to respond! Nature is intrinsically interwoven within our nudity,and our genitals.It is within my penis that I fee her pulsate life,feed on pleasure and respond to hurt.It is by the nudeness of body and feet united in our genitals,where mother nature gathers our appreciation...The passion stirred in our naked penis or vagina,(In its erection or moistening) that we feel,experience and taste mother nature.When we are naked,we feel her,touch her with our bare feet,feed her with our essence,and dance with her in our masturbations.Our orgasms in nature,are beacons of trust,anchors in her heart,and joy to her soul,shrines to her glory,Our ejaculations are songs of praise,our orgasmic sighs,soothing songs of healing to her heart,and our essence,(sperm) seeds of restoratio..She desires nudity and bare feet... When I am in nature,my nudity and barefeet become extensions of her love for me,and being naked and barefoot,I unite with her and begin to live.The pleasure of feeling insecys tickle over yo,the cool earyh being stroked by your sex organs,the intens feeling of nakedness,the free spirit you feel...the liberty.Being naked in nature and being barefoot completes a person,and we ought to share all of ourselves with her,even our masturbations,and after these sacrifices,one feels very vulnerable,and the best is,if you have no clothes or shoes with you, Cannot hide,and you become aware of how fragile you really are.I make a point of it when I go to my roots to be yotally n*ked and barefoot,I take no shoes,no clothes,and usually after those masturbations,yo feel human,vulnerable,and subject to her mercy,and when I encounter others clothed,even more the vulnerability,And defencelessness,and that reminds you how vulnerable mother nature is,and I am one of her kids.....
