I was made for dares

I won't get into what I've done while drunk or drugged because I've been totally clean for 16 years and I consider those sort of recollections part of the "war stories" we in the program aren't encouraged to dwell on. But I'm still a nudist at heart and here are a few things I've done and in some cases continue to do.

When no one is at home, I strip down to any type of shirt that covers my genitals because I have a large picture window that faces the road and the neighbors across the street. I go about my usual business that I would otherwise do in textile mode and don't have to worry about being labeled a pervert simply because I'm a man. I'd like to see the day when a little bit of societal forgiveness in that area can be shared with the ladies.

Anyway, at night I like to again wear a shirt when I go out on the back patio (which faces acres of township-owned woodland) and sit there with a cup of coffee and peruse the internet on my iPhone. It's when I sit in the chair that I lift the shirt high enough to let my private area get some air. There's enough shrubbery between my house and the other adjacent neighbors to block the view to the point where one would fervently have to try to see me, rather than being in plain sight. One day I hope to erect privacy fences along a back portion of the house so that I can freely "nude it" any time of the day. On occasion, I've gone to check the mailbox and retrieve something from my vehicle at night wearing only a shirt.

When I visit the nudist club I frequent, I'll remove my pants even during the day and be mindful to let the big rigs pass on the drivers side of my vehicle (as long as there's no passenger). I keep a length of clothing material on the console in case there are multiple rigs on the many multi-lane roads I navigate. At night, I only cover up when I pass through towns where buildings and homes are close to the road.

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