Coexistence Happens With Some Friends

Not long ago, I lost a good friend. This friend wasn't a nudist, nor did he judge or question me. In this friendship, I was the one who embraced nudity. Nudity was simply authentic and frankly unremarkable.

We first connected on an online forum dedicated to discussing antiques. Our conversation began with a table I own, as I was curious about its history. Soon, after moving our chat to private email, we discovered that we lived only about 40 minutes away from each other. I invited him over to take a look at the table, and that's how our friendship started. When he arrived, there happened to be a guide to nude beaches sitting on top of the table. It wasn't intentional, and I didn't think much of it. Apart from the most apparent clues, numerous elements throughout my home subtly reveal my appreciation for nudity. After examining and discussing the table, he laughed and asked if I'd visited any of the beaches in the guide. I confirmed that I had and that I enjoyed them a lot.

As we kept talking, I learned that he was of Finnish heritage and his brother owned a traditional Finnish sauna. He mentioned that Finns are generally comfortable with nudity and don't consider it a big deal, though it wasn't something he personally embraced. Eventually, I came to understand that he had some body image concerns, yet he didn't mind others being nude. We also found shared interests and genuinely enjoyed each other's company. That day marked the beginning of our friendship.

A few weeks later, my newfound friend gave me a call, his voice carrying a note of excitement as he asked if he could drop by. He mentioned he had stumbled upon a pair of chairs that he believed would perfectly complement the antique table I owned. The prospect of this potential treasure thrilled me, and I instantly agreed. With a tentative tone (and testing the waters), I jokingly warned him that I would be in the nude my usual attire when at home when he arrived. I can't quite pinpoint what compelled me to be so candid, apart from the comfort of having a friend who, despite not being a nudist himself, embraced the genuine me. Without missing a beat, he replied that he wouldn't expect anything less, his words imbued with kindness and acceptance.

After about 20 minutes of driving, his car pulled into the driveway of my home. As we greeted each other with friendly words and him the chairs in tow, I couldn't help but feel completely at ease with him here, clothed while I remained unabashedly nude. Although I am generally open and honest, some people haven't been comfortable with my love for nudity, let alone seeing me unclothed. Therefore, it was truly a gift to receive such acceptance and understanding from my friend.

As our friendship developed, I discovered that my friend's house was situated in a rather secluded area with a very private deck. Although I hadn't planned on being nude in his home, when I saw the deck, I jokingly mentioned that I might come over to work on my all-over tan. Without hesitation, he assured me I was welcome anytime. Consequently, I spent many summer afternoons basking in the sun on that deck, unclothed, while we caught up on antiques and various other subjects.

In honor of my friend, I share this story as a tribute to the balance between those who choose to wear clothes and those who prefer to be nude. At times, friends find themselves shedding their inhibitions and joining you in a state of complete freedom, while others might not feel at ease with such vulnerability. Its truly wonderful when people can coexist, embracing their differences and respecting each other's comfort levels. Our friendship flourished for over 28 years with one of us clothed and the other bare, yet it never seemed odd. We consistently valued and embraced each other for our true selves. I shall miss my friend indeed.

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