I was at a crowded houseparty many years ago, and there was at least one guy that came out naked. I really admired that guy for his bravery.

Now I share a home. I really quite loath textiles when I think of it. I am always very eager to escape from their confinements as soon as practically possible. My housemate is quite tolerant but a little body shy himself. He rarely goes beyond underwear, but on very hot days I believe he would prefer to be as carefree as me. As a courtesy I most often try and wait until he is at work or gone to bed before I gleefully cast them off. Still, it is common for us to cross paths often when I am nude. We are both used to that, and not a word is usually spoken about it. Living in relatively close quarters reduces the need for modesty. We don't bother too much with doors anymore .

In the winter I'm not so inclined for more practical reasons so I always look forward to my summers. Yay!

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