Underneath a post written this past August, about cold weather during summer in San Francisco, reader Fully clothed watersprite said:
"I too am never naked."
How sad.
And how disturbing.
This blogger is a passionate supporter of occasional nudity.
I am a forestander of it, as the Dutch would say.
At the right time, whole or partial nudity is a great good thing.
When bathing.
When changing into clean clothes.
When discussing one's rare epidermal issues with a doctor.
There are of course a select number of other times when nudity is called for. Which I am too delicate to describe. Suffice to say that being 'never naked' is not something one should ever be.
Even in winter.
Under the right circumstances, more than one person could be so. And not surprisingly, I have ideas about that. Being, as you know, an expert on the absence of clothes. Whole or partial.
I too am sometimes naked. Usually twice a day. For the past three and a half years, there has not been any reason to be naked more often than that, which is unfortunate, but I'll spare you the details.
Let us leave it at that.
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