The doctor told me not to wear clothes for awhile
Seriously! Well, I've never told her I'm a naturist . . . though my lack of tan lines should be a dead giveaway. Anyway, the reason (and the story behind it) is interesting and has a point about nudity . . . eventually.
When I was 12 years old I got myself tangled up in a thicket of poison oak in the hills around San Diego. I reacted so badly that my parents took me to this 'quack' who promptly injected me with extract of poison oak and then instructed my parents to scrub me down with Lava Soap. Needless to say, that was the most excrutiating two weeks of my life. My mother told me many years later that they did not expect me to survive the episode (I had oozing blisters on the inside of my mouth and nose). However, I did survive but while I seem to have developed a resistance to poison oak (and its' cousins), I have developed extreme allergic reactions to a number of other things . . . including cashews (which, by the way, is related to and a member of the poison ivy family). I avoid cashews like the plague . . . however, that is not always possible and a meal at a Thai restaurant sent me into an pretty big allergic response last week. I am only now beginning to be able to deal with the constant itching and blossoming body rash.
The interesting observation . . . besides the fact that not wearing clothes would remove a large irritant and instigator of itching . . . is that my body rash development followed a predictable route. It was the worst in locations that saw the most coverage by clothing . . . and almost negligible on the areas of skin frequently exposed to air and sunlight. I would say that is a pretty good argument for nudism. The skin is far healthier when allowed to breathe.
Fortunately, I'm almost completely cleared up and wary of the holiday treats awaiting. Tomorrow is my first nude Christmas party get-together (an informal affair with a few friends). Can't say that I've ever played Santa Claus au natural before.
When I was 12 years old I got myself tangled up in a thicket of poison oak in the hills around San Diego. I reacted so badly that my parents took me to this 'quack' who promptly injected me with extract of poison oak and then instructed my parents to scrub me down with Lava Soap. Needless to say, that was the most excrutiating two weeks of my life. My mother told me many years later that they did not expect me to survive the episode (I had oozing blisters on the inside of my mouth and nose). However, I did survive but while I seem to have developed a resistance to poison oak (and its' cousins), I have developed extreme allergic reactions to a number of other things . . . including cashews (which, by the way, is related to and a member of the poison ivy family). I avoid cashews like the plague . . . however, that is not always possible and a meal at a Thai restaurant sent me into an pretty big allergic response last week. I am only now beginning to be able to deal with the constant itching and blossoming body rash.
The interesting observation . . . besides the fact that not wearing clothes would remove a large irritant and instigator of itching . . . is that my body rash development followed a predictable route. It was the worst in locations that saw the most coverage by clothing . . . and almost negligible on the areas of skin frequently exposed to air and sunlight. I would say that is a pretty good argument for nudism. The skin is far healthier when allowed to breathe.
Fortunately, I'm almost completely cleared up and wary of the holiday treats awaiting. Tomorrow is my first nude Christmas party get-together (an informal affair with a few friends). Can't say that I've ever played Santa Claus au natural before.
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