I am not a good Storyteller. And I am even worse at telling some stories about myself. Maybe it has to do with the fact that I have been insecure most of my life. Insecure about revealing myself fully. Insecure to show other people the real me. My thoughts. My feelings. My sexuality.
Being naked means to bear it all. It is like a very special form of freedom to show yourself as you are. Pure. Without drag. Maybe that’s why I don’t like tattoos, chains, rings or other accessories. Things that cover the naturalness of the body.
I grew up in Eastern Germany. The naturist culture was nothing unusual. And I also started early to be naked on the beach or in saunas. I always felt comfortable there. To feel the sun, the wind, the warmth on my skin. The purest form of freedom. Just liberating.
With my first boyfriend I could never live that completely nudist life. He never wanted to do that kind of stuff. With my current partner for nine years we have been doing a lot of things naked. Together we got in contact with social nudity.
For some years now, I have also enjoyed the sexual aspects of being naked. Especially in Berlin or while traveling. Whether at naked parties or on the beach. Sex with other partners is always an interesting experience. There are also a lot of desirable bodies. From my point of view social nudity and Sex Positivity are not mutually exclusive, as long as there is consent. Sharing nude moments with other guys has made me much more communicative and confident. But it is still a difference if you are simply naked or if you get recorded on photos or videos. I have my issues and I don’t feel 100% confident about myself. Especially to be exposed on the internet. Body positivity is easier in the real world than on social media. There are just too many attractive bodies that you want to measure yourself with. I will never reach that level and have accepted that. With social nudity I have also learned to open up and write such a story about it.
