Jimbo9's Indoor Closet Nudity

Yet all my life, I've more or less observed my conventional culture's social standards in regard to clothing.  To do that, and still excercise my right to bare my skin to the air, I've mostly practiced my nudity in a manner typically acceptable in this culture: out of anyone's range of vision.  Well, that's getting old.  But I'm still doing that out of deference to others.

It's just that I'm getting to the point where I want to seek out more situations where I can socially mix in my natural state with others of like mind .  This business of doing it solo all the time is getting extremely tiresome.  So it is with eagerness that I join my brother Max in taking a more active role to advocate changes in our culture which would provide for more clothing optionality.

Being divorced and living at home with my 75 year old mother still has some impact on my personal life style, of course.  No way am I going to be able to change much of that overnight.  Like our overall cultural change, any changes will have to happen gradually.  And it will definitely happen without Mom's participation or witness.  She's a staunch Southern Baptist and would be completely scandalized to witness any of my natural skinned preferences.  She's happy with the clothing culture as it is and does not care to change it one whit, thank you. (Even though, to her, everything already appears to be going to hell in a handbasket.)

But, me?  I grew up in the fifties and sixties.  My generation is all about cultural changes.  Patience is the key, though.  So, around the house, I still only practice my preferences behind the closed door of my room or, on those select occasions when Mom is out of the house. 

See, even though she's over 75, Mom still gets out and about a couple of times during the week.  Since she is out on Sunday mornings, that's pretty much my time of expanded freedom about the house.

To the right, then, we see the first thing I do on Sunday mornings.  I hop right out of bed as soon as I hear the old Plymouth Fury III pull out of the driveway and start making myself some breakfast.  My favorite is to zap up some eggs in the microwave with those slices of processed pseudo-cheese; that's what you see me doing here.

There's this giant coffee cup, it's really a bowl, that I use all the time.  Toss in 3 or 4 eggs and whip them up a bit, then toss in 3 or 4 slices of the cheese stuff.  Next, toss in hot peppers or onions or garlic or cut up lunch meat or whatever you want in the eggs.  Then zap it in the microwave for a couple of minutes, take it out to stir it up, then zap it some more until you have the eggs within your preference ranging anywhere from runny to solid.

After breakfast, it's time to do the (ugh!) clothes.  I have a limited wardrobe, so it's necessary to wash every weekend in order to be able to cater to this culture's dysfunctional insistance that I wear clothing most of the time. 

So, to the left here we see me bringing my dirty laundry out from my back bedroom and into the garage where the washer and dryer are.  A bit of sorting, add some detergent, then start the washer cycle. 

One advantage of doing it in the nude is that I can wash everything.  Another advantage is that it all seems much less like work that way.  Max's idea of being able to mow his yard in the nude is suddenly making more and more sense to me.

Well, there you have it: a typical closet nude's lifestyle... today, at least.  Tomorrow?  The lawn!  Later?  THE WORLD!

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