Q:Would shoes count as clothing? Because I can attest that at least in the city I live in nobody would ever walk barefoot on the streets aside from being exceptionally grimy the risk of stepping on something that would cut your foot is high
The rule of thumb is that if you’d normally wear socks with the shoe, it’s against the rules. If not, you’re probably okay. So sandals, heels, flats and stuff like that are generally okay. I imagine that nudists in the nudist-verse are big fans of these guys for running.
Q:Is it bad that I think Victoria's teacher just wanted to find a way to get her naked?
That’s definitely one possible interpretation
Victoria had identified as a feminist her whole life. To her, there was no greater or more important cause than ending the patriarchy. She fought against sexism and for women’s rights at every opportunity.
Consequently she’d always looked down on nudist women. Didn’t they know about the male gaze? How could women hope to be taken seriously if they were naked all the time, allowing themselves to be looked at and objectified for their bodies? It was absurd that any woman would want to go naked, so obviously any woman who did was another victim of the patriarchy.
That was the thesis of the paper she wrote for her class, Women in the 21st Century. The class was taught by Professor Sandra Banito, one of the pre-eminent voices in modern feminism and one of Victoria’s personal heroes. So it was utterly devastating when that paper came back with an F, putting her grade for the course and her whole college career in jeopardy.
"Professor, I’ve come to talk about my paper," Victoria said, after stepping into her office and shutting the door. "I don’t understand my grade."
"It was a terrible argument," Professor Bonita responded simply.
"But I referenced every feminist issue we discussed in class. I cited all my sources, I even included one of your own books!"
"And yet you’ve clearly learned nothing. Your arguments were fundamentally shallow, and your conclusions are wrong."
Victoria was confused. She’d thought ter argument was textbook feminism. “But how can that be?”
"Victoria, do you think women are stupid?" The professor asked point blank.
"No, of course not!"
"Then why do you suppose that nudist women haven’t considered how they’re perceived?"
"Well no of course they do… it’s just they’re brainwashed by the patriarchy. They subconsciously believe their value comes from their body, so they expose it for men." Victoria explained. But she could tell she was just angering the professor.
"My wife is a nudist," the Professor said frankly. "Do you think I’d have married her if she held patriarchial values?"
Victoria was dumbfounded. She had no idea the Professor was even married. “No… of course not.”
"Victoria are you ashamed of the female body, your body?"
"No! Of course there’s nothing shameful about being a woman!"
"And yet in your paper women’s bodies are defined entirely by the male gaze. You don’t consider that a woman’s body is in fact hers and only hers. That she might be unashamed of her own female form. Or that she might go nude precisely to prove that her nudity isn’t defined by the patriarchy, and she has entirely her own reasons to go nude."
Victoria felt like a small child. How could she have been so wrong? Of course the Professor was right. She did see nudity as embarrassing, something that could only be driven by a desire for attention.
"You’re right," she admitted. "And I’m so sorry. I hadn’t considered any of that. I’ll… I’ll re-write my paper. If you’ll let me."
"I’m afraid not. Victoria, I admire your passion. But my goal is to teach you to think. I’m sure you could write down the perspective I’ve just shared with you, but it wouldn’t show you’ve learned anything. I need students who can think critically."
A silence fell between them. Victoria didn’t know what to do. She couldn’t fail this course. But the Professor seemed to give her no other option. How could she prove she’d genuinely learned something, that her perspective had changed and she’d be a more thoughtful feminist in the future?
Then suddenly, she knew what she had to do. It was the logical conclusion of the Professor’s argument. She stood up.
Victoria was wearing a loose fitting T Shirt and Jeans. She’d always dressed modestly and for her own comfort because she’d always seen doing otherwise as catering to male objectification of her body. That was about to change.
Nervously, she slipped her fingers under the hem of her shirt. Then she pulled it up and over her head and long brown hair, exposing a black bra underneath. She tossed the shirt aside and met the Professor’s eye. The Professor didn’t say anything, so Victoria continued.
She kicked off her sneakers and then unsnapped her jeans, letting them fall to the ground. She stepped out of them and pulled her socks off. She stood now in just her panties and bra.
With a deep breath, she finished what she’d begun. She reached behind her back and unsnapped her bra, baring her ample breasts for her professor. And finally she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties, and tugged them down below her hips. They quickly joined her jeans on the floor.
"Nudism is the ultimate expression of feminism, and I intend to write a new paper proving that, as well as demonstrate to everyone I meet from now on," Victoria said.
"Do that," the Professor said. "And you might just earn your A".
Q:I love the concept of permanent nudity and have enjoyed your Eric and Sarah stories. Building on the last question regarding safety clothing and such. What about PNs who work in a field where they are required to wear uniforms such as police, firefighters, military and so on? I can visualize them strolling naked into the locker room and dressing out for the day's work.
Nope. Employers can’t discriminate against those who don’t wear clothes, so they can’t make their employees wear them, and that includes uniforms. Unless there’s a practical safety justification (per my answer to the last question), nudists work nude.
Q:I just finished reading How Sarah Became A Nudist and I was curious how the law in this world you've built works regarding things like ski boots or ice skates which have to cover the whole foot and the ankle in order to function properly. Are registered nudists legally barred from these activities? How about safety equipment that takes the form of heavy concealing equipment, like radiation or biohazard suits? Are registered nudists allowed to wear those?
Heh, that’s a good point and one I hadn’t really considered. I would think that safety equipment necessary for performing an activity or job would be permitted. You’d have a tough time arguing that ski boots or hazmat suits really count as clothes.
You can imagine some committee of bureacrats somewhere coming up with an insane document that no one will ever read detailing what’s acceptable under what conditions. Most people would just apply a bit of common sense though. If you’re skiing you need ski boots, but if you’re trying to walk around town in them you’d be found in violation of the law.
Though I have to add that on the list of things I’d ever want to do naked though, winter sports has got to be pretty much at the bottom of the list. I’d think the majority of people who’d commit to being nude 24/7 would live in warm climates and stick to warm weather hobbies. :-)
"Relax, it’s only your first day. It takes some getting used to, but just think about how much better things will be now. Think about how much easier it is not having to decide what to wear, or ever getting dressed again."
"But what if I don’t get used to it? So far it’s just been embarrassing."
"Well honey, love it or hate it, you’re stuck like this now."
Q:Would you consider continuing your last post as a Sarah/Eric style story with the character forced to a world she knows little of?
What the hell is going on? she asked herself as she wandered down the street back to her house.
The day had started off normally enough. She met a few friends at the park, where they had a picnic. She sort of dozed off on the blanket, enjoying the warm sun. And when she woke up she was completely naked.
At first she thought it was a mean prank. But her friends just seemed confused at her anger and embarrassment. She’d always been a nudist, they said. They’d never seen her care about being naked before, they said. They even thought she was the one pranking them, somehow.
That was all totally absurd, of course. She’d never been naked in public before, and she wasn’t the kind of girl who ever would do that. And in any case, public nudity was totally illegal.
Weirdly, they kept saying she was wrong, of course it wasn’t against the law, she was a legally registered nudist. Whatever that meant. She did notice that despite her nudity no one else in the park seemed to be reacting like it was a big deal. A few guys were ogling, but no one was making a move to contact the cops. One police officer even strolled right by as they argued, doing nothing about her nudity.
This was strange, really strange. She started searching for her clothes. They must have hidden them somewhere! But they were nowhere at all to be found.
Her group of friends started to part ways. Most of them looked worried as they left, like she was strange for thinking there was something wrong with being in the middle of the park naked!
Finally she was the last one there, and she realized she had no choice but to walk home like this, completely naked. Walking down the street was completely surreal. Plenty of people saw her; there was no way she could avoid that in the middle of the day. But no one acted like there was anything wrong with that. No one seemed the least bit surprised to see a woman strolling down the street completely naked.
It was like she’d woken up in a weird, alternate reality nudist-verse.
And she was one of the nudists…
The brochure had called it paradise.
The island was tropical, beautiful, unspoiled. And in keeping with that theme, residents had to be nudists. All she had to do was work ten hours a week at the small island resort. The pay wasn’t much, but all her living expenses would be taken care of: a free bungalow to live in, free food at the restaurant, and even free drinks. She could spend every other minute on the beach. To her it sounded perfect, and she didn’t have a problem with any of that.
Her only complaint… well, she realized when she got here that aside from the tourists who came to stay at the resort, there were no men living here. It was just an island full of naked women. If that was paradise, she didn’t see how.
Love your blog, my favorite thing on Tumblr. Check it everyday and thoroughly enjoy your stories. Both books were great, bought them both. Looking forward to more stories and posts.