I’m not sure if I qualify among true-blue nudists as a nudist, but I certainly enjoy being nude and being nude around others. You would never know this from my time in cold and windy San Francisco (nudity + wind + cold = no way, Jose), but in a warm climate, in general solitude, I’m the first to take of all my clothes, like a spirited 2-year-old who refuses to keep his threads on.
Late last year, my boyfriend, Jeremy, sat with a terrific local photographer, Ryan Scott, for a nude series. As you can tell from this photo, many skills in front of and behind the camera are in evidence.
Ryan’s self-portraiture (and nature, and stuff he likes) site is here.
Revel in it all, ye voyeurs.