Those Other "N" Words

by Rick Williams

I love the feel of nakedness
and don't care who I tell.
I'll announce it to the world
and everyone else as well!

I wear t-shirts every day to work;
many with "Nudestock" themes.
They're my subtle way of saying,
"There's a nudist on your team!"

At first it was a common thing;
people would always wonder:
"Why would anyone want to see
what's usually hidden under?"

It isn't just about what you see
when you're only wearing shoes;
it's also about how you feel--
it helps you kick the blues!

Bodies differ so very much--
there are really no two the same;
so why should less than perfect ones
be made fun of and/or shamed?

I've had many experiences
of nudism over the years,
but never thought to share them;
perhaps acceptance fears?

Nobody wants to be ridiculed
about things they think or do.
Maybe I thought I'd be seen as odd
and taunting would ensue.

I'd like to think that everyone
is born a nudist at their core;
but alas, most kids are taught
to have those thoughts no more.

Instead, be sure to make it known
that you're a nudist too!
Share those thoughts with those you know--
I'll bet that some will envy you!

Working in the Shop

By Rick Williams

I like to do stuff in my shop,
but not like most folks do.
You see, I putter in the nude,
wearing nothing but my shoes!

It's a lot less trouble to clean dirt
from skin instead of clothes,
but all the hazards on the floor
mean shoes for feet and toes.

Folks would likely gasp wide-eyed
if they saw me working there;
especially when I'm grinding steel
with sparks near you-know-where!

In summer I get pretty warm--
even undressed all the way,
but I can't roll up the garage door--
I'd be a neighborhood display.

You know the double standard
about people with no clothes?
Yeah, women get away with it,
but men don't dare expose.

Someday someone may surprise
and catch me while I'm bare,
but I am willing to play the odds
they'll not catch me unaware.

I love that I don't have to hide
like many husbands do;
my wife occasionally visits me
because she's a nudist too!

Post Christmas Emptiness

by Rick Williams


Christmas day has come and gone,
and another year begun.
The decorations and the lights
are all put away and done.

All the shopping money that was spent
now has to be paid back,
and now we must endure
all the "end of season sale" attacks.

It's not like there's any money left
to take advantage of the deals.
We've only got "so much" to spend
including water, heat, gas, and meals.

But there was one thing that we missed;
or maybe it just stood out more:
the lack of little ones around
seemed more noticeable than before.

No Playskool and no Fisher-Price,
no screams of giggled delight.
No trucks, no dolls, no toys for kids;
there were no kids in sight.

Is this that biological clock again?
A sign of something new?
Aren't we supposed to have
grandkids by the time we're 62?

What a different Christmas day we'd have
with all the excitement little kids do bring.
There'd be paper and boxes everywhere!
Laughing and playing would be king!

The flashes of the pictures taken
would be bouncing off the walls
as we tried to capture all the fun
that was unfolding overall!

Every Christmas when I was small
the same, familiar scene took place:
Which were the kids? Which was the adult?
Oh, the happiness on dad's face!

I still remember that fun he had
all those times back then.
I liked the way he forgot his age
and on Christmas became a kid again.

My wife and I talked, and both agreed:
How cool and different it would be,
if we could borrow someone else's kids
to add Christmas chaos to our lonely tree!