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Interview: Dean of Black Nude Taurus

ReNude Pride

It is my honor and privilege to introduce to all of you Dean “Dandy-Deen” , the author of Black Nude Taurus  blog (click title to view). He’s the “sleeping beauty” pictured in the photograph above. I met Dean this Spring and we’ve been communicating via text and email throughout our friendship. He’s a very fun guy to know and is a personable nude dude – full of energy and enthusiastic about life. The labels that Dean prefers to use to describe his serious allergy to clothing are: full-frontal, au naturel, nude, naked, bare, unclothed and clothesless. In this regard, he’s my type of man!

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Erectilephobia

ReNude Pride

Erectilephobia is my own term for any man who allows his fear of possibly having an erection in public to prevent him from trying social nudity. The most unfortunate aspect of this situation is that there is an equal possibility that the same man will not have an erection in public and therefore he’s allowing this possibility to prohibit him from the camaraderie and joys of social nudity. Arousals (erections) aren’t available “on demand” so none of us are immune from this happening, but we’re realists and refuse to let that possibility stand in our way of enjoyment.

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I made it into a Times article about naturism…

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Following the success of the article I contributed to in The Atlantic around Nudists and Social Media, I was contacted out of the blue by a reporter from The Times in London. She’d read the Atlantic article and was keen to do a follow up article.

I agreed and that same evening did an interview by telephone with Gurpreet (the reporter) it was about 20 minutes long and covered a lot of points about naturism for me and using social media as a Naturist.

The next day I received a call from the picture desk team who wanted to arrange for a photographer to visit. I arranged for them to visit on the Thursday morning. Chris, the Times photographer arrived with a host of photographic equipment and we spent a pretty surreal hour in my garden and a few shots inside of me clothed to begin with and then nude…

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Shaving.

I really am thinking about quitting the whole shaven crotch routine when it comes to Naturism.  It just doesn’t feel right any more and at times i feel its a hassle.  I always shaved my pubic region because I thought that that was what naturists did and were supposed to do.  But now I just don’t know any more.  Maybe I’ll shave my pubic region one last time and let it all grow out afterwords to see how I feel about it.  Over the last few years I’ve seen more and more naturists who have allowed the hair on their crotches to go unshaven, maybe I’ve had it wrong all this time.

So You’re a Naturist?

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A Facebook friend and fellow artist sent me a message saying she had read my bio on my website and asked me; “So, you’re a naturist? Good for you. You are very courageous and I am proud of you for embracing and affirming the person that you are”.

She certainly took me by surprise with her comment and we talked for awhile as she asked me if John was a naturist as well, of which I told her no.. She had a few questions regarding naturism and I was more than happy to oblige.

I told her how it was another part of me and that I did very normal day to day chores only I choose to do them clothes free. As the conversation went on I realized that she was genuinely interested. It wasn’t something for her as she has issues even going to the beach in a…

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Welcome to the naked city: sun, swingers and very little shoplifting

Modernism and naturism meld at the world’s biggest nude town, Cap d’Agde in France, which swells to 40,000 people in summer. Could there ever be a naked metropolis? Phil Hoad exposes himself to nude urbanism.

Welcome to the naked city: sun, swingers and very little shoplifting

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We were born naked, but no one shows you the way back. I’ve just paid my €8 and walked through the pedestrian gate at Cap d’Agde’s world-famous naturist resort in the south of France. What now? A stark forecourt stretches out imposingly ahead. Is there somewhere to change, I ask the guard on the gate, as a group of baseball-capped lads stride blithely through. He nods at a set of lockers. But hauling down my kecks right here at the entrance feels wrong. Only one thing for it: do as naturists do, and make for nature. Several minutes and half a bottle of sun lotion later, I’m huddled tentatively in my birthday suit on a Mediterranean beach, one halloumi-hued Englishman in a griddle-pan of sizzling brown cheeks.

The entry procedure is a bit unforgiving, but beyond is something unique: a fully functioning town with largely naked citizenry, which grows to 40,000 in the summer. Only a day later, I’m happily part of a nude queue in the deli lining up for tabouli and octopus salad, while a hardbodied gay couple pore over a side of beef. Since the 1990s, Cap d’Agde has gained a lurid reputation as a meat market par excellence. Europe’s libertines and swingers flock here to participate in what Michel Houellebecq envisioned in his book Atomised as the perfect “sexual social democracy”. But every facet of ordinary city life is here, too: a bank, a post office, several supermarkets, concrete arcades lined with hairdressers, fishmongers, opticians and clothes boutiques. Throughout, fully dressed staff (a formality that apparently developed of its own accord) cater, with surreal nonchalance, to the great unclothed.

Nothing on this scale exists anywhere else in the world. Most naturist resorts are arcadian retreats from city life. Last year, Munich created six urban naked zones, but they were in secluded parkland. In 2012, the supposedly skin-friendly San Francisco chose to outlaw public nudity, except in specially sanctioned public events.

Well I know where I will be moving to when I retire.