That's an understatement......still....I'm here now........so if its OK to ask....do you know much about the Naturist Nudism community.....no matter how I phrase that question it always sounds a bit creepy.....no creepiness intended....
There is one in subscription too. As far as I am concerned there is nothing sexual about Naturists, it is natural. There is a beach I use not far from where I live in Bournemouth. But it needs to be hot and sunny for me.
I have to agree....my wife and I more often than not unclothed at home in the evenings. We were building up to going to a campsite when I was diagnosed....the she passed away two yrs ago and of course everything was shelved......
Ahhhh YES. Gal I know that! BUT. Can you speak The Language Of Love? .. Oh, two lovers parked on lovers lane Just a watchin' the stars above They don't have to say a thing They're speaking the language of love Ooo-be do-be do-be doo Ooo-be do-be do-be doo Ooo-be do-be do-be doo-be-do-do A-do-be-do-do-do-do Oh, two lovers sipping on a chocolate shake You can tell what they're thinking of Their eyes are saying little secret things They're using the language of love Ooo-be do-be do-be doo Ooo-be do-be do-be doo Ooo-be do-be do-be doo-be-do-do A-do-be-do-do-do-do Oh, two lovers sitting in English class Don't know what the teachers speaking of Ain't learned no English but they're learning fast The language of love Ooo-be do-be do-be doo Ooo-be do-be do-be doo Ooo-be do-be do-be doo-be-do-do A-do-be-do-do-do-do Ooo-be do-be do-be doo-be-do-do A-do-be-do-do-do-do
oddly enough, nearly all the few words and syntax i know in other languages, are mostly about about railways and trains. (nothing else seems to be able to stick very well in my mind although some stuff about food: carne=beef, polo=chicken, and now i'm having a mind fart about pork, chicano poquito claro, and udon are the best kind of noodles in nihongo) i guess trains interest me more the beer. not to worry, i do believe strangeness is good, so i'm not unhappy with my love of the freedom of the diversity of solitude, not from nature but from most humans and how narrow they imagine their universe and the unseen things in it to be. why i'm furry and here. well that and that ideology and belief, that policy is best served by neither but on a case by situation and environment basis. neither loved nor hated my parents. never appreciated them as much as would have made them happier for me to have done so. never really thought about them nearly as much as i probably should have. never wished to make anyone unhappy, just found my happiness watching trains go buy out in the woods where i lived, and the spirit of places out there, and the little creatures that would occasionally let me see them, sometimes within a couple of arm's lengths, if i set still enough long enough to become a non-threatening part of their scenery. watashi wa futsu kidosa gasuki des. smallspur triebwagen ya. and light rail being what the other side of the pond used to call narrow gauge, before the term was appropriated to sexy up the trolly car, mostly be grade seperating it from other vehicular traffic. motor vogon friend to the north and i forget what the french call narrow gauge, dequaville or something like that, for industrial narrow gauge anyway. south pacific islanders have a name for the mostly narrow gauge caine trains too. well i'm being silly but you see what i mean.