Fabio

I popped online earlier to find my good friend Fabio Lazuli also online, and he immediately reminded me of a real life photo I’d used in my profile a couple of years back, I think, which he liked and had asked for a copy to turn into a portrait.

Here it is…

I think this is stunning!

You can find it on Fabio’s pages at imgur.

We then headed off to another sim, where I posed for Fabio in my SL avatar guise.

Many of Fabio’s excellent photographs can be seen on his Flickr album

 

With my Spanish holiday now lurching into view at great speed, I’ve promised Fabio I shall now try to get some good (nude) photos taken while on holiday, photos which I shall pass to him to recreate in art form (I won’t, I don’t think, post the original…but you never know 😉 )

I’ll keep you posted on this as the holiday and post-holiday period progresses.

 

Ella

Intimate piercings

In some ways, I’ve led quite a sheltered life, particularly in respect of intimate piercings. Obviously a nipple piercing or a clitoral piercing are well known, and I’d even have been aware what a Prince Albert piercing meant. But as for other names, such as a tragus piercing (which is for the ear, not even an intimate location) would have been beyond my sphere of knowledge.

In naturism I often encounter many piercings, but would never have thought much about them. More recently, I’ve noticed more of my friends, in real and in Second Life, sporting piercings, and this led me to do some research.

Howie, SLN’s publisher, utilities a glans ring in real and Second Life. This is typically worn just behind the head of the penis and intended to provide additional enjoyment for the male when fully erect. As these can be worn in different diameters, Howie chooses to wear one not for sexual enjoyment, but as ‘body jewellery’.

There are NO glans rings available on the Marketplace, or anywhere else in SL that I can see. However, Howie has resized and rotated a L$10 piercing available on the MP which works. If any of you fellas are into genital jewellery, this is the way to go!

I mentioned this to another SL friend, Wolfgang, and he immediately did the same thing to add to his collection of genital piercings and jewellery.

In the photo, Wolfgang is wearing the same ‘piercing” to create a glans ring. Additionally, he wears a Prince Albert (L$50), cock rings (L$100) and ‘hafada’ piercings which -again- aren’t available in SL, and Wolfgang utilised clit piercings and resized/relocated them to create the effect.

Many SL friends, male and female, are wearing nipple piercings now too. I’ve got a lovely set from the MP, a L$10 set from C2X which offers a variety of hoops and barbells.

I wrote about the experience of getting pierced last month.

In SL I’ve got both a captive ring clitoral piercing and a clit dermal.

In real life it’s just the captive ring.

Piercings are a fairly regular feature of RL naturism, so a posting on intimate piercings merely reflects current RL naturist thinking.

With body adornment now huge in real life, both with tattoos and piercings, there are those who would never countenance either in RL. However, for those in SL there’s ample opportunities to adorn one’s avatar with all manner of jewellery!

Give it a go!

Ella

Vajazzle

 

Vajazzle! Remember how it was ‘a thing’ a few years back, with ladies ‘jazzing up’ their ‘vaj’? And as quickly as it seemed to become a thing, it seemed to cease to be a thing.

Whilst scouring the Marketplace recently, I happened upon some SL vajazzle by accident. Delightfully, several of these items are priced at just L$1, so I treated myself!

I’ve not heard anyone discussing vajazzle for ages, and it wasn’t something I ever did in real life.

 

But if it’s something a bit different and ever so slightly retro (vajazzling would be, what, about 7 years ago?) click the Marketplace link!

Ella

Introducing Amaris

Hi, I’m Amaris, SLN’s new contributor and I’m not a ‘naturist’! 🙂

If this has you spitting coffee onto your computer monitor in shock, let me explain.

I grew up in California, the land of plenty, and for many people out there (I don’t live there any longer) materialism rules. It’s not about how you are as a person, but how much you possess. Flash cars, flash apartments, flash clothes, flash jewellery. Sure, that doesn’t apply to everyone, and some in California are struggling, but there’s a general sort of feel to the place that shouts ‘money!’

My Mom and Dad are what might be called hippies. Both sets of grandparents had lived the American Dream, and done well for themselves, but both sets would discover one of each of their children (Mom and Dad) rejected the materialism and had their hearts set on living a simpler, less materialistic and more spiritual life.

My parents hooked up with each other at a music festival and have been together ever since (they’ve never gotten around to the the ‘bourgeois nonsense’ of marriage).

Three daughters were born. Allegra, Poppy and myself. All of us use Second Life as we’re now scattered around the globe and it’s things like SL and Facebook where we keep up with each other’s news these days.

Mom and Dad now own a small organic farm in Oregon, and live from whatever they sell or Dad makes (he is a skilled woodworker with a workshop attached to the house).

We grew up there, and it wasn’t unusual for some hippy friends to drop by regularly when we were kids and stay for a weekend, or a month, depending on how they felt at the time. Most were regular visitors. Almost everyone could play a guitar, there was no television, and we’d sit out at night on the porch having sing songs while the grown ups smoked weed and drank home made wines that Mom made (and still makes).

We were home-schooled too, and when other kids were finishing school for the day to shoot some hoops or whatever, our schooling would go on in many ways. We’d be out there in the fields and woods around the farm and even in the late evening the lessons would go on about some animal tracks or something. No summer holidays from school either. Our lessons went on 365 days a year.

And a lot of the time we, the kids, Mom and Dad and their friends would be naked if the weather was appropriate. There was no need to dress in summer days (July to September) that would be really hot, every day. It cut down on washing, wear and tear of clothes, and also made us all very comfortable with being naked. I don’t really remember a time when I didn’t see Dad working away in nothing but boots and a hat.

Or Mom in the kitchen, baking in nothing but an apron. We’d seed it all before, I guess, we could really process the idea. You just see ‘Dad’, not a ‘naked man’. And as kids, we all loved the hot days when we didn’t have to wear anything. I think it’s one of those things kids do instinctively and without shame until society teaches them otherwise.

My Mom and Dad would regularly be naked at home

Mom and Dad also had an open relationship, where they’d each have sex with some of their friends. Shocking? It wasn’t something being done in front of us kids, and we only learned about this in our mid to late teens when Mom and Dad probably thought we could handle the fact. It maybe was still a bit of a shock to find your parents take other lovers, but it seemed to work for them and they remain devoted to one another (and are now monogamous with each other in their older years).

There was also a huge amount of weed in evidence as we grew up.

Again, it wasn’t done in front of us, but I was familiar with that smell 😀 by the time we did get old enough for our parents to tell us what it was and what it did. Irresponsible parenting? Quite the opposite. When my oldest sister was caught by the police with a joint in her pocket (given to her by a school friend…she hadn’t even drawn a parallel between what she’d been given and a familiar smell around the house. Neither would I have done so!) and brought home, Mom and Dad sat us down with a loooong lecture about the dangers of smoking, the pluses and minuses of using it, and the dangers of tobacco in general. It was all spelled out for us.

Kids are kids, though, and we all started smoking it anyway, lol, and we’d smuggle bottles of home made wine out to the creek where we’d get drunk at an early age, probably the same age as kids in conventional homes though, and we’d camp out all night with a fire and skinny dip in the creek.

My older sister, Allegra, then went and did a couple of things that shocked our unsociable parents. She got a septum piercing and a tattoo. The septum piercing was OK, our parents said, but the tattoo was permanent, and not so highly thought of at home. In fact, there was a bit of a rift between Allegra and Mom and Dad for a while. But they eventually got used to and accepted it as part of youth culture that had changed since they were young. Allegra stopped at just one tattoo, but became a bit of a piercing junkie. Nipples, clit ring, belly piercing, eyebrow, ears..

Poppy, my younger sister, took exactly the same route. One tattoo, many piercings. In the meantime, I remained free of both for a long time. I finally took the plunge and got my nipples pierced, after which numerous other piercings appeared and, finally, a back tattoo of my own.

My avatar wears the same piercings I do in real life.

 

 

I’m very, very comfortable with communal, mixed gender nudity, I’ve grown up with it all my life, but no, I wouldn’t describe myself as ‘naturist’ at all.

I am, however, very much involved in ‘alternative lifestyles’, and my future posts in SLN will be from that perspective. Of course, this may involve a fairly relaxed attitude to clothes!  Hope to see you all soon with my first real articles for SLN.

 

Amaris

 

Here comes the summer

After months and months of winter, summer has appeared in the UK.

Long time readers of this blog will know that over the fence at the bottom of our garden lies a body of water leading into the Irish Sea. The next house is 1/4 mile away, and it’s all farmland, so the ‘beach’ over the fence -often merely a location for various bits of flotsam and jetsam washed up, or a lavatory for cows that have managed to break out of a neighbouring field- is usually free of people (and, it must be said, animals too).

As a result, naturist sunbathing is possible. Swimming too, but I never trust an isolated sea where currents may come into play while swimming alone, so I’ve never done anything more than paddle.

We’ve also fenced off our garden and put a lockable gate at the bottom of the garden. Nothing to do with being overseen while sunbathing nude, and everything to do with the beach being out of bounds to the children, for safety reasons.

Oddly, with the reappearance of the sun has come the reappearance of naturist related media stories. I’ll admit I really struggled for writing inspiration this last winter.

Anyway, ‘Granny’ (Audrey) and I managed to get down onto the beach today for a bit of a walk. We didn’t go fully nude, but a nice topless stroll was exhilarating nonetheless.

Ella