Hi. Of course ‘Flower Fairy’ isn’t my real name! 🙂 It was something I picked for my Second Life avatar to reflect the sort of character I wished to represent, and also be a reflection on my real life personality.
You can all call me ‘Flo’, though! It will be easier than calling me ‘Flower Fairy’.
I should begin by saying I’m in my mid-20s, and grew up in communes in places like Denmark and Wales by alternative lifestyle parents, an English father and Polish mother. I guess my life has always been beyond most people’s usual conventions. Home schooled until I was 18 when I undertook a conventional baccalaureate and embarked on a conventional degree course which I finished a couple of years ago.
That communal lifestyle did have some aspects of it that were very unconventional, I suppose. I was taught by my parents that a naked body is not something to be ashamed of, and I’ve been comfortable with nudity since before I had memory or understanding of what nudity was. Even the awkward puberty stage wasn’t something that presented any horrors to me, and I watched my friends, male and female, develop from girls and boys into men and women, with an easy sense of being comfortable with both their and my casual nudity.
I’m not a naturist within any sense of how you might regard your naturism. Nakedness has always been part of my life, and I’m fine with that. I have visited nudist beaches and had no fears undressing, so in that sense I am the same sort of naturist as you are. But when growing up, certainly in summer in commune life, it wouldn’t be unknown for me, or others, to go days or weeks without wearing clothes at all. There wouldn’t either be any feeling of shame when naked if others were clothed.
I feel as if I could write much, much more about myself, but perhaps it’s better if I allow myself to become known over the next few posts I make.
In New Zealand’s hippie communities there has been a backing away on the nudity question in an attempt to be more main stream. To begin with, however, going naked was the usual practice in some. Places like Wilderland in the Coromandel (founded 1964) were known for nudity and in a book published in 1975 prominence was given to this and as recent as 2009 a bare breasted woman featured on the main page of their website. What is interesting about this is that the original picture (from 1974) included a naked man and another in the distance which was cropped out. When I visited Wilderland in 2010 nudity seemed to be on the backburner and appeared to be confined to the community’s housing and not around the hall and internal road. Previously you could come across members naked anywhere. There is a famous story of a British MP visiting Wilderland in 1974 as Wilderland was at that time seen as a model community in NZ and his driver having a run in with a naked woman near the hall over how his official vehicle was parked. Incidentally the same women pictured mentioned above. Evenso, today, they appear to be quite open on the issue and we even had a discussion and I was invited to put forward a proposal. As I was a visitor I thought it better to not go any further. The current policy or practice is that nudity is fine except at and in the vicinity of the communal hall and on the road in. When I attended the 50th anniversary in 2014 I attended a workshop in which the ‘old hands’ spoke. Early on Dan Hansen, the founder with his wife Edith, were developing Tangelo orchards and had an arrangement with a fish factory for fish waste. You could always tell when the truck was coming, by the flocks of seagulls. Anyway on this occasion the truck went to a wrong location on the farm. The next minute a naked woman appeared from the bush, jumped on the running board of the truck, and said something like, You drive, I’ll steer, quite an experience for the 18 year old young man behind the wheel. Another story I picked up was from the late 1970s where word had got around about Wilderland, and tourists would drive in hoping to catch a glimpse of those naked and take pictures as well. In those years naked living was de rigueur, the ‘old hands’ who spoke at the workshop would spend days naked, so much so that Wilderland was known locally as ‘naked city’.
Welcome Flo and I’m sure you will enjoy yourself here.