Vive les naturistes!

The Saudi total family have cut short their trip to France, following protests by locals, including local naturists.

We reported on how a naturist beach close the the family’s holiday residence was being closed for the duration of his holiday, but a petition of 150,000, plus the compromising of the ‘security’ situation (using power and money to trample over the opinions of locals certainly raised the profile of what, previously, could well have been a lower profile bolt-hole) has led to the royal family cutting short their stay in France.


Beaten! By the naturists!

ضرب! الناس عارية!

A rare victory for people-power, I think.




Naturist beach closed to accommodate wealth and power

Before I got distracted by the spike in viewing figures, discussed in a previous post, I’d logged in to comment on the following story. It appears that members of the Saudi royal family have ordered the closure of a French naturist beach ‘for their security’.

One needs to be exceptionally careful with the Daily Mail, a paper that will do anything it can to demonise Muslims. As a result, it reports that the closure (of a public, municipal beach) is for ‘security reasons’, with its readers then given free reign to comment on how the real reason might be the nudity and how this shows that western values can be trumped by money.

The Saudi royal family own the villa next to the beach, of course, and have every right to stay there within the house and grounds of their own property. But as they’ve owned the property since 1979 and the concept of ‘security’ is now only becoming an issue, once suspects that ‘politics’ is playing a key part in this. How might the closure of a beach on which, let’s face it, users are unlikely to be carrying anything concealed, improve the security? And what ever happened to the spirit of the French Revolution? Liberte, Egalite, Fraternite? Some people would appear to be more free if they’ve got wads of cash to make things happen, and the French seem ready to set aside the tenets of their Revolution in order to do politics. How might bending over backwards to Saudi Arabia, for example, fuel the sales of French fighter jets?



The Daily Telegraph has been reporting this too, and surprisingly is a little more candid about the reasons for the closure. It is, according to locals, to allow the Saudi Royals to have the beach to themselves. Ah! So it’s not security? It’s not even the presence of naturists? It’s money, power and a replication of the reasons as to why Marie Antoinette got her head chopped off.





Beach promenading



With the sea closed for bathing, a morning ‘promenade’ of the naturist beach is the first action of the day. Sylvia and I were heading down to the beach earlier when we ran into neighbours from a few apartments away. I don’t often appear to be in the resort at the same time as this Dutch couple, who speak excellent English, but they’ve been here this week and of course Sylvia has been happy to chat away to them.

When we reached the beach Sylvia and Sanne, the wife of the couple, decided that cafe con leche, milky coffee, was preferable to a stroll, leaving Johannes and myself to walk to the naturist beach’s boundary. Cheeky Sylvia also snapped the photo (above) as we headed off, and others as we returned…but I’m not going to post those! 🙂

It should provide a sense of the unspoilt naturist beach here, though.


Beach tunic: a virtual naturist suitcase posting

I’m grateful to the Sweet Pitulandia blog for posting this item, and something that will go into my virtual naturist suitcase as well as already being something I own in real life and which is one of the first items that goes into the real life suitcase.

Yes, it’s a gorgeous beach tunic, and as I say it’s an item I own and use almost daily on my naturist holidays. It can be chilly first thing in the morning, even in Spain in summer, so if I wake early a tunic like this is something I’ll throw on while making a nice cup of tea to drink on the terrace while also drinking in the atmosphere. I’ve risen before dawn, often, and the bats can be seen flitting around in blue-black light before the birds begin their morning symphony. It’s memories like this that money can’t buy.

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The tunic comes with a bikini in a matching colour. Yes, I own and pack one of those too, you never know when you may end up in a textile situation, even on naturist vacations, but I’ve not bothered to unpack it or wear it for SL purposes.

The tunic can be found at the Emporium Showroom event, and it and the bikini are priced at L$100 for all three items. While I was there, I managed to spot some poses. I’m a sucker for poses. L$65 for the pose being struck in the photo above, and there’s a naturist holiday reason why it captured my imagination.


The tides near Vera Playa tend to erode the beach, and to prevent this happening further, the authorities built a breakwater (see the photo above). Naturists being naturists, it was turned into a landmark, and day and daily you will see naturists posing to take photographs of one another at the end of the breakwater. And yes, I’ve had my own photograph taken there.


x marks the spot

I’ve repeated the photograph, it’s not an upload error 🙂 because ‘x’ marks the spot where I often swim, just tucked in behind the breakwater. It’s a favoured spot because you can leave your shoes (or beach tunic, or keys) on one of the rocks that forms the breakwater, and because of the breakwater I find that even when the seas are slightly rougher it’s still a spot where you can swim without being buffeted, knocked off your feet or get out of your depth readily.

The pose in the top photograph is often one struck by naturists, particularly early in the morning, as the sun is coming up behind them and it’s a pose that seems, well, life-affirming. To be naked there as a fresh day dawns, breathing in and exhaling with pleasure at the sense of paradise that prevails…it’s almost become a naturist beach cliche. There must literally be thousands of us who’ve posed there, and in similar poses too, over the decade or so the breakwater has been in existence.

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We keep out of the sun during the hottest part of the day, but as it begins to sink down again, we’ll take the children to the beach. Once more, as shadows lengthen and parts of the beach fall into shade, a beach tunic like this can be thrown on to provide a little protection from the chill one can experience. I’m delighted to have picked these items up, and you can be sure the tunic will be in the virtual naturist suitcase.





A naked walk



Wherever I’ve gone in the naturist world, the scene above is omnipresent. People will set up camp for the day on their designated spot, and sunbathe, swim and…take a stroll!

Spain, France, Croatia, Studland Beach in England, the Baltic Coast in Germany, wherever there’s a naturist beach, people will exercise their right to exercise at some point on the day and go for a walk, alone or with their partner or friend.

It’s just something we do. It’s not about exhibitionism, either, parading yourself for all to see. You’re on a nude beach. Everyone can see you already. No, this is something more about feeling vitalised, alive, by the naturist experience. The phrase I often use is that I feel ‘plugged in’, able to experience life as it should be experienced.

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If some sim builder were to create a stretch of shoreline with one of those ‘walk hand in hand as a couple’ poses that are around the SL grid, they’d be some way along the path to re-creating a very familiar RL naturist scene in SL naturism.

Pookes is already back at work, I assume, and I return tomorrow, so the posts will thin out a little bit after a ’48 hour binge’ that lasted longer than 48 hours. Thanks to Pookes for helping me clear some of the backlog of stuff, although I see that we’ve both been thrashing away on keyboards with the result that the backlog of stuff we’d like to blog hasn’t got any slimmer 🙂 This is a good thing. We aren’t remotely running out of things to write about.

I’ll be back, blogging, on Thursday afternoon.


My Nude Debut: A series (Monika grows up in the DDR)

I am not a naturist in real life: any longer! I am not a regular naturist even in Second Life, I prefer the social interaction and shopping for clothes when I play, which isn’t a very regular occurrence. But I have been a naturist in the past in both of my lives, the real and the virtual.

Let me explain. I grew up in the DDR, the Democratic German republic, or East Germany as you might know it better, in the late 1960s and 1970s. Of course we were behind the invisible wall that divided us from western Europe, and the real wall that divided us from West Germany, the Federal German Republic as it was known then.

What you think you know about East Germany is probably mostly true, including the bit about East Germans embracing the naturist lifestyle. Of course we did. I maybe wasn’t aware of the full reasons as to why we were all so readily naked at the beach back then. Now, I know it is because it represented a little bit of freedom from what was a very structured and observed life. With the authorities watching all of us, and the Stasi spying on many of us, maybe even me, the FKK beach, the Freikoerperkultur beach, the nudist beach, was a freedom.

I grew a few kilometres outside the town of Wismar, not so far from the West German border, right on the coast of the Ostsee, the Baltic Sea, and summers were often spent at the beach perhaps just like people in West Germany, in England or in America.

I don’t remember that we ever wore swimming costumes at the beach. I don’t remember owning one. We simply went to the beach and everyone got naked to swim and enjoy the sun. I would meet schoolfriends there, male and female, and it seemed normal to see them naked. Or to see the butcher naked, or the woman who worked in the bakery, or my parents. All was normal. At home, at bath time, my brother and I would be bathed together. I cannot remember thinking that he looked so different to me that he had a penis and I did not, that I had a vagina and he did not.

There were four of us children. I have an older brother, two years older, and a sister one year younger and brother three years younger. When I was maybe ten years old all four of us would walk or bicycle to the beach and spend all day there, every day, in summer. At weekends our parents would accompany us.

I didn’t think I was naturist because I had no framework to say ‘this is strange compared to others in the world’. It was how things were. But I do remember starting to feel a little bit shy and embarrassed for one summer when my breasts began to grow, pubic hair appeared and I began to menstruate. For that time I was not so free with my naked body. My female school friends would have been the same. By the following summer the feels of shame or embarrassment at a changing body had gone, we were all back to being naked, every day in summer.monika1_001b

At home, too, all the year, nudity was normal in circumstances where nudity might be expected, either in the bathroom or between the bathroom and bedroom. There was no shame involved, and no shame even during the period of body change. As a young woman, rather than a girl, the act of being naked on the beach became a little more ‘cool’ with us maybe segregating by sex to spend time with a bunch of girl friends and the boys did the same. When ten years old I would have climbed naked onto the shoulders of my brother and he would throw me off and into the sea in our games. Following puberty? No. And in turn my younger brother would climb onto my shoulders and sit naked and I would do the same with him, throw him off into the sea. Games until puberty.

When the time came to choose a boyfriend I ended up with a guy in my brother’s class. Before we started dating we had long been aware of each other’s naked bodies. When the time came to make love for the first time we stripped without fear or embarrassment, already familiar with how the other one looked unclothed. It made the subsequent act of lovemaking much less difficult, I think, than for many others. My first time of sex was nice, I think, not awkward. This is a benefit of that naturist upbringing.

I moved away to Berlin, to university, and the naturism was no more. Of course I was quite accepting of the naked body. I slept nude on hot summer nights, I wandered my student apartment naked if it was warm. I was there at the Wall when people began to knock it down. It felt like such a release. Maybe it is appropriate or not to say that my boyfriend and I stood crying and laughing as it fell and my memory tells me I had an orgasm. My boyfriend and I went home and made love many times with a wildness I had not had in sex before or since.

Once free to travel, I travelled. Sometimes a naturist beach would be close and I would happily swim and sunbathe naked but I didn’t seek it out. I didn’t feel necessarily drawn to being naked. In fact, I bought my first bikini to wear on a beach because it looked sexy.monika3_001b

I have never married or had children. My partner and I now split our time between a home in Berlin and an apartment in Croatia. I sunbathe topless but rarely am I fully nude in public situations. I am not ashamed of my body, but it is a case of us not having much opportunity to be naked on beaches. We sauna together once a week and of course there is nudity there, of both sexes, but I don’t think of this as naturism.

East German naturists, 1989


(Received text translated via Google translate by Ella: Monika photos by Diane Toxx)