nudism as an illegalism

It's winter here and my house is cold. Me and the people I live with don't keep the common room warmer than 17 degrees Celsius. So I'm wearing clothes. Readers will not be surprised that I usually sleep naked; that's just my usual habit, from since I was a teenager. At night in winter, however, I have started getting into a new habit the last few years, with at least some success—namely, to wear pyjamas, at least on cold winter nights like this one.

Shedding my clothes as rapidly as possible and tucking in is pretty nice, but pyjamas are actually great too. I hadn't worn them since I was a kid.

Lots of nudists in colder climate zones either move to warmer places, or they winter in their secondary homes in those places, or they just crank the heat to a point that they can tolerate being naked in their own homes despite the subzero temperatures outside. But some nudists just don't do any of that. Or necessarily even want to do any of that, especially if it contradicts other parts of their life.

I won't necessarily live here forever, but I've spent my whole life thus far in (more or less) this part of the world. If your life involves ever stepping foot outside for more than five minutes, clothes are necessary for survival here, at least for a part of the year. Also, ensconced in civilization though I may be, I'm not interested in anything that divorces me even further from the environment that I live in, demands an even greater deployment of energy in order to make my way of life possible, etc.

That's why I'm not usually naked in winter—and I don't even really mind. I live simpler than that. I don't want to spend more money on the heat I'd need to feel comfortable in my house naked, because I think I'd rather spend those dollars on something else. I don't want to grow accustomed to such heat, either, because it may not always be available, even if it is now. (You know, if a civil war breaks out or something.) In any case, I am able to feel perfectly comfortable—cozy, even—in pyjamas and blankets.

Anyway, I will probably write most of these blog posts fully clothed, until March at the earliest. Kinda funny.