running

I've been running every other day (or every few days).  Only about one fourth to one third of my route is under the orange glow of street lights.  The rest gets slivers of light from porch lights and other mild lighting from homes.  And then there's the moon that casts just enough light on the darkened earth to be able to see shapes in shades of the darkest blue.

The moon is also just bright enough to make my untanned flesh practically glow.

There's a part of the route that has a thick group of trees on one side and an empty house on the other (no one lives there).  That portion of the road is the darkest of all my route.  It's there that I free myself from the clingy annoyance of cloth... but only as much as I dare.  I still fear getting seen by one of the brainwashed dermaphobic sheep.  Sheep bleat and trample mindlessly.

Tonight I actually almost completely removed my shorts (I had already removed my shirt because the workout was making me start to perspire).  One day, perhaps not on this route, I'll be able to run with nothing in hand and nothing on but socks and shoes.  No one will see me because no one (where I live) would accept it as innocent.  I don't want to do it for attention (that's why I run late at night).  I don't do it for any sexual gratification (I've never gone stiff while running).  I want to do it for just the experience's sake, to satiate a curiosity, to know what it feels like.  That's all.

I joined a nudists discussion forum.  They're a friendly and insightful bunch.  But I can't join their endorsed Facebook group yet (regardless of the group being closed and by invitation only).

I've overcome almost all of my hesitation to be nude in my own back yard (regardless of whether neighbors can see me (which they can't unless they're conspicuously trying)).  However, my family doesn't "get it" yet, so I dare not while they're home.