I was exceedingly modest until I discovered skinny-dipping. Ever since then, wearing a swimsuit has seemed totally absurd. Sometimes necessary, but absurd nonetheless.

I am in the alltogether some of the time, tho not when the back door is open..
/has a basement apartment btw.

I don't think that there's anything wrong with going au-naturale in one's home. Since I live alone, and keep the blinds drawn, it's not unusual for me to go around the house naked, or simply in my boxer shorts.

I'm typically freezing all of the time indoors, so I've usually got clothes on.
But, if the temp is okay, I'm fine being nekkid.

It's the whole prancing thing I'm not good with.

My fiancee and I seldom wear more than underwear around the apartment, unless it's really cold. It's nice, it's comfortable. Hopefully there aren't too many people looking through our window. And if there are, well, they get to see us naked.

And often other things.

We don't care a whole lot.

I answered the nudity question, but neglected to mention that I have a busted ankle and arthritis in both knees, so prancing is pretty much out of the question unless I'm on painkillers.

lol... I moved back home with my parents about 5 years ago to have a nervous breakdown and recollect the pieces of my shattered life, so in that time i've only been naked for the spans of time it takes to hop in and out of the shower.

back when I lived in the real world, I hit the apartment door and the clothes were gone and none went on again until i had to leave again. the fun thing was about the last year I lived there, the building was in the process of going condo, and the apartments were being gutted and redone as peoples leases ended, so my fiancee and I ended up having the building to ourselves for the last 6 months we lived there, so as long as it was after the hours the workmen were there, we even went down the hall to the laundry room and pop machine in the buff, and left the apartment door open all the time too - i mean wide open - even at night. It was great.

hmm... no prancing as I recall tho...

I normally walked around in my boxer t-shirt. But late at night, I ;pve those skinny dip in the backyard pool

One of the big advantages to the single life is nobody cares what state of dress I'm in. This is an especially good thing as I live in a converted attic and during the summer months it gets quite warm up here; I'd much rather open up the windows and strip down than run the air conditioner and end up with a massive electric bill.

Of course, modesty does demand some level of compromise. Since I've been ill I've had more guests than usual (I'm less able to get out of the house, so people come to me) and as a result have taken to wearing pants at all times. I am still usually shirtless.

Not often as I've got young kids, but do enjoy lounging around naked when the time is right.

Nakedness rules. Unfortunately, the wife is always cold. Its not quite as much fun being naked when the other person is clothed.

Prancing is never optional! NEVER!

The hard part is figuring out how much is my right to be comfortable vs. their right not to have to see my man titties.

As anyone who knows me can attest I don't wear a stitch more than I have to at home. I still live with my parents and brothers so I am confined to the boxers most of the time. If I can get away with it without bothering sensitivities, (mostly alone or in a closed room) I am naked whenever possible.

I feel free to leave windows open and have never gotten a complaint, though it is not my intention to show anyone anything. I will go anywhere I please on my property wearing only boxers, and this does include the street visible front yard and whatnot.

I have received guests in my boxers and see nothing wrong with it, though I try to avoid it as it makes some uncomfortable. However the ruling feeling is that it is my right to be comfortable in my environs.

Full nekkid full time however needs to wait till I am the master of my own domain and won't offend my brothers (parents don't really care, except they worry about guests).

Now a really fun discussion is when this all started, I was maybe 13 and decided that I am more comfortable in the natural way and started strutting about nude as much as possible. Though we have never been a shy family I took it a little farther than my parents. It took some conditioning of the family, however they are now adjusted, and the brother who still gives me the most crap about it now walks around in boxers and a wife beater.

Now I am on an active nudist campaign trying to spread the word of comfort. It isn't a sexual thing. It isn't something to force on people. A friend mentioning that there is no reason to hide yourself from yourself can be effective however.

And before it can be asked my kids and future wife (if I ever get either) will be given the choice for themselves but not for me.

I walk around my place in the buff all the time.

I'm naked right now
And no doubt will be again:
Born that way, you know!

I taught the children
That our bodies are ourselves;
We make our own paths.

Answering the door
In the state nature gave us
Scares off the riff-raff.

Modesty
Is sillier than
Nudity.

Is it illegal to be nude in your own home where you live?

Hee. I do love you. I want to cross-stitch the last two and hang it by the door. Maybe embroider some little naked people. Prancing.

Ratbastid has informed me that I have misinformed this group when I said I don't prance. Apparently I prance a lot... I just don't think of it that way. Usually it's the late-night cruise through his office to get something I left downstairs, and the accompanying "hey, I'm bouncy!" jiggle with which I was blessed.

I have been known to prance from time to time and nakedness was never an issue until we hired a live in nanny.

I took full advantage of my roomie's absence this summer. Now that he's home, my naked time is seriously limited.

It's all right, though, it's starting to get too cold for it anyways.