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Hi there. I’m Kristin. I’m 38 years old, currently single (but don’t worry, I’m accepting applications), and yes, I’m usually naked when I’m writing. Unless I’m cold, then I’m in socks. Just socks. Sexy, right? Nothing screams “goddess of free living” like a bare butt and fuzzy raccoon socks. Now before you clutch your pearls and call your pastor, let me explain. I didn’t start out this way. I was born in a normal hospital wearing a normal baby beanie and a suspiciously large hospital diaper. It wasn’t until my 30s, after one too many failed relationships, a few ...

Imagine this: You step onto your yoga mat, feel the cool floor beneath you, and breathe deeply. No tight leggings, no restrictive shorts, no sports bra digging into your skin. You’re just… you. The freedom of moving your body without any layers between you and the world feels incredible, right? That’s the beauty of exercising naked—no distractions, no discomfort, just pure connection with your own body. Working out naked isn’t just a quirky trend. It’s a game-changer. There’s something about shedding your clothes that makes you feel free—both mentally and physically. It’s ...

Hi, I’m Kristin, and I’d like to personally welcome you to my life, which is about 72 percent nudity, 18 percent chaos, and the rest is mosquito bites in places I don’t want to talk about just yet. But don’t worry, we’ll get there. I always get there. Usually too fast and without pants. Now, before you start imagining me as some kind of oiled-up nudist goddess sashaying around like a sun-kissed Venus of the Suburbs, let me just say this: I once knocked over a bird feeder with my boob. On accident. During a windstorm. That I caused by tripping over a rake. Nude. So yeah, I’m just...

Look, I love America. I really do. I mean, what’s not to love? Freedom, fireworks, potato salad, and the God-given right to let your bits breathe in the open air if that’s what your heart desires. And baby, mine desires it a lot. There is nothing, and I repeat, nothing, more liberating than celebrating the birth of our nation with your butt cheeks flapping in the breeze like two proud bald eagles soaring in formation. I’ve been a nudist for years, and I’ve had a few very memorable 4th of Julys in that time. Some involved nudist colonies, some involved Janet from next door ...

Okay, listen. Before you clutch your pearls and gasp “Oh my God, she’s naked again,” let me just say: yes. I am. Probably. If I’m home and the windows are closed and nobody’s mowing the lawn next door, there’s a 92% chance I’m totally butt-ass naked right now. You clicked on a book called The Time I Answered the Door Naked… so honestly, I feel like the nudity part shouldn’t be the most shocking thing happening to you today. Now, you might be wondering, How does a seemingly functional, semi-responsible adult woman with two houseplants and a Costco membership just casually ...

So, you’ve embraced the nudist lifestyle, and now you’re ready to share it with the world—or at least with your friends and family. First of all, let me just say, congratulations! Deciding to come out as a nudist is a huge step toward living your life authentically and unapologetically. It’s a journey that’s as exciting as it is empowering, and I’m thrilled to be a part of it with you. When I first started exploring nudism, I never imagined it would become such an important part of my life. Like many people, I grew up with all the usual hang-ups about body image and the idea ...

If you’ve picked up this book, chances are you’re either a proud nudist, a nudist-to-be, or someone who’s just a little curious about what it would be like to let it all hang out—literally. Either way, you’re in the right place, because this book is all about navigating the often tricky waters of negotiating with your roommates or housemates when you want to embrace a nudist lifestyle. Now, let’s be real: wanting to walk around your home in the buff isn’t exactly the most conventional living arrangement, especially if you’re sharing that space with others. But here’s the ...

It always starts the same way: someone opens a cooler, someone else says “we should totally do it,” and then someone (usually me) gets peer-pressured out of her bra and into a suspiciously warm body of water while yelling “YOLO” with the misplaced confidence of a woman who clearly has not learned her lesson. Hi. I’m Kristin. And skinny dipping? It’s kind of my thing. Not intentionally. I didn’t set out to become the person who’s always half-naked in a lake at 1 a.m. with strangers, soggy tortilla chips, and one sandal. But life, like water, is slippery. And somehow, every ...

Welcome, brave souls and adventurous hearts, to the most liberating (and possibly slightly scandalous) guide you never knew you needed: “Sex in the Ocean and Other Funny and Exciting Places Where You Can and Should Have Sex!” I’m Kristin, your unabashedly nude navigator through the wild, wonderful world of intimate escapades outside the bedroom. Let’s face it—traditional romance can sometimes feel a bit... predictable. Candlelit dinners? Overrated. Cuddling on the couch? Yawn. I’m here to shake things up, add a splash of spontaneity, and maybe even a dash of absurdity to your ...

A book in which I lose my bikini bottom, find my true self, and accidentally traumatize a pizza delivery guy So here we are. You, probably clothed. Me, writing this from a lawn chair in my backyard with absolutely zero fabric between me and this sticky vinyl seat. Yes, it’s hot. Yes, my butt is lightly suctioned. And yes, I’m still going to sit here and tell you the gospel truth: being naked is the most freeing thing I’ve ever done in my life, next to breaking up with Chad the Tax Guy who thought wearing Crocs during sex was sexy. (It wasn’t.) Now, before you start imagining some ...

Hey y’all….you ready to get naked? If so, you’re about to read the right book! Now, before you start thinking this is some nudist manifesto or a desperate attempt to save on laundry detergent, let me assure you: it’s so much more. I’m writing this book as a humorous, yet profoundly serious exploration into the liberating world of nudity. You see, in our society, clothes have become more than just a necessity to keep warm or avoid awkward public encounters. They’ve turned into symbols of status, fashion statements, and sometimes, unnecessary constraints. I’m here to tell you ...

So, You Wanna Get Naked, Huh? Alright, alright, simmer down now, put your pants in a drawer and let’s talk about this. Welcome to Get Naked: Enough Said!—the only book that will make you laugh, cringe, and possibly chafe, all while exploring the weirdly wonderful world of being as God made you: butt-naked and possibly slightly sunburnt. Now before you start clutching your pearls or Googling “Is it illegal to read a nudist book in pants?” let me just say—I didn’t always live this way. Nope. I was once just like you. Wearing pants. Sweating in bras. Adjusting wedgies in public ...

Meditating Nude: Yes, I’m Serious. No, I Won’t Put Pants On. Let’s get this out of the way: yes, I meditate. Yes, I do it naked. Yes, it’s exactly what it sounds like—me, bare as a peeled banana, sitting criss-cross applesauce with nothing but my thoughts, my breath, and the occasional butt breeze to keep me company. And no, I will not apologize for it. People ask me all the time, “Kristin, do you have to be naked to meditate?” And I say: “No. You get to be naked to meditate. That’s the magic.” This isn’t just about hippie nonsense and butt freedom (although, obviously...

Welcome, my lovely, curious readers! If you’ve picked up this book, then you’re in for a real treat. I mean, who doesn’t love a good laugh, especially when it involves a bit of nudity, some unexpected mishaps, and a whole lot of fun? Let me tell you, living a naked life is an adventure all on its own. And I’m not just talking about sunbathing in the buff or skinny dipping at midnight (though those are fabulous too). No, I’m talking about the real, unfiltered, laugh-out-loud moments that happen when you decide to ditch the clothes and embrace life in your birthday suit. Now, I’m ...

Look. You know how some people just can’t resist pushing a big red “Do Not Push” button? That’s me. Except the button is my pants. And the warning sign is usually a friend yelling something like, “Kristin, for the love of GOD, not HERE.” I remember it vividly. The sky was the color of an overcooked egg yolk, and the beach was crawling with families, volleyball bros, and at least one bachelorette party in matching hot pink “Bride Squad” tank tops. A totally normal beach day. Which is exactly why I knew I had to get naked. Now, don’t get me wrong—I was trying to be normal ...

If you’ve ever felt the urge to strip off those pesky clothes and dive headfirst into nature, you’re in the right place. Let me tell you, there’s nothing quite like the feeling of the sun on your skin, the breeze in places where the sun usually doesn’t shine, and the sheer joy of embracing nature in your birthday suit. You might be wondering, “Why on Earth would anyone want to hike naked?” Well, let me tell you, my curious friend, once you’ve experienced the freedom and connection of hiking in the buff, you’ll never look at a pair of hiking shorts the same way again. Clothes...

There comes a time in every woman’s life when she makes a choice—conscious or not—that results in her standing in front of a mirror, bare-chested, whispering to her own boobs, “What have we done?” My moment came on a sunny Tuesday. I was 37, confident, slightly tipsy on hard kombucha, and armed with what I believed was “enough sunscreen.” (Narrator: It was not.) I was lying on my back, topless on a pink-striped towel, feeling like the queen of skin liberation. The sun was shining. The birds were singing. My boobs were out, happy, carefree, practically clapping in celebration. ...

Let me tell you something that might sound a bit odd at first, but I promise it makes sense—there’s nothing quite as relaxing as being completely, wonderfully naked. I’m talking about the kind of relaxation that reaches down into your bones, the kind that makes all your worries drift away like clouds on a summer day. If you haven’t tried it yet, you’re in for a real treat. And if you have, well, you already know exactly what I’m talking about. My journey into the world of relaxing naked started somewhat accidentally. Picture this: a hot summer afternoon, a stuffy apartment, and ...

If you’ve ever looked out over a sweeping Montana mountain range and thought, Wow, this view would be even better if I wasn’t wearing pants, congratulations—you’re my kind of person. Because Montana? Oh honey. It’s not just Big Sky Country. It’s Big Naked Butt Country. There’s something about all this open land that just begs for a little breeze on the booty. The towering peaks. The endless prairies. The wild, unapologetic nature of it all. Montana is basically daring you to drop trou and become one with the elk. And honestly? I accepted that dare years ago and haven’t ...

Look, I didn’t wake up one morning and decide, “You know what would make me feel really in control of my life? Taking off my bra in front of strangers.” That would be weird. Even for me. And I once tried to make banana bread in the nude and accidentally sat on a hot oven mitt, so my threshold for “weird” is alarmingly high. But here we are. I’m Kristin. I’m a loud, semi-responsible, mid-to-late-thirties lady who has gone through more phases than Susan has gone through boyfriends she met at Whole Foods. I’ve been a try-hard corporate chick with power blazers and stress-...