A Naturistin -183- I Have Posted Some- Naturist... -

That moment is for me alone.

Today, I want to write about what those one hundred and eighty-two previous posts have led to. This is entry No. 183. I remember my first post on the small, private naturist forum. It was a simple sentence: “I have decided to stop hiding.” There was no photo, no location tag, no mention of my real name. But even that sparse declaration felt like removing a veil in a crowded room. The moderators, seasoned naturists from the Black Forest to the Baltic coast, welcomed me with a single, powerful word: “Authentisch.” A Naturistin -183- I Have Posted Some- Naturist...

In the naturist community—particularly for women who call themselves Naturistin—the online space is paradoxical. On one hand, the internet allows us to connect across borders, to share our love for swimming naked in alpine lakes, for hiking without the chafe of textiles, for reading a novel in the morning sun on a FKK beach (FKK being Freikörperkultur , the German free body culture). On the other hand, posting as a female naturist invites scrutiny. The outside world often confuses nudity with sexuality. A Naturistin posting a photo of herself drinking tea on a balcony, entirely nude, is not making an erotic statement—she is making an existential one: My body is not inherently obscene. German, in its precision, distinguishes between Naturist (a person who practices naturism) and Naturistin (a woman who does so). But the term carries more than grammatical gender. It evokes a tradition: the early 20th-century German Lebensreform (life reform) movement, where people shed not only their clothes but also the rigid corsets of industrial society. A Naturistin walks in the footsteps of women like Adolfine Nipこう (often omitted from history books) who argued that female nudity in nature was a political act against shame-based patriarchy. That moment is for me alone

I have posted some things I regret. Not because they were lewd—none of them were—but because they were curated. A true Naturistin, in the philosophical sense, does not curate. She simply is . And yet, the online space demands curation. The lighting must be soft. The background must not contain clutter. The pose must be unposed. But even that sparse declaration felt like removing

I have posted some statistics, too, in private chats with other Naturistinnen: Of my 182 posts, 11 received negative comments (mostly from outsiders who wandered in). 51 received no comments at all (and those are my favorites—silence means acceptance). And 120 received messages from other women saying, “Thank you. I started because of you.”

That word became my compass.