I can’t fathom wearing any iteration of Pjs to bed. As a kid I used to wear some form of clothing but there came an age where I just stopped — and I haven’t looked back.

I’ve always been a bit of a nudist, a bit of a primal. I’d spend afternoons running naked through the bush where I grew up. It didn’t take me long to find there’s a sensuality to it, a beauty, yes, but also comfort as well.

I hate restrictions. I hate feeling bound, tied. I like the feeling of the fabric on my skin. Sometimes I like to grind absent-mindedly while I doze off. I feel free this way, and more myself. And I guess that’s where this thread weaves back into my primal self, which I won’t get into as that’s another story for another time.

Anyway. Thought I should put that out there. Would love to hear from other folks of the nudist and primal kind on this if they’d care.