My life in the nudist colony. I decided to join an outdoor bathing society a few weeks ago. Looking back on those days, I realize that I must have been the only one who attended without any clothes on. It was quite a liberating experience. But at some point, the director of the event decided that I'd had enough freedom, and made me put my underpants back on. And she also had some issues with my inner solitary contest to stuff as much grass in my mouth as humanly possible before she would promptly remove me from the premises.