Evan Nicks

@nudernix.bsky.social

Desert-based filmmaker, dad, nudist historian. Humanist. Geriatric millennial. Grandson of Rudolph Johnson (pictured). Following may result in seeing me naked. Publishing @planetnude.co Hosting @nakedage.bsky.social Director @wnrl.bsky.social

Naturism isn’t for everyone. Neither is scuba diving. Opera. Backpacking. Flying airplanes. Going to space. But it’s the one thing anyone can do in their living room.

Did anyone out there participate in #SkinnyDipDay this year and want to have their photo featured in our @planetnude.co wrap up post? Whether it’s a group photo or solo shot, we are sharing a gallery of participants around the world. Reply with them here or email to me at evan@planetnude.co

We're back! Naturist Vintage started on Twitter years ago, took a nice long break, and now we're picking things back up here on Bluesky — same sun-soaked history from the archives. Starting with this poolside afternoon at Camp Goodland, New Jersey, 1965.

My siblings and I said goodbye to our dad this week. My dad was a tour de force too big for this world; a generous and funny father-figure to many beyond his own family who taught me to think for myself and be proud of what makes me unique, and I’ll miss him forever. We are sad but celebrating him.

Bryan Nix in his Howdy Doody era The man in his prime Me and my dad My dad and I

Here’s the other thing. Your body is like a fingerprint. There are identifying markers all over it, including the basic shape of your form. Anyone determined to identify you could do so easily with a faceless nude. If anonymity is the goal, you should be blurring everything.