Same As I Am Indoors

I'm 53 and I live in Chelmsford. I write software for a living and fiction when the day allows it. I have a son at home and no car, so most of my travelling is done by bike or by train. I use the word naturist rather than nudist. That's partly the fine art training. Nude is elevated. Nude is a pose and a lighting setup and someone deciding what your body means. Naked is just naked. There's far less pressure in it. I'd live this way all the time if I could. Somewhere it wasn't remarkable, though I'd still call it extraordinary for what it does to how people behave. Respect the way of life and the behaviour changes. That's the part I miss when I'm dressed. I put photos on here because the site asks for a face and I understand why. Anonymous bodies are how this goes wrong. So there I am, fifty-three years old, looking fifty-three years old, in the garden with the bins visible. Average male body, a bit above where it should be for my health, which I'm working on. What I'm actually like: I listen to a lot of dark ambient and old industrial. I collect and repair machines from the early eighties, mostly Z80 based, because I like hardware you can hold the whole design of in your head. I read horror. I build worlds nobody has asked for. I'm widowed, which is a fact about me rather than a thing I need handling around. I'm autistic. I'm direct and I take people at their word. If you say something to me, I will assume you meant it. I don't do hinting in either direction. Some people find that restful and some people find it hard work, and both are fair. I don't have a list of what I'm looking for. I'd like to know people who treat being naked as unremarkable and who talk about other things. Conversation about anything other than nudity is a good sign in my experience. I'm not in a hurry. Message me if something here lands. If it doesn't, that's a normal outcome and no harm done.