Jason

Sometimes I feel like a "wild child," i.e., a child thought to have been raised by wolves. I find I have a lot in common with the historic case of Victor of Aveyron. Like him, I became a nudist not for any philosophical reason, but because my body dislikes clothes.

People who understand autism, who don't buy into conventional ideas of "success," who are curious about the world beyond their home and work concerns. I get a lot of friend requests from people who seem to do nothing here but collect friends, maybe occasionally join a group but then never participate. I am not interested in those kinds of requests.

I have a plot in a nudist community in the Dominican Republic (Cambium is the community's name). I want to go live there permanently, but first, I must find a way to gain legal residency. When I am there, I love tending to my gardens and fruit trees, watching the birds, and studying the butterflies and other insect life. Year-round growing season, year-round nude season -- this is the beauty of the tropics.

Someone's Sister, Wild Child, They Might Be Giants, Jaci Velasquez, Amy Grant

"Mozart and the Whale" is a movie I strongly relate to.

Why have heroes when everyone has feet of clay? I prefer people who love and are likable.