Posts by Nashville Naturist:

Letters from Camp: Get Your Butt In Here

I discovered a fellow could be country and queer after spending a summer in an old nudist camp, where all the fundamentals of my small town, dirt road, dirt poor upbringing were filtered through the kooky kaleidoscope of an offbeat naked backwoods community.

Letters from Camp: Front Porch Fiddling

By Nashville Naturist Nashville.  Music City, U.S.A.  Ask a native what they think about the city’s transformation and be prepared to get an earful.   Three-sheets-to-the-wind bachelorettes do Dixie drag in make-believe honky-tonks.  Make-believe mercantiles sell made-in-China cowboy boots, cowboy hats.  Country costumes.  Bachelorettes in “last hoedown before the showdown” t-shirts puke out of Ubers.  Beer-soaked […]

Letters from Camp

Locusts splatter on the cracked windshield of my busted-up, oil-burning station wagon as I turn off the highway and head down the meandering dirt road. Kudzu vines swallow dogwoods whole and the unsettled summer sky threatens a thunderstorm. On the radio, Tiny Tim sings “I’m Gonna Be a Country Queen,”