The first day back in an office, I put on a pair of chinos and a button-down. It felt like a straitjacket. The waistband cut into my navel. The collar brushed my neck like a warning.
There was the "sunscreen smudge" on the laptop screen—a constant battle. i miss naturist freedom work
Naturist freedom work is the removal of social static. The first day back in an office, I
There were flies. Oh, the flies. There is nothing quite like trying to meet a deadline while a horsefly mistakes your thigh for a landing strip. The collar brushed my neck like a warning
If you have ever experienced a period of your life where your labor was performed in a clothes-free environment, you know what I mean. And if you are currently wearing a tie or a pair of uncomfortable slacks, you likely feel that absence every single Monday morning.
And I know I am not alone. There is a quiet legion of former naked workers—freelancers, artists, writers, coders—who feel that same ache every time they zip up a fly.