Beyond Nudity;

Yes, I LOVE being naked.

If it weren’t for the panic that seems to stir in people at the sight of a bare body, I’d happily walk around naked in my garden. Not to provoke. Not to shock. Not to show off, perform, attract, or repel—but simply because it feels good.

Natural. Healing. Empowering. Right.

And yet, in the eyes of many, nudity is immediately equated with sexuality. Or worse—immorality. In some twisted projections, simply being nude becomes associated with shame, abuse, or danger.

This is the narrative I’m here to challenge.

The Day It All Began

In 2018, I met my soul brother, Mathias—hitchhiker, male escort, nude art model, and founder of a radical creative movement called Beyond Nudity.

He had reached out to join an exclusive Discord group I was part of. Someone had to meet him first. That someone was me.

I still remember the spark of recognition. He arrived with dust on his boots, golden pants, a fire in his heart, and a deep longing to connect people. His dream? To travel the world and document the beauty of the human body in all its raw, wild, silly, erotic, sacred, and chaotic expressions.

Real bodies. Real moments. Real play. Real power.

Since then, we’ve been co-creating—making art in forests, abandoned buildings, on icy rocks by the sea, and within the safety of shared presence. Each photo is an offering. Each session, a ritual.

“But Why Nude?”

But really—why not nude?

For me, being naked in nature is a return to remembrance.

It’s the feeling of my skin breathing with the wind. The aliveness in every pore. The deep, cellular knowing that I am nature. In those moments, I’m not hiding, shrinking, or conforming—I’m expanding.

And when I’m photographed in that state—fully present, fully open—it flips the script. Society tells us we should feel vulnerable when we’re naked. Fragile. Exposed.

But I feel powerful.

And that, I believe, is part of the healing. For me. For others. For our collective culture.

The Body as Art, the Self as Subject

I also work as a nude model for live drawing. There’s a quiet magic in holding a pose while artists observe—not for judgment or desire, but for form, essence, expression. There’s intimacy in stillness, in being seen not as anything, but simply as I am.

I’ve even been headhunted for the TV show Naked Attraction in both Norway and Sweden—where I was offered triple the usual honorarium. I suppose that’s what happens when you show up not just with your skin, but with your soul.

The Mission: De-Sexualizing the Naked Body

Let me be clear: I’m not against eroticism. On the contrary—I see eroticism as sacred inspiration.

But not all nudity is erotic. And not all eroticism is sexual.

I want to help unravel the knots society has tied—where the body is seen as either shameful or commodified. I want to normalize nudity. To remind us all that a naked body is just that: a body.

There’s a vast difference between someone simply existing in their birth suit, minding their own business—and someone being sexually aroused and imposing themselves on others.

A naked body is not an invitation.
Not a threat.
Not a sin.

This, however, is an Invitation:

To those who whisper: come closer.
To those who judge: stay curious.
To those who feel called to strip away what no longer serves: welcome home.

Being naked isn’t just about removing clothing.
It’s about removing the masks. The fear. The programming.

And if that makes you uncomfortable—maybe, just maybe, it’s time to ask why.

With bare feet, bare skin, and a full heart,

Marja Nebula