What’s Your Relationship With Clothing?

Maggie and I have been exploring nakedness and Quakerism for two years (officially at least) and have been out in public discussing it for about 6 months now… and it feels like we’re only getting started! There is so much to explore on this topic.

No, seriously… I laughed when I got the leading to write an entire album about Quakers getting naked, but the real challenge turned out to be keeping it to a single album.

One of the topics that felt so vast as to be overwhelming is clothing itself. If we are called to be authentic and shed the coverings of the world, what then is our relationship with actual clothes?

  • Should we just not wear clothes? (but we’ll get cold!)
  • Should we be wearing uniforms? (haha, we individualists laugh, God would never want that… but its exactly what the Quietist Quakers felt God was calling them to. And the Amish.)
  • Should we just wear whatever we feel like wearing? (but what about John Woolman and questioning whether the seeds of war are in our possessions?)

Perhaps you’re beginning to see how much could be said about this topic.

Here’s where the internet gets really cool.

If you take a moment to tell us about your personal philosophy, submit a picture and tell us where you’re from, we’ll compile it into a page called “Modern Quakers and Clothing”, and… viola! We’re in a real conversation.

Needless to say, we’re excited to see what you’ll write.

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One Response to What’s Your Relationship With Clothing?

  1. Keith barber says:

    I get most of my clothes at second hand stores, and when I can I buy fair trade, homemades, organic or reconditioned clothing. I used to ma ke my own clothes when I was a grumpy punk, spiky pokey dangerous clothes that I hoped would keep the dangerous world at bay. My hair was spiky and I would glue metallic spiky or smelly into my hair. Despite all this, one day a little kid ran up to me in a panic, he had obviously gotten the stranger danger speech at school, and I was recognizable in my neighborhood, so he ran up and grabbed my hand, said he was afraid of strangers and could I please walk him home because he was all alone and afraid.
    I walked him home, awkwardly explained why I had to his baffled looking mother, and walked away just as baffled at how his X-ray vision had seen past all my attempts to be a too scary to be approached porcupine person. Naked.

    So now I struggle with my own gut fear habits that tempt me to embellish or lie or quick label myself to sell the seeing of who I am, doing poorly at it but trying. That is the really scary naked…do I believe I am good just as I am? Enough to be so vulnerable, that is radical far more than molotovs and balaclavas. Thank you stranger kid I never learned your name.


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