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This report was written by Twix.
Twix's journey.
Prologue
This is a fairly
disjoint series of writings describing how I felt when I decided to try
naturism. In retrospect, one of my main reasons for trying this a
reaction to my proverbial "guilty Catholic" background. I was
rebelling. The idea of going nude, anywhere, was and still is
considered Young. At least in my background; the Vatican is finally
starting to waffle on that, but not the ultra conservative
French-Canadian mindset I came from. For reasons I don't quite know, I
kept a "log" of how I felt when I decided to try this. Those
disorganized notes follow. Try not to laugh too hard.
Part I: (dated late January, 1999)
I started exploring
naturism on a lark. One day at work, one of the magazines that came
into the library (Sierra, I think) had a small ad for the Bare
Necessities cruise agency. The ad featured a profile picture of a woman
watching a sunset. She was obviously nude, but the picture was anything
but sexual or graphic.
The ad included their
web address, so just for fun, a co-worker and I went to the site, got
past their questionnare with a pack of lies, and started reading. Keep
in mind that the co-worker in question was female. We looked over the
site, and got a few laughs from it. Why did we laugh? I don't know. The
people shown there were obviously enjoying themselves, so perhaps we
were laughing from envy that neither one of us had the guts to do
something like that.
I went back to that
site the following evening, from my computer at home, only this time I
took a serious look at what the site had to offer. Mind you it will be
quite some time before I can afford a cruise like that, if ever. But
perhaps that isn't important. By following other links I found that
there are many different ways to enjoy the Naturist lifestyle. At this
point I started to remember some of the "naughty" things I did when I
was younger. Namely, going for a nude romp in the forest near my home.
I don't remember what it was like; all I can remember is the excitement
of doing something so culturally forbidden and *getting away with it.*
And there was the night
I went for a walk along the railroad tracks during a scorching hot,
moonlit summer night. It was almost 90 degres out, and it was around 10
PM. I remember standing on the railroad tracks and for some reason
taking my t-shirt off, pulling down my shorts, and enjoying the breeze.
I only stood there for a few moments, beause I was sure that if someone
saw me I would be arrested. But I remember how nice the slight breeze
felt on regions of my body that are normally covered with cloth.
That was several years
ago. Today, if put in the same situation, I would carry a small
backpack, and rather than simply stand on the tracks, I would put my
clothes into the pack and continue to hike down the tracks. I would go
all the way to the lake near the old quarry, listen to the crickets,
and just enjoy being, well, natural.
A moonlight hike
through the forest; sort of a variation on the time honored moonlight
swim. Trouble is, that area has seen a lot of development in recent
years, so the chances of me getting all the way to the lake are pretty
small. But, there are plenty of lakes, and plenty of railroad tracks.
I'm sure I'll find something eventually.
Part II: (February - March)
I don't know exactly
when it started, but I think it was during an unseasonably warm spell
in January of 1999. I would normally come home and immediately get out
of my "work clothes" (dress clothes, jacket, tie, the works) and into
what I considered real clothes: jeans and either a T-shirt or
sweatshirt.
By this point I had
been sleeping in the nude for some time. That was mostly out of
convienence. I owned a set of pajamas, a throw back to my guilt ridden
Catholic upbringing, but they are old and need replacing. I haven't
bothered to replace them, and have been sleeping in the nude almost
every night for the past several months. I found sleeping nude to be
far more comfortable, and I seemed to be sleeping better. But then, is
anyone going to slam me for sleeping nude? Lots of people do it. If it
was illegal, lots of people would be in jail.
Back
to the heat spell. I got home from work, and as usual I headed for
those wonderful jeans and t-shirt. But I was so uncomfortable from a
day full of meetings, an overheated office, and crowded trains, that I
decided to take a shower first. So, I took a long, leasurely shower,
then went back into the bedroom to change. But for some reason I never
put on the jeans and tee. I found the warm air of my apartment to be so
soothing and comfortable, that again I decided what the heck, and
remained in my birthday suit. I locked the door to my apartment. No one
was going to disturb my inner sanctum, and no one was going to tell me
to put my clothes on. At least not that night.
That was weeks ago, and
now I frequently spend time nude. Sometimes a draft comes into the
building, or I have to walk to other parts of the building, and in
those cases I go back to the good 'ol jeans and t-shirts. But I have
found nudity to be so relaxing and comfortable, that at the end of the
working day I can actually feel the heat and persperation of my body
straining to escape from under my clothes. When I have the choice, I
strip down to nothing but my eyeglasses and wristwatch.
Part III (looking back from several months later)
When I wrote that last
part, in early April, I hadn't yet attempted social nudity. The
prospect made me extremely anxious, but still, I wanted to try it.
Given my history of low self-esteem, this was surprising. For as long
as I can remember the notion of going to a place with other people and
walking around with my penis hanging out and my buttocks in plan view
was unthinkable. But I wasn't only thinking about it, I thought it
might be fun!
As with many men, one
concern was my hormones. The first night I went nude, I had a recurring
erection, perhaps because I was enjoying something that my guilt
riddled Catholic upbringing said was Young. I was breaking someone's
law, doing something forbidden, and I was getting away with it! Sort of
an "in your face" type of statement. It was as if I was telling the
stress-filled world to go fly a kite. So long as I was in the safety of
my locked apartment, my inner sanctom, my clothes were unnecessary. The
world couldn't reach me without making a racket, and I greatly enjoyed
that fact.
A few weeks went past,
and my body still seemed to be enjoying the "novelty" of being nude. I
was constantly aware that I could have an erection at any moment, but
over time I noticed that a "stimulant" was needed. The site of a naked
woman didn't immediately get me going. I assumed that was a good sign.
I
will also confess that I don't consider myself very attractive, and a
lot of the time I'm a bundle of nervous knots, thanks to a history of
emotional problems. But I've been slowly recovering on that front; this
may turn out to be another phase of that.
Part IV (April)
I've been spending a
lot of time on the Internet surfing the various nudist and naturist web
sites. I've been reading different accounts of what it's like to be a
Naturist, and on the whole I'm encouraged. I don't consider nudism a
mortal sin. Ill-advised under most circumstances perhaps, but not it's
not a guaranteed ticket to Hell.
I'm a
little concerned about what my family and long time friends would think
of my little foray in naturism. If I get serious about it, they are
bound to find out sooner or later. I'm also single, but I don't plan on
remaining so for my entire life. I hope that when I find that special
someone, she's open to the idea of social nudity (if she's not already
a practitioner). These are all things I'll have to deal with sooner or
later, but for the moment, I'll let them come to me. As a wise person
once told me, "don't borrow trouble."
During my nude web
surfing I've been paying special attetion to the illustrations.
Everyone in them is either nude or very close to nude, and while a few
of the illustrations are sexually charged, most of them are not. These
are just pepole having a good time, and no more. They don't happen to
have clothes on; part of their fun seems to come from the fact that
they are without clothes. Innocent, and totally free of everything the
world has ever imposed on them. I envy them.
I guess what I'm trying
to do is adjust my mindset to accept the idea of non-sexual group
nudity; perhaps I'm trying to desensitize myself to the image of seeing
nude people, or at least remove or diminish the sexual overtone that
society has grafted into me. I've been trying to imagine myself being
in the scene, perhaps as the camera man, or just beside the camera man.
I try to convince myself that the people in the picture can see me, and
I'm just as naked as they are. I don't know if this working or not. It
remains to be seen.
But I did notice
something a few nights back. One of the sites I passed showed a very
attractive and shapely woman in her early twenties, using the cargo net
of a sailing ship as a hammok. She is reclining in the net, which is
suspended over water at the bow end of the ship. The sun is shining on
her, and the spray from the ship's bowsprit is gently spraying her
backside. She is, of course, naked. The first time I saw that
photograph, my reaction was "Wow! What a babe! And she's naked!" But
when I saw it the second time, my reaction was "Hey, she looks happy,
and that looks like a lot of fun!"
I assume that's encouraging. Again, it remains to be seen.
Part V: Today
It is now late May, and
I've been to two clothing optional events with a local non-landed club.
I can honestly say that I will avoid wearing a swim suit from this
moment on! After feeling water glide over my entire body, without
anything blocking it, I can't imagine swimming any other way. I'm
hooked. I want to attend more events, and I'm looking into doing just
that. Only a few of my friends, and almost none of my family know that
I'm doing this. I'll deal with that issue if and when it ever becomes
an issue. I was surprised to discover that one of my long time net
friends is a fellow practitioner! Small world, no? And perhaps not as
bleak as I thought.
Being a single male, I
know that my options for experiencing Naturism are limited. Some of the
singles on the net make a stink about this. Personally I'm just going
to adjust, and enjoy what I can. Like I said above, I don't plan to be
single forever. When my status as a bachelor starts to become a
problem, I'll adjust at that time. But until then, I won't borrow
trouble.


Note from Jan: This is not a first time experience but a personal story that I liked :-)
This report was written by Steve.
Dream Maker...
This little woman I
call Dream Maker I met about five years ago. After a divorce of a 20
year marriage. I have always been a nudist but I could not get my X to
go for it. So after 20 years I found my dream maker. We have been
together for five years now, we go to nudist campgrounds. She comes
home from work and she gets nude and stays that way till she gets ready
for work the next morning. I love her very much and would not take the
world for her.
When I come home the
first thing I do is get undressed. If people come over I do not get
dressed and she does not complain. Because she knows I am a Nudist and
always will be and she loves me for being me. And I love her for being
a nudist too.
The last five years has been the happiest of my life.


This report was written by Bob P. If you wish to get in touch with the author of the report with any comments, please the preceding address.
Skinnydipping as a Boy Scout...
Technically I guess my first time was
when I was a teenager in the Boy Scouts back in the 50's. When we went
camping we never took swimsuits; skinnydipping was the approved form.
The next occurrence was my freshman
year at college. The first quarter (Georgia Tech was on a quarter, not
a semester, system) I had the required swimming course. There were only
a few women students at Georgia Tech at that time, and they were not in
the men's Physical Education courses - I don't know if they were
required to take PE or not. The first day I reported to class, we were
marched into the locker room and told to strip and jump in the pool.
The standard attire for swimming throughout the entire quarter was the
birthday suit.
Other than those instances I remained
clothed in public, except in the gang showers we had in the dormitory
and fraternity house, and the gang showers on board ship in the Navy.
My training as a child was that being naked in the presence of the
opposite sex was sinful/shameful, except for the person to whom one was
married. So for lo these many years I have disciplined myself to wear
clothes at all times except when changing clothes or taking a shower,
even though I have never LIKED wearing clothes; in fact I have always
hated it.
In recent years, in the interest of
comfort, I have taken to being nude in the house when alone at home;
but I always put my clothes back on before my wife returned, because I
guess I had been indoctrinated to think that my desire to be without
clothes was "naughty". Then last year I saw the AP article about the
gathering of Christian naturists at Whispering Pines (it appeared in
the Washington Post). It piqued my curiosity. A little while later I
was cruising the web, and I came across the Christian Naturist web site
maintained by "Pastor Mark". It intrigued me to learn that there were
indeed Christians - even Christian pastors - who considered
nudism/naturism right and natural.
In September 1997 I
decided I would no longer put my clothes back on when my wife was
present in the house, as it seemed a bit hypocritical. More research on
the web led me to Cheef Dan's site; I subscribed to his newsletter. I
cruised all over the web finding information to support this concept of
freedom being OK. I investigated clubs; unfortunately, I found that as
a married man whose wife is "not interested" in participating in social
nudity - not even willing to be in the presence of nude folks, even if
she remains clothed - I am a pariah to most of the clubs. I
communicated with a couple of travel clubs locally and was told very
plainly that I could not join or even visit unless my wife also did so.
Finally I got in touch with Turner Stokes at National Capital Sun Club
and was able to join, and thus join AANR. I also joined TNS through the
Christian Naturist SIG.
I was going to Orlando to a conference
this past January, so I decided to spend a couple of days at Cypress
Cove. With my AANR and TNS memberships in hand, it was not problem
arranging this. I guess this was my first experience with
nudism/naturism in a social context - and it was wonderful! Now I am
trying to find opportunities to continue this to whatever extent I can
without involving my wife; but I am also hoping that one of these days
she will decide to try it out herself!


This report was written by Fran.
How I Became A Nudist And My First Experience
1998
I had been a closet nudist for three years before that warm Victoria Day, when I came out of the closet and faced the world.
It all began on
Victoria Day, May 21,1998. I woke up late on that hot day. During the
warm months and every night now I sleep in the nude. It's the only way
to sleep. I got up and did not bother getting dressed, instead I jumped
into the shower. When I was finished I dried off and went about my
daily routine. This time I did it differently, I did it all in the
nude. What a great feeling. It was a real treat being the only one home
too. So I fixed up some breakfast for myself, and ate it. Then after
breakfast I started a load of laundry. Boy laundry sure piles up when
you get in the "I'm too lazy to do it" mode. Then I went upstairs to
where the computer is turned it on and really loved the feeling of
being nude. I sat there trying to decide where I wanted to go, so I
thought, and thought, and then nudism came to me.
I wondered if there was
any info on nudism. So I went to YAHOO and typed in nudism and out came
a long list. I saw the website for FCN The Federation of Canadian
Naturists and I decided to go there first. I read through all of the
info and decided to e-mail them. After that I went on reading and
searching through other sites. I never expected a reply so soon, but I
got one from Brenda. She and I tossed e-mails back and forth at one
another as I had so many questions. She answered every one of them and
understood my feelings of it all. I had all these thoughts going
through my mind, but she assured me that nudism is as natural as
brushing your teeth. It was then that she invited me to a women's only
swim. To be honest I nearly backed out but something inside me told me
to go for it. So I went for it and loved it. I then started chatting on
Cybernude and joined Nudist Matchmaker. It was there that I found Sweet
Mikey and a few other Torontonian Nudists. But there was one big step
that I had to make and that was The Co-Ed Swim.
With
a few Women's Only Swims under my belt it was time for me to go full
social, and I was very scared and nervous. Everyone at Cybernude Chat
did their best to ease me with it. They all understood my feelings and
were so nice about it. Even after all their encouragement I did find
that I was still uneasy. I did the 'should I go' or 'should I not go'
all week long up until the swim and then something inside me was
pushing me to go. So on a Tuesday evening I found myself at the pool in
the girls changeroom, nude and very unsure of myself. And then it
happened, swallowing my fear I stood up and showered, and walked
towards the door and opened it a crack. I peeked out and saw several
bodies of all different shapes and sizes, and then I saw Brenda. I
swallowed hard again, told myself, "Let's do it" and bounded out the
door. I carried my towel in one hand and walked along the deck to the
shallow end and got in the pool.
I felt a relief coming over me and I knew that I was now a nudist.


This report was written by Bob. If you wish to get in touch with the author of the report with any comments, please the preceding address.
First Experience was Great!
November 7, 1998
boys and girls, I have to tell you what a great time I had last night at the Bare Hunters- St.Louis- Swim meeting.
I met some of the nicest people in the
world. They made me feel better than when I'm home. We enjoyed each
other's company in the water and the Sauna. Men and women, young and
old, large and small, but it didn't mean anything. People were just
being people, honesty, conversation, laughter and that wonderful
feeling being nude in the water and sauna. I had no problems, no
raising the flag or any embarrassment at all. It truly is a wonderful
experience and not sexual in any way.
The only thing missing was my wife. I
don't think she will be a part of this experience. However even if she
doesn't, I'll just have to find a female partner to enjoy nudism with
me. I loved that experience last night and I will not let anyone or
anything keep me from it. I can see where you can really develop some
very good friendships in a nude club. I'm sure glad I gave it a go.
Thank you Bare Hunters- St.Louis- Austin, Don & Dottie and about
thirty others you made me feel very welcome. I'm looking forward to
next weekend's Hibernation Celebration. God Bless you
Bob the bagpiper


This report was written about Susie, by Dave, her husband.
First Time "Testimony"
October 1998
Well, Susie's excursion
into the scary unknown went pretty good! :-)))) Very good, in fact.
This is my second major (pleasantly surprising) shock this year! (the
first being my own decision to be a naturist eight months ago - and
Susie's easy-going acceptance of the philosophy - , and learning to my
delight that it was so "unsexual").
She was quite nervous
at first (and for days beforehand), but then she did surprisingly well,
given the additional legitimate personal reasons for her being more
apprehensive than even your usual female rookie (more on that below).
She met a naked man or two as we made our way up to the locker room,
and she didn't blush or act nervous or anything LOL (she had gone with
me to one other nudist event, but she remained clothed that time - and
overcome with anxiety the whole night).
Upon
disrobing, I took her right away to the hot tub. She had a towel-like
robe that she wore to walk around in. At the time only Sonja and Karl
were in the hot tub (and she had already met them in the locker room),
so that was relatively easy for her to shed her robe and dip up to her
neck in the four-foot deep tub (which had bubbly water - even more
convenient for a rookie). She loved how the hot water and whirlpool
jets felt (who doesn't?
:-).
Then we went to the
pool, 20 feet away, for a good 40-45 minutes at least. She really
enjoyed that, too, and how it felt, how the water "glided" over her
body. I held her up horizontally in the water and walked her across the
pool, as she can't swim, so she could better feel what it was like. We
chatted with another couple in the water, and Susie didn't seem
particularly inhibited. I asked the woman to talk about *her* first
time, which was good for the purpose of helping Susie "loosen up,"
laugh a little, etc. As the night proceeded, I asked other women about
their first time, too - knowing that would make Susie feel more
comfortable. This was a very successful "strategy."
Later we went back to
the hot tub once or twice, when a lot of people were in it. Each little
"event" was a big achievement for Susie, and I kept telling her I was
"proud" of her (she was proud of me when I stood up against my boss and
a totally unjust pay cut last week. LOLOL I won that little battle,
too! :-).
Then
I went to play volleyball. That was definitely too scary for her on her
first night, so she just watched the (4 or 5) games through the glass
wall (she said she really enjoyed watching *me* later - which is
encouraging after 14 years of marriage :-). I noticed that she was
talking freely to other people while I played (she's quite shy), which
pleased me.
Driving home, I asked
her how she liked it, and she said she did; that she would go again for
sure, and that the people were very friendly. She told me it wasn't as
hard as she thought it would be, and that (strangely) she felt more
uncomfortable around nude women than nude men. I believe it was the
beginning of a healing process for her, as she has very painful
background experiences of having to wear a cumbersome metal back brace
for scoliosis (and all the medical examinations that entails -
traumatic and accutely embarrassing for a 12 to 17-year-old girl).
Naturism is still a bit scary for her (which is to be expected), but
the biggest hurdle by far is behind her and I am pretty sure it will
get easier each time (based on my own experience and that of almost all
naturists).
So - although it will
be a process - we both think that naturism will be a very good
"treatment" for her long-running body image and self-image /
self-confidence barriers. She said she was proud of herself for going
for the first time (I asked), and I kept telling her how proud I was of
her, and how happy I was that she liked it. I think this took more guts
for her to do than anything I have done in my life. But she is already
seeing the benefits of her courageous act. Outwardly and objectively,
Susie is a very attractive woman, with beautiful big brown eyes and a
well-proportioned 103 lbs on a 5'2" frame, at nearly 40 and after
having three children. But that fact by itself can't overcome inner
attitudes and conditioning resulting from difficult childhood
experiences, as anyone (particularly women) who has struggled with
similar "bondages" can readily understand.
We talked on the way
home (it's a 50-mile drive) about what a wonderful philosophy and way
of life naturism is, how simple and "natural" and innocent a notion it
is, and how unfortunate and sad it was that so many people will never
comprehend that - the main reason being a pack of lies which are
commonly held: that it is sexual in purpose and intent, pornographic, a
front for swingers, or orgies, or a singles bar-type atmosphere, etc.
How far from the truth! I have been to many church picnics and even
church services (being an avid Catholic Christian myself) where there
was far more sexual innuendo and amorous game-playing "in the air" than
I have ever observed at a nudist event. This simply has to be
experienced to be believed. It was the most difficult thing for me to
accept and understand - until I went.
I believe this new
willingness of Susie to become a naturist will help our marriage, since
if she feels better about herself (which I am convinced will be one of
the results of this), she will be able to relate better to me and our
children. I think it is quite obvious that naturists are people who do
feel good about themselves, and so are able to interact freely and
comfortably without pretense, suspicion, or cynicism. It is a
marvelous, refreshing thing to observe. I have never met friendlier,
more attractive (i.e., inner beauty) people anywhere - and I have been
involved in many church, college, music, Internet chat, outdoors,
political, work-related, and other types of group settings.
Direct quote from Susie:
"I believed in the
naturist philosophy, but I had to deal with a lot of fears and
emotions, so I had to go and experience naturism for myself to see
firsthand that what everyone (mainly my husband) was telling me about
it was true. Naturism is an emotionally and psychologically healthy
thing, which I believe will be very good for me. Being nude in the
water is quite physically pleasurable too."
Barely yours,
Dave


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Beach Nudity, Please Read!
There's something liberating about the antic of being naked. The
freedom. The exhilaration. The lack of pocket lint. Unfortunately, for
most people the notion of nudity requires some rationale - no matter how
silly that rationale may be. Streaking across a football field.
Skinny-dipping in a lake. Mooning for the camera. Photocopying your
butt. Playing naked Twister. Flashing a nun after sixth-period class,
hoping she didn't recognize you and isn't at this instant phoning your
parents. For most people, it's all about the naughty thrill of getting
caught or exposing a private part. But not for all. No, for many it's
perfectly routine, as normal and natural as, say, kissing hands or shaking
a baby.
Nude beaches are the perfect denominators for these two groups, the
puritans and the pure exhibitionists, the fakirs and the non-fakers. Think
of it as a big game of strip poker where everybody has crappy hands. The
thing to remember is that nude sunbathing isn't about sex or exhibitionism
- we'll leave that to the nudist colonies and Courtney Love. Nude
sunbathing is about elation and free-spiritedness (and avoiding wedgies
and ugly tan lines).
I've made the trek to No Clothes Land many a time. I've dropped trou in
Europe, where it's no big deal - heck, even the Royal Family has displayed
a boob or two (not counting Prince Charles). Black's Beach in San Diego
is world famous for nude sun worshipping. And, of course, here in Miami,
we have Haulover Beach.
One of the misconceptions about nudity is that every human body is
beautiful (Right). The key to inoffensive nude sunbathing is to do just
that - sunbathe. Do not play volleyball in the buff. No grilling or
barbecuing. Even if your Playgirl's Mr. January, do not perform an oil
and air filter change on your auto while naked. An watch the jogging -
you could poke somebody's eye out.
Nude beachgoers often have their social cliques and routines. They picnic
and fraternize, and they love to mingle. Zoiks. These people who sashay
up and down the beach wearing nothing but a smile and a spare tire are the
same folks you find in the receiving line at a wedding wielding a business
card and a can of Binaca.
When I venture to Haulover, I stick close to my blanket or hit the water.
I don’t wander about. It’s like you want to work the room, but there’s
no place to put your hands and no appropriate place to hang your Walkman.
(Plus, you feel like you’ve gone to a party and everyone’s wearing the
same thing.) Personally, I happen to like being naked. It’s never
bothered me. I often get home from work, disrobe, and sit naked on my
couch eating cereal. (Did I just cross the line of too much information?)
Some people are uncomfortable naked. I’m not. What I do have a problem
with, however, is being ugly and naked. Statistics show that the number
of people who enjoy nude sunbathing is proportionate to those who should
put something on. Like a tarp. Or one of those tents that they use when
they’re debugging a house. That one of the reasons why I prefer the
sanctity of my blanket. I can feign sleep (or death, if necessary) should
some naked old man approach me and start to discuss today’s undertow as he
squats liberally in front of me.
Sunscreen: I’d be remiss if I didn’t stress the importance of proper
protection. Those regions that rarely see the light of day are the first
to succumb to the sun’s deadly rays. Hence, watch your behind, or your
buns will be toast. As for – how do I say this politely – garnishing your
weenie, yes, your little buddy needs sunblock, but remember, you’re in
public. There a fine line between safety and pleasure when applying
lotion to Mr. Happy. I’ve seen guys go at it like they’re greasing a fire
pole. So take it easy. Don't make things hard on yourself.
When it comes to accessories, there are certain things you should and
should not bring to a nude beach. Telescopes and binoculars are definite
no-nos. You may think of this as a ball game, but I’m sure the Red Sox
would beg to differ. Likewise with a camcorder – carrying a video camera
at a nude beach is the pervert’s equivalent of driving by a schoolyard
with a van full of candy. As for ready, avoid books with titles like
Justice of the Piece. Stick to Field and Stream, Reader’s Digest or the
Gideon Bible. Sunglasses are a must. If you’re gonna ogle, at least do
it behind your Maui Jims.
As for your random beach bump-ins, there are obvious encounters. Besides
bodies that you’d rather not see naked, piercings are immensely popular.
Popular, I surmise, because they’re in places that wouldn’t necessarily
be exposed at Publix (unless you shop at the new one by the bay). I’ve
seen nipples that look like parachute rip cords.
And below the belt, I’ve seen piercings that made me recoil. (Come to
think of it, I’ve seen coils down there, too.) And little napkin rings.
And something called a Prince Albert. I’ve seen less metal at a gun
show. And shaving. Hmmmm. Apparently trimming the hedges has become all
the rage. Some folks go for the close cropping; others like it smooth. I
haven’t seen topiary this creative since I was at the Botanical Gardens.
Nude sunbathing can be a kick, an exciting way to liven up an otherwise
dull day at the beach. For the ladies, it means being able to wear a
sundress without worrying about unsightly strap lines. For the guys, it
means there’s no need to adjust the boys: it’s a wind sock now. For all
of us it means an escape, a break from our daily worries and cares, a
moment’s freedom where less is so much more – except when it comes to that
sunscreen. |