We are All Naked People

 

What does our clothing say about us and what are we hiding?
What does our clothing say about us and what are we hiding?

In the past year, I can’t begin to tell you how many emails I’ve received from people concerned about their appearance on a nude beach. They honestly don’t believe anyone would want to see them naked.

That’s not why we go to a nude beach. You go because of how you feel when you’re free of clothing and exposed to the sun, the surf and your spouse. It’s one of the most incredible feelings I’ve ever felt and you can’t really experience it unless you’ve stripped down and let the sun warm your entire body. It has nothing to do with how you look.

Neither my wife or I are “10s.”  To be honest, to me my wife is a 20, but she would tell you that her hips are too big, her breasts too small and after nursing two boys, her nipples are too long. I would tell you she’s perfect. Me, I’d like to lose a few pounds, put on some muscle and of course, be a little bigger down there. But after more than 40 years, what you see is what you get.

We all hide behind masks. Think about it. Clothing or a bathing suit mask us from others. Just like Halloween, we mask who we really are for something else. In five minutes, we learn a lot about people simply be seeing what they wear.

Recently I found a website that captures this thought beautifully. I’d like to share it with you now. It’s a website project called, Naked People.  I love their words on the topic:

“Clothing is our second skin. It disguises, reveals- it can reflect our innermost being or conceal it. Through one’s clothing, he or she is able to exhibit his or her profession, social status, or mood. A suit lets us assume the bearer is a banker, office worker, insurance agent… In our society this is a distinguishing characteristic of respectability. But, how often is such an assumption true? Can we absolutely trust this covering? What really is underneath? Could the illusion be destroyed at the discovery of a tattoo, or leave the person as inscrutable as before? Here we have the opportunity to see the differences in perception between a person dressed and undressed.”

As you can see, clothing really does hide us. When you’re without your mask, you often meet the most wonderful people because they aren’t hiding anything either.

My wife and I have a game we play similar to this website. We play it when we go to a clothing optional beach like Haulover in Miami. We watch couples coming onto the beach and look at what they are wearing. We try to guess if they are conservative or liberal, if they are restrained or a little wild? We guess if they will or won’t get naked? We guess if he or she will get naked first. We guess if they have tattoos. We guess if they have piercings.

Sounds a little immature doesn’t it? You’re right. It is. But I can honestly tell you that I’ve learned a lot through this simple game. Clothing is very deceiving. We all judge people by what they wear and immediately make assumptions about who they are and what they will do on a clothing optional beach.

The one thing we’ve learned is there is nothing consistent about this game. More than once, I’ve bet my wife about a modest couple coming down to the beach and said there is no way she will go more than topless. Later I was shocked to find that she not only shed all of her clothing, but had piercings all over her body and very large tattoos. Same with guy who appears hip and cool when he walks onto the beach, but starts sweating the moment his spouse takes off her top. You can tell he isn’t getting naked, no how, no way.

What was your first experience on a nude beach or clothing optional resort? Were you surprised by what you felt when your clothing mask came off? I would love to hear your thoughts. Remember, regardless of what clothing we wear, we are all naked people.

 

9 thoughts on “We are All Naked People

  1. backpacker56

    Great observations. You catch the spirit of naturism as at it’s heart being fun, even playful, i.e., a feeling of freedom/liberation. No one recognizes the burden we each carry while imprisoned by a tyrrany of fear enforced by conventional thinking/morality/society toward their body. This is the mode of thinking evidenced by the absolute rule that we must wear clothing at all times or terrible things will happen. When anyone experiences social nudity the first time their fear is dispelled and an exhilarating feeling of liberation unbidden occurs.

  2. Rick

    My first experience was at a rustic nudist venue in central Ohio. After I paid the grounds fee, I drove down to the campsite to meet some folks from a non-landed club I was interested in joining. I parked at the campsite, and immediately upon getting out of my truck, I undressed , walked to the small pond that was nearby, and waded in chest high. The sensation of the cold water on my skin made me feel so alive.. As I waded out of the pond, the slight breeze and the sun felt wonderful on my bare skin, especially upon places that had never felt them before. There was never any embarrassment; I immediately felt comfortable and at ease. It just felt so natural to be out in the sun socializing with others who were just as naked as I was. I realized right then that being nude was my natural state and that wearing clothes was a compromise of my natural state, an aberration.

  3. Karl

    My first time was quite by accident on a nude beach in the Greek islands in the early 80s. I didn’t know it was a nude beach, but upon arriving, I saw children with grandparents and all ages in between. No one seemed to even be thinking about being naked – it was as natural as breathing. I felt out of place with my swimsuit, so off it came. I’ve been more comfortable without clothing than with for as long as I can remember, even as a child, but I had never been in a nude social environment before. This beach was nothing like I had envisioned nude beaches to be. Instead of perverts and sexual acts of every kind, I found it to be like any other beach, except there were no swimsuits. It was totally refreshing, liberating, and exhilarating. I’m now in my late 50s, still more comfortable without clothing than with, even though my body won’t impress anyone, and I can’t remember the last time I wore a swimsuit.

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