If you take offense to the title of my blog, I am passing the buck to my fellow Salt Spring hot tub goers, who came up with the title during a hot tub chat. Sunday afternoons, generally around 3pm, I head to my local swimming pool and soak in the hot tub. Often, there are interesting conversations…yesterday was filled with wonderful chat time. One of the topics that has been on my mind is Naturism, Nudists and more specifically, social nudity. I have always loved being naked. As a young girl, the first meeting with my neighbours (Daisy and pops) was while I was during the wee hours of the morn, where, according to my mum, I snook out of the house and proceeded to do naked cartwheels and somersaults on their front lawn. What can I say? It was the perfect backdrop and landscape for nude gymnastics.
As I grew, I found myself developing the normal self-conscious feelings about my body. As I moved into my teen years, my inhibitions were literally stripped away. Pun intended. I found myself fully comfortable being in any environment with mixed company fully nude. I have never really seen nudity as a form of sexual expression. Recently, a close friend of mine, who is dear to my heart, has stripped away his self-conscious judgements about his body and is fully embracing his nudity. Here’s where things become increasingly interesting. For the first time in my life, I have found myself shying away from “social nudity”.
I have been contemplating my withdrawal. I am not necessarily talking about all social nudity, but more specifically social nudity with my dear friend. As I was sitting in the hot tub, I found myself once again contemplating my little conundrum. I was looking around the hot tub, asking myself whether or not it would make me feel less comfortable if my fellow hot tubbers were nude. Almost as if she was following my thoughts, later on in the day, an adorable and wonderfully free spirited little girl, stripped down to her birthday suit…looking mildly contrary (she clearly knew she might get a reaction in this environment). More than anything, I noticed that her eyes twinkled with a new found freedom. She was free.
In that moment, I made a conscious decision to get to the bottom of my issue with social nudity in certain environments or with certain people. I found out some interesting things about myself. While soaking and discussing, I found the root cause of my discomfort with this particular newly discovered nudist. Likely because, beyond my personal roles in life, I am “Tantrachick”. People open up to me about their most intimate and yes, sometimes shocking thoughts, desires and fantasies. Because of my professional role as a sex coach and Tantric Practitioner who also writes erotica and published a book about male orgasms, it must have seemed to make perfect sense to discuss his new nudist thoughts with me.
Of course, during my hot tub time, I kept my friend’s identity anonymous, but I did discuss the basic challenge I was facing (one of my fellow hot tubbers happened to also be lifelong nudists:-). He shared some wisdom with me. Sexuality…or the discussion of sexuality…in the majority of nudist circles…do NOT go hand in hand. So, my wise confidant came up with the phrase “Not a Nudist – a person who overly stresses the nudity aspect of being a “nudist”. This makes perfect sense to me! Although I realize that nudists around the world have different ways of expressing their love of being in a natural state…for ME…being nude in a social setting is about being as comfortable as I feel fully clothed. If someone is frequently pointing out that we are nude (even if they are just coming out of the closet naked for the first time) it makes me feel uncomfortable. Simple.
I know that one of my lovely readers, who I adore and who I have developed a blossoming friendship with, is a longtime nudist…I would love to hear your thought lovely lady! Anyone else who has experience with this topic, I would also love to hear about your own experiences with nudity, naturism, etc. I am so thankful for the couple of folks who provided a safe space for self exploration around this sensitive topic. My dear Newby nudist friend has been asking me what my challenge is and I couldn’t verbally express it…now I can. Of course, I should get on it…as I know my dear friend is one of my blog readers:-) Maybe he’s catching the drift…the last time we were socially nude, he was silent and contemplative and I managed to completely let my guard down and find my comfort…YAY!Thank you. From my heart to yours, Joy – the shy nudist:-)