The naked truth: Part 2

My first trip to the clothing-optional Orvis hot springs triggered a beau-friend’s rage. It also produced a blog post that popped out whole. But I wrote it with him and other nay-sayers in mind.

Why would anyone reject discretionary nudity in a controlled environment? Even if they opted out personally, couldn’t they appreciate the individuality, the artful expression—and yes, okay, the discomfort—of seeing (if not being) bare?

With the beau-friend out of the picture, I’ve been noodling on nudity. Asking men and women to share their naked pasts. Comparing the responses of the young and the old.

You also should know this: Some 25 years ago I was a publicist, and the American Association for Nude Recreation was a client. My job was to polish the premise: from nudist colonies—places that might attract creepers—to nude recreation—activities that sounded safe and natural.

Today the AANR website says this: Nakation℠ vacations are healthy, eco-friendly, transformational travel experiences…From exercise to relaxation, a person’s physical, spiritual, and mental well-being is enriched through nude recreation and slumber.

Exactly!  

So, in that vein I returned to the hot springs. I knew there was more to see. And to say. Especially about getting old. And learning to love the skin I’m in.

Perhaps I’m generalizing, but at 60+ we can dare to go bare because:

We’ve worked out our shit. When I was young, I was anxious, self-conscious, and afraid of becoming one of those lumpy ladies in the locker room at the pool. Now I’m just happy to be in the water—especially without a suit.

We’re curious. I’m baffled by the human body. Aren’t you? But even more so, I’m Intrigued by social and relational dynamics. At the hot springs, I can be an anthropologist. I can join a subculture and study it at the same time.

We want to be seen. Older people—women especially—complain of becoming invisible. At the hot springs, there was no leering or evidence of sexual interest, but I definitely felt physically and visibly present. It felt different than being fully clothed.

We’re vulnerable. Aging is here. Death is coming. Gravity is taking its toll. We’re unarmed and undefended. Defenseless and damaged. I mean this in a good way. So, the sooner we admit it, the better.

So may I suggest? International Skinny Dipping Day is the second Saturday in every July. If you missed it this year, why not try it in 2022?

Or better yet—why not celebrate now!