I had just licked the finger I used to stir my drink when my friend told me he might check out a nude beach when he goes to Seattle and Vancouver.
He asked me, “What do you think?”
I was coming up with something clever to say involving nude beaches when I realized that’s the problem: our attitude towards them.
Regardless of how swallowed up you are by religion or society or the nine-to-five-shirt-and-tie grind, you have to admit there is something peculiar about the way our society views nudity – the way we are offended if our children catch a glimpse of a body part on television.
But I get it – that’s the way things are, so I’ll save you the liberal spiel.
Most discussions I have about nude beaches taper off rather quickly – either to a land of immaturity or a ground covered with eggshells, depending on who I’m speaking with.
There’s a lot going on with the concept – from fear of judgement to getting an awfully nasty sunburn.
For me, it’s not about any of that.
Straight honesty: I’m waiting patiently for the opportunity.
I suppose I could go to the nude beach in Santa Barbara (More Mesa) – but I’m not sure that will quench the thirst entirely.
I’m interested in these places because they represent a sub-culture in a sense – an experience most people haven’t had – and I want to know what it’s like.
Parading around Santa Barbara without clothes on won’t satisfy anything – I’ll probably end up feeling isolated rather than part of a lifestyle.
My perfect situation: Visit a nude beach in a culture that embraces it – not one that makes it out to be some huge deal.
As for the company?
I wouldn’t say I’m totally against going with friends, so long as they don’t ask me to help them with their sunscreen.
I think we can all agree, though, that a significant other would be the way to go in terms of company.