Turning up for my first cleaning job, I was nervous.
I wasn’t scared of the mess I might find on the other side of the door, more of the fact that I would be naked while tidying.
I had previously been a stage manager in a theatre, a job I’d done for 12 years, but, rather suddenly, I found I’d fallen out of love with it – and you can’t really do a job like that if you don’t love it.
I was 38 and didn’t know what I was going to do with myself. I thought I might set up my own gardening company, so enrolled to study horticulture. In the short term, however, I needed money.
One day, my friends and I were browsing through a magazine when we saw something on naturist cleaning. Apparently, there are 4million naturists in the UK alone – which was news to me – and they wanted cleaners who would be willing to take off their clothes, too.
My friends laughed and said they could never do something like that, but for some reason, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I’ve always been a bit of show-off, jumping at any excuse to flash my boobs, and this job appealed to my wild side.
I was worried though, because while I’ve had exhibitionist tendencies, I’ve never really been comfortable with my looks. As a child, I went from skinny to butterball very quickly, and I always tried to make people laugh at my body, thinking it might change how I felt towards it.
But once I saw how much clients were willing to pay, I quickly put my worries to the side. They were offering £45 an hour, which allowed me to study my gardening course, and the working hours were flexible.
I spoke to my partner about it – he’s very liberal; he’s lived a life, too – and he was fully supportive.
Original publication 13 November, 2020
Posted on NatCorn 26th November 2020
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