A lovely sense of liberation

Inspired by a friend, I decided to throw caution – and my cossie – to the wind


“What would you say if I asked you to go to a nudist beach?” my best girlfriend asked.

“Nothing,” I replied. “Because I can’t talk and laugh at the same time.”

A nudist beach is a place where men and women air their differences – literally. The chances of me going naked in public were as likely as the Pope releasing a grunge album. Why? Well, like all middle-aged mums, my birthday suit probably needs a little ironing. I could imagine the tide taking one look at my naked body, going out, and refusing to come back in again.

But she persisted. “It’s important at our age to get out of our comfort zones. What’s the most madcap, reckless thing you’ve done of late?”

I paused. “Well, yesterday I ate something a day past its use-by date. Does that count?”

Apparently not, because a week later I found myself mingling with 50 or so sunbathers at a nudist resort. Choosing a spot as remote as possible from them, I spread out my towel.

I then undressed as slowly as I could, giving me ample opportunity to take in the view. The women were flaunting elaborately bejewelled vajazzles or a regulation “Hollywood”, which resembles a landing strip for a mosquito. Clearly no other female in the near vicinity would be sporting what I can only call the “Australian” – as in a full bush.

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Source: Sydney Morning Herald

Original publication 14 November, 2021

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