Laying bare the real truth about naturism
Taking in the warmth of the sun on your bare butt while trying not to stare at anyone’s penile jewellery is easier said than done, says Kelli Maria Korducki.
In the Canadian city where I used to live, there was a nude beach where I spent a lot of time.
It was no rare occurrence to find, near the beach’s northern boundary, a small but fervent cohort of nude baby boomers distributing Naturism 101 pamphlets.
In an outsize font on an ancient webpage they’d set up, the beach naturists dared visitors to “!!BE NATURAL AND FEEL THE FREEDOM!!’’ They outlined etiquette (no come-ons, no sex) and suggested recreational pursuits (flag football, a potluck).
The naturists could be a little doctrinaire — once, someone wearing nothing but a Tilley hat chided me for my bikini bottom, bellowing, ‘‘Way to be clothed!’’ — but they would usually feign tolerance at the beachgoing public’s ignorance of their framing principles.
“Naturism” and “nudism” are used interchangeably to describe a doctrine of communally convening outdoors in the buff.
But “naturism,” with its Thoreauvian connotations of fresh air and vigour, seems preferred among the true believers. Continued…Read full original article…
Source: Irish Examiner
Original publication February 25, 2019
Posted on NatCorn 2nd March 2019