Gotcha

Nudity does not equal sexuality.

At least not in my book, although I acknowledge that most of the world sees it as such.

But ask any nudist if nudity equals sex and the answer will be quite different.

I like nude resorts.

I love swimming and sunbathing naked.

It just so happens that when I do those things, I do them at a local resort where social nudity is acceptable.

The other day, I was texting a new man – a fireman, of all things – and I mention that I’ve been invited to a naked hot tub party with my friends.

He laughed, and assumed it meant freaky things were going to happen.

Typical, for someone who has never been to a nude resort.

Nude resorts do not equal lifestyle resorts.

It’s not a free-for-all-sex-party.

Actually, it’s quite the opposite.

People are more respectful and hands-off because everyone is vulnerable, without clothes to wear as protection.

I find men in the nudist community WAY MORE APPEALING than men outside it, because they understand the courage it takes for a woman to take off her clothes and walk around naked in front of other people.

Plus, and I mean this as sincerely as possible, no one looks.

Oh ok.

We look at first.

We give sideways glances but eventually, it just becomes nudity and it fades into the background.

So here I am trying to explain to this doofus that I’m not going to a sex party, that I’m going to a nudist party when he shuts me down.

“GOTCHA” he says.

Conversation terminated.

And I’m left feeling frustrated and misunderstood.

Such is the response of most unindoctrinated vanilla man.

And just like that, the conversation ended.

His loss.

Me and nudity

I’ve got 10 events in 10 days at work so I’m reposting some old content I find funny.  New content will resume on February 6th.

Reposted from 2014:

 

It’s no surprise that I go to the naked spa for treatments. However what I failed to mention in my earlier posts is that I also like co-ed naked hot springs.

I’ve been to Lupin Lodge in the Santa Cruz Mountains  and Harbin Hot Springs in Middletown and both have been very enjoyable experiences for me.

Sometimes you just want to laze around the pool naked, soak in the sun, and go skinny dipping.

Is it weird being around all those naked people? Not really. Everyone is very respectful and keeps thir eyes at eye level. It’s almost like the nudity ceases to exist.

I think as Americans our attitudes towards non-sexual nudity is backwards. We act as if all nudity is bad and everyone should cover up. We don’t want our children seeing it. But we take them to art galleries where there are naked figures and paintings on display and we call it art. Why the difference? What makes one naked body art and another naked body sinful?

I think the answer is conditioning. It’s part of our culture. And it likely has a lot to do with the oversexualization of women in pornography and advertising. We treat the naked human body like it’s sinful because we see it as something that serves a sexual purpose only. We have no concept of the body as beautiful in its infinite variety.

I find naked bodies comforting. It’s great to see the variety of shapes and sizes out there. It makes me feel good about my own beautiful yet imperfect body. I think more people would feel better about their own bodies if they just allowed themselves to witness the diversity.

It’s a beautiful thing to be comfortable in one’s own skin.  And I’m rather amazed I had to take off my clothes to finally embrace mine.

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Full Monty = Fair Play

I’m a big fan of Games of Thrones. And True Blood. And Vikings.

And I have to admit that one of the reasons why I like these shows is because I like the nudity.

But I’ve noticed that there’s a tendency to show female nudity and exclude male nudity.  What’s up with that?!

I think that directors and producers should cater to men and to women and show a little of both.  Turnabout is fair play, no?

So you can imagine my delight in watching the TV show “Da Vinci’s Demons” and discovering that they somehow adhere to my desires to see more naked men on TV.

And imagine my delight when in episode 6 of season 1 (at the 12:30 mark, if you’re curious) there is a nice little scene with men in a sauna and one of them is VERY WELL ENDOWED. Like “check out that snake” endowed.

It’s always the ones you don’t suspect.

So here I am hooked on a new show. Not just because of the nudity, but definitely impressed by the equality of it.

Perhaps it makes me a bit of a perv to admit I like nudity, but the full Monty gets one big fat thumbs up from me.

Am I Worth 200 Nickels?

lingerieThis is NOT going to be a post lamenting my single status.

As you all know, I very much enjoy being single and playing the field.

No, this is not a post about that.

This is a post about the TOTAL WASTE OF SPACE MY LINGERIE COLLECTION IS TAKING UP.

It’s so UNDERUSED.

Seriously.

Do I need to wear a sign around my neck that says date me?

Or maybe it should say something else?

Don’t go there.

Respect.

Even if there was a man I could wear lingerie for, I doubt he’d appreciate it.

Honestly, I can count on one hand the number of times a man has stopped in the middle of the action to remark on my lingerie.

It’s just something that gets in the way of all that delicious nudity.

On the other hand, if I had a nickel for every time a man paused, shook his head slowly, and remarked on what a nice body I have, I’d be rich.

Well, I’d at least be able to buy myself a beer.

Burning Man Mysteries

white witch michelleThings which still elude me at Burning Man

  1. How to keep my cuticles properly hydrated at Burning Man. I don’t think I’ve ever seen them any worse than post TTITD.
  2. How to comb long hair at Burning Man. I swear it was impossible to brush my hair. I finally gave up and just let my hair become one big dread lock.
  3. Cameras at Burning Man. How to keep them functioning. Mine froze up after I left it out in a dust storm (I know, I know). I know better now. The things you don’t think of until it’s too late.
  4. How to use a fucking ratchet strap. Am I the only person on the planet that can’t figure it out? Yes, I think I am.
  5. Costumes or outfits? Which is more P.C.? I like to call them costumes but that implies it’s a layer of clothing I put on to achieve an effect instead of a removal of outer barriers to who I really am.
  6. Nudity on the playa. Sure, the hot 20 somethings go naked on the playa but does anyone want to see my 40 year old mom bod? For that matter, do I want to put it on display? Lord knows I love naked retreats but not when I have to stand next to naked American Pie bodies. [P.S. I did go naked at the Human Carcass Wash and the Sauna Dome last year.]
  7. Will it make a difference to my burn now that I know more people in the Burning Man community – more people in Silicon Village and other Bay Area camps?
  8. If there is no shower set up for our camp, can I bring water to friend’s RVs and take a shower, with their permission?
  9. Two years ago, it was rain, last year it was bugs and bats, what “catastrophes” will befall Burning Man 2016? There always seems to be hurdles. But if it was easy then everyone would do it.
  10. Will this year truly be any better than last year? I hope so, but there’s no way to be sure. Maybe I’ll feel as alone as I did in 2015. And that would be a shame.

Nudity

poolLupin Lodge, where SoulFire is held, is clothing optional, except at the pool where bathing suits are not allowed.

Within minutes of arriving at Lupin, I’d spotted about half a dozen naked men and several naked women.

Was it shocking?

At first it blows your mind – seeing all these naked body parts. OMG! But rather quickly it becomes the norm and the nudity kind of fades into the background.

There’s a special pleasure that I take in being naked – whether I’m skinny dipping in the pool, soaking in the hot tub, or wandering around camp.

I did make a big deal of being naked though – announcing it to my friends and everyone who would listen, “I lost my clothes and had to walk around the festival naked…”

Most people said that losing one’s clothes was a good thing.

You may wonder – do people stare, is it awkward?

The answer is no. In fact, in my experience there’s less ogling at Lupin than there is at an athletic club.

People are much more respectful when you’re naked because there’s a lot of vulnerability that goes into being naked.

You also get accustomed to body diversity. People come in all shapes and sizes and seeing the diversity made me feel better about my own unique physical attributes. I enjoyed showing off what I have (a great ass and nice big tits).

It was fun getting changed inside and outside the RV and not worrying who saw me changing. But then again, I’m an exhibitionist, so it’s a given I’d enjoy something like that.

In the end, I was glad I found the courage to go naked, at least for a little while. It was an experience in vulnerability and self-acceptance. I think more people should head to Lupin or to nude beaches to experience social nudity.

I’m not a naturalist by any stretch of the imagination, but I do enjoy a good naked romp through the woods and a dip in a pool.

If that makes me perverted, it’s a badge I’ll wear proudly.

Why I want to go to Burning Man

Burning Man (BM) has been on my mind a lot lately.

I was lucky enough to go to a smaller version of BM on my friends’ property out in Redding. They’ve build a community on several acres of rural property with their friends and when you are there Marshall Law rules – and the Marshall is the one with the most guns. They call their town Shinola.

It was so much fun to let my boys drive on the property, shoot guns at targets, and just in general raise a little hell and have fun doing it.

BM reminds me of Shinola on a larger, edgier scale.

Ever since embracing my inner freak, I’ve begun to realize that we all have a little freak in us (some more than others) and I’ve looked to connect with the inner freaks of others. We like to put on our “Clark Kent” persona during the day, but we live to let “Superman” loose. And “Superman” is quite extraordinary.

I’ve heard all about the sex, and the nudity, and the drugs at Burning Man and they just intrigue me. Not that I’m looking for any of that – except for the sex and the nudity of course.

Nudity is one of the primary reasons I want to go there. That and I love being able to go topless in public.
Me topless, in a sarong, chilling in the Nevada desert with a drink in my hand and a man next to me is my idea of fun.

Can you imagine a week of just exploring the art of other people and learning about the eccentricities of others? There’s so much potential growth there. I’m sure some things will make me uncomfortable, but I’m just as sure that I’ll discover new things I like. And I’ll discover new things about me.

I have friends who go to BM and I want to pick their brains about going – what to bring, what to look for, the erotic parts, the soulful parts, and the just-gotta-experience parts.

Truthfully, there are a few of them that I’d like to go with and make a camp with, because they’re tons and fun and there’s nothing better than learning the ropes from someone who’s been there and done that before.

My ideal day at BM – wake up, partake of morning wood, get halfway dressed (topless) and eat breakfast, explore the sights and sounds of BM, find a BDSM performance to watch, watch it, do more exploring, find an erotic performance to watch, watch it, mix and mingle with the denizens of BM, get up to mischief at night, and then have some evening wood to cap off a lovely day.

So. Much. Fun.

Knickers

Now it may come as no surprise to all you you, but I have a bit of an obsession with lingerie.

I have 7 drawers full of the stuff.

And that’s not counting pjs, tanks and camis, robes, and other boring night wear.

No, I’m taking lace teddies, corsets, cheetah print chemises, black lace garter belts, and genuinely tiny knickers.

Now when I use the word “tiny,” I use it loosely.  Because as all my boyfriends know, I like sexy underthings but I do not wear thongs or g-strings.

They are simply NOT COMFORTABLE for me.

My cousin Jennifer loves thongs and g-strings and I am obsessed with her teeny tiny knickers.  I’m also obsessed with her little skirts, impressive rack (it runs in the family), bikinis, and genuine love of nudity (especially her own).

I heart my cousin.

So it may seem natural to her, given my obsession, that today I shared MY NEW FAVORITE PAIR OF KNICKERS with a guy friend.

Black with a red lace heart and garter belt.  Beauty!

There’s very little I can actually say to capture my enthusiasm for a) buying these knickers and b) sharing them with a man.

Woo hoo!

Yes, you can color me tickled!

Me and the naked spa

It’s no surprise that I go to the naked spa for treatments. However what I failed to mention in my earlier posts is that I also like co-ed naked hot springs.

I’ve been to Lupin Lodge in the Santa Cruz Mountains  and Harbin Hot Springs in Middletown and both have been very enjoyable experiences for me.

Sometimes you just want to laze around the pool naked, soak in the sun, and go skinny dipping.

Is it weird being around all those naked people? Not really. Everyone is very respectful and keeps thir eyes at eye level. It’s almost like the nudity ceases to exist.

I think as Americans our attitudes towards non-sexual nudity is backwards. We act as if all nudity is bad and everyone should cover up. We don’t want our children seeing it. But we take them to art galleries where there are naked figures and paintings on display and we call it art. Why the difference? What makes one naked body art and another naked body sinful?

I think the answer is conditioning. It’s part of our culture. And it likely has a lot to do with the oversexualization of women in pornography and advertising. We treat the naked human body like it’s sinful because we see it as something that serves a sexual purpose only. We have no concept of the body as beautiful in its infinite variety.

I find naked bodies comforting. It’s great to see the variety of shapes and sizes out there. It makes me feel good about my own beautiful yet imperfect body. I think more people would feel better about their own bodies if they just allowed themselves to witness the diversity.

It’s a beautiful thing to be comfortable in one’s own skin.  And I’m rather amazed I had to take off my clothes to finally embrace mine.

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