Have you ever gone skinny dipping?
I’ve been swimming plenty of times, used hot tubs, paddled in the sea and fallen over in a river. But I’ve never been skinny dipping. -_-
I think I’m going to have to do something about that. Not sure when or how, but its something that I almost feel obliged to try. Isn’t it on most of those ‘150 Things To Do Before You Die’ lists? If it isn’t, it should be.
I mean, what is the big deal anyway? So you’re naked, big deal! You were born that way, you sleep that way (or at least I do) and you should damn well admit you like to see other people that way. So really… what is the problem?
When I was in Tenerife, I had to stop my sister staring at all the naked people on the beach. Her eyes went really wide and she kept quietly asking why they didn’t have swimming costumes on. Biting back my usual sarcy reply (or any reply, actually) I pondered on it myself.
Was it to prevent tan lines? To show off (some of them had nothing to show off about!)?
Then I remembered the last time I ventured into Europe for any length of time and recalled that their attitude to nudity is very different to that here. Not that you can wander down the street with all your bits hanging out, but if you accidentally walk into someone in the changing room, or on the loo, they tend not to freak out like an English person might. They (mainly the women) certainly aren’t shy to ensure that their tan is smooth all over while sunning themselves on the beach.
Heh, that might be my excuse to go back to Tenerife… I can skinny dip without worrying!
…though that still relies on me getting over my own shyness. o.O I’ll work on that.
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