Today, I once again went to the beach (hooray!) and took a long walk at the edge of the ocean. If my walk is long enough east, I end up walking through the nude beach.
The first time I went through the nude beach, I had no idea it was there. I was walking and people-watching, and as I walked, the people grew less and less numerous. Then, after a bit of solitude, I started to see people again, and to my surprise, they were all naked.
I am pro-naked in theory, and think a nude beach should be a wonderful thing, but that first time was very difficult for me. As I realized what was going on, my first instinct was to go back and start walking west. But I didn’t want to appear rude, or be a wimp, so I kept going east. I wasn’t quite sure where to look, and I was worried that I was committing a faux pas by walking across in my bathing suit, but I just kept going. No one seemed put off by my walking or the bathing suit.
The second time I went walking on the shore, I was prepared. This time, I didn’t feel so embarrassed, and was able to look elsewhere than at the sand. There were mostly men there, although a few women were present, and I have never seen so many penises in my life. Actually, I was very surprised at how unerotic the nude male bodies were to me. I guess I prefer my penises erect, and these were quite floppy and small from the cold ocean water. Despite my confirmed heterosexuality, I actually enjoyed looking at the women more. I find it a pleasure to see all kinds of different body types in women, all so beautiful, since the media usually portrays the same type over and over again. In fact, the only man I found vaguely attractive was one that resembled Frog. What can I say? I am truly Pavlovian about what attracts me.
The third time I went to the beach and took my walk, I stopped by the end of the nude zone, where hardly anyone was, to go for a quick swim- bathing suit on. I was approached by an older man who struck up a conversation, sans bathing suit of his own. Now this was strange: I am all for nudity as a natural thing, yada yada, but this time, the nudity was in the context of what seemed like a come-on. So it was a little weird. I wasn’t, this time, the only one walking through in a bathing suit, so I felt reassured that I wasn’t being too rude.
Today was my fourth time crossing the nude beach. Again, once I stopped to swim, I was approached and chatted up. (It is quite the ego booster, actually, as this never happens to me.) I started thinking how nice it must be to go nude in nature, although a sunburn hazard for certain areas. Would I have the nerve to ever do it myself? I would like to think I would.
