I have, I freely admit, a certain penchant for alfresco nudity, I don’t think anyone would have believed me if I’d even suggested that it was something I didn’t do.
So why do I do it?
It would be easy to say that I have an exhibitionist streak (pun intended). The reality goes much deeper than that.
I am cold climate creature and I enjoy the feeling of heat/sunshine on me. The more of me that can feel such warmth, the happier I am. Being naked is simply a much more comfortable arrangement; there is no tight fitting, sweaty, clingy material constricting those parts of me that can get uncomfortably hot and sweaty and a tendency to chafe in warm weather.
I am fortunate that I have a garden that has a certain amount of privacy so that on those rare occasions that the Scottish climate chooses to play along, I can indulge myself.
When abroad, I have no concerns availing myself of beaches where clothing is optional. For all of the reasons above. I am very fortunate that I don’t have hang-ups about my body, but the truth of the matter is, if I did have such hang-ups, I’m pretty sure a small scrap of material hiding my naughty bits would do much to alleviate them. Actually, there are bits of me that I like less than others, but perversely, my willy and my arse aren’t on that list (I actually consider my posterior to be one of my good features).
There is also context. Beach nudity is (almost) never sexual nudity, it is simply (and quite literally) being comfortable in your own skin. The fact is that when everyone is naked or nearly so, skin loses much of it’s sexual connotations. It’s simply the outermost layer of our body and the chances are no one is actually looking. When it comes to lying on a beach, soaking up the sun, nudity (for me at least) is not about exhibitionism or voyeurism, it’s simply about providing the maximum surface area for the heat and sunlight to sink into my pale blue, northern skin and enjoy feeling warm in as natural a state as possible.
I appreciate that not everyone is as relaxed about such matters, but for me, assuming I ever did give it much thought, whatever insecurities I may have had were shed long ago, and my clothes get shed wherever the circumstances allow.