An Interview with with Naturist Dave Rossow.
Bunny's battle with her body.
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I like to be naked. A couple of times a week I have a naked vacation: I come in the door after being gone all day, strip off my clothes, leave them in a pile, and run a bath. Then after making sure all of the blinds are drawn, I lounge around in my birthday suit, read, and listen to music. This is my banal, naked party for one.
| "I am the product of thousands of billboards, commercials, and fashion magazines." |
If I throw other people in the mix, I become aware of every little imperfection and flaw of my body; the experience, which was once my private escape from the world, becomes a bummer.
Even though I am a forward thinking feminist kind of gal and hang out with other well-intentioned folks, I am the product of thousands of billboards, commercials, and fashion magazines; I look upon my own body with the severity of the most brutal fashion editor this side of Vogue.
Beautiful, Banal Nudism
I had one moment of beautiful, banal nudism while staying on a remote island off the coast of Puerto Rico. My travelling buddy and I stumbled upon a completely unpopulated beach. Walking down the beach feeling the wind circling my body left me giddy.
| "The combination of freedom and breaking the rules was almost like being drunk or high — bad-ass and without boundaries." |
I have never experienced nature in that way — sensual, alive, and not threatened by sex. It was strange and poetic to feel so unencumbered: to walk around with my privates on parade. The combination of freedom and breaking the rules was almost like being drunk or high — bad-ass and without boundaries.
I heve been to nude beaches before but those experiences lacked the lyrical quality of my Puerto Rico trip. I've spent a couple afternoons topless on the Malibu shores, mostly populated with unattractive men, and never felt comfortable. Most of us equate sex with nudism because that is our only experience of being nude with other folks, and the last thing I want to think about is sex when surrounded by lots of strange nude men, especially when I imagine they are thinking about sex.
After Puerto Rico, I acquired a new goal: to be naked outdoors without being unsettled or travelling to an exotic locale.
When I flew back to southern California for my sister's 40th birthday party I visited an infamous nudist colony in Topanga Canyon, tucked in between the mountains separating the Valley kids from the Malibu locals. I talked my best friend (and naked conspirator in Puerto Rico) into coming with me.
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