My extended family has its own nudist contingent — something we always regarded as an oddity when I was growing up, until I actually grew up and realised it was perfectly normal. So when we were looking around for things to do on our recent visit to Swanage, in Dorset, it seemed like an obvious choice. The entire beach is two and a half miles long, but the nudist bit takes up less than half of that. You also have to walk to it — the car park is some distance from the naturist section, which is clearly marked by signs. When we eventually arrive, the place is quiet. A swift, hopefully unintrusive glance at the people in this area of the beach is enough to confirm that we are definitely, unambiguously in the right spot. At first it simply feels weird — as if you forgot to do something, like get dressed. And you wonder if anyone is staring. Your first reaction after disrobing is inevitable.
Off the beaten track
That Time We Discovered Dad Was a Lying, Cheating Nudist
T he weekend we learned about keeping secrets Dad was almost 33, and naked. The woman with him was naked too. We watched them from the center of a pond, tangled in ropey lily pad stems. The pond was carpeted in silt so slippery it sent shivers up my spine. Earlier that day, Mom had dropped my big sister Sarah and me off. Dad met us at the end of a dirt road, kissed Mom, they were still married then , said he missed her too, and sent her off. Dad was running a farm that summer. Our mother dodged his certitude, avoiding useless, unwinnable arguments in the spirit of self-preservation, and hoped we were smart enough to tune him out like she did.
The First and Final King of Bloodless Bullfighting
The bohemian escapade happened by accident, when, after a stroll down Big Beach and nary a shell for my mother to collect, she asked which beach I liked best. I decided to be honest. Quaint and clothing optional. At the time, my sexual orientation was subject to a similar self-imposed policy within my family. Even the two mentors lost to AIDS, a painful awakening to the fragility of life, omitted.
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