Well, technically it was a "clothing optional" beach. It was my first time getting out of the city in a month, and I was just happy to be in lush, green nature--even if that nature involved aged genitalia. My friends and I didn't know what to expect. We figured we'd see the token, chubby, lone naked guy sitting quietly on a towel, reading "1001 Kama Sutra positions" or something of the sort. Oh no. It was a nonstop naked parade. Men, women, couples, swinging couples, mothers, lesbian lovers. I mean, I felt out of place having clothes on.
It did ruin my appetite seeing all that wrinkled flesh waggling around. Getting old plus gravity just doesn't look good on anyone. Who knew your butt could sag that much? I must admit, I admire the sheer courage and, for lack of a better word, balls to walk around blatantly naked. As long as you're not creepy and taking pictures, but just "Being one with your body"--then more power to you. Although it'd be nice if the naked people were like thirty years younger and thirty times more attractive...well, one can dream, can't they?
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