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Sandy Balls and Men In Thongs
I don't mind nudity, but I wish people would warn me when they were going to appear stark naked.
When I was small, I would tell anyone who asked what I wanted to be when I grew up that I wanted to be a naturist. Of course, back then, I had no idea of the difference between a naturist and a naturalist (which was what I wanted to be).
I have no problems with naturism, and I can understand the desire to be as naked as God intended. It is possibly healthier in some situations, and what people do is their business. What I don’t like particularly is when naturists wave their bits around without warning, and are either unaware or think their bits are the best there is.
Parent naturists
I was staying at a friend’s house when I was about twelve. I knew her parents were into nature, music, and art, and that they were a little different from my parents and other people’s parents, but I really liked them when I met them. They had a take on life that even as a twelve- or thirteen-year-old, I understood — basically, don't harm anyone and take what authorities tell you with a good pinch of salt.
However, staying over at Lisa’s was very different from my home. I needed to pee during the night and crept along the landing, only to meet both her parents on their way to bed — stark naked. They were…
