My husband loves to be naked, “If you don’t have to wear clothes why should you?” is his attitude toward nudity.
I love him and respect his attitude but I love clothes. I love creating adornments for this body I walk around in. “Why walk around naked when I can dress up” is my attitude.
I must admit the first time I swam naked was so freeing not to be encumbered in water by a tight-fitting bathing suit. And now I love to swim naked, do hot tubbing naked, feeling water and sun on my naked skin is so peaceful almost womb like.
But for him when the sun comes out providing warmth, off come his clothes
Living at Lupin provides him with that freedom from the taboos of nudity. I can feel his sense of himself exposed to the currents of air surrounding him, unencumbered by clothing.
It makes me smile to see him in that state of joy.
Maybe, and I have to admit to the possibility, that being brought up with those very taboos that nudity is asking for trouble as a female. It is somewhat sinful and sexually wanton.
I remember as a child in kindergarten being asked to draw a picture of our family. I drew a rather explicit picture of my father’s maleness, for he walked around the house nude. My mother was called into school. I can only imagine her embarrassment. My dad covered up after that. Somehow I remembered that it wasn’t okay for grownups to be nude. I sometimes think how my father would have loved coming to Lupin.
It has been liberating to be socially nude at the pool and hot tub.
Maybe it all comes down to balance and a step by step acceptance of my very nudeness as a natural adornment. Who knows?