Life In The Tropics As Nudists
Nudism As A Lifestyle: Living Savage
WHAT IF YOU CANNED LIVING IN THE CITY AND HEADED TO A SIMPLER LIFE?
There’s a beach in Central America (that’s as much as I’ll tell you here on the “outside” in terms of location) where the sun has two settings: broil and fry. If you stroll the shore at midnight it may dip to eighty degrees. Clothes are unimportant here.
In the normal course of things, safety and security trumps desire, but what if you change course? What if, sitting on a jammed subway or freeway during your morning commute, you think fuck it? Will the sky fall if I change course? What if I chase dreams instead of duty?
No, the sky won’t fall, but it does become much warmer and friendlier, with the sun rising and falling on a dime (a tropical thing), and it never hides behind an overcast though it may give way to a brief deluge to freshen things up. Then it’s back to sunshine.
Another question is, what can you pursue for itself alone and not some other thing? Like enjoying life rather than striving to procure the things that make life enjoyable, or so you thought?
My friend in New York has a $16,000 a month mortgage for a condo that in square footage is smaller than the home I grew up in. On top of that, his condo fees are $800 – a month. Last year I spent $8,800 on housing and utilities. I live like a king in comparison, and the fresh fruit is always in season. My friend in the most miserable person I know.
Living by instinctual energies and desires alone isn’t enough, of course. A person needs a plan and a purpose. My own are portable, as they are for Bruce, his hippie mate Mia and my girlfriend, who we call Ginger as a joke because we’re living a Gilligan’s Island fantasy. Also, because she has reddish hair.
I haven’t seen Mia or Ginger with clothes on over the past twenty-four hours. Bruce either, but I ignore his body from the neck down (I’m not homophobic; I just prefer not to see other men naked if I can help it). I wore gym trucks earlier today for a run on the beach because I don’t like flopping around. Ginger wears a light top to prevent shoulder sunburn and nothing else. Otherwise we’ve been naked since yesterday afternoon after returning from our local town for provisions and internet usage.
Though we’re not exactly living a Clan of the Cave bear existence, we tend not to trouble ourselves with privacy when making love. We’re not swingers. I haven’t touched Mia in that way, nor Bruce Ginger. But I see them making love all the time or, rather, often. Mia’s life seems to be one long orgasm.
"This isn't to say there haven't been moments.
a hugger by nature, who also likes to cuddle, can be challenging
when we're both naked."
I'm often surprised when, after a year of this lifestyle, sitting with two naked attractive women for lunch or dinner is still an exciting prospect. I like seeing Ginger naked in front of other people. Maybe it taps some primordial urges, or jealously, because it always puts me in the mood for conquest. It's also a proactive way of keeping the relationship spicy.
Early on, when we still adjusting to this lifestyle, Ginger and I made love standing up in the kitchen. Lots of couples do that, but not with Bruce and Mia sitting at the table nearby. It was hot as hell, and we've repeated it in other circumstances of not being entirely alone. This would be new territory for most. It was for me. Ginger said, "now we're savages." Yeah. Maybe. All I know is it beats cubicles and long commutes.
We have lesbian neighbors, four of them, sharing a beach hut about a hundred yards away. Two of them, Gale and Brigitte, a Swiss girl, I’ve never seen clothed. They wander over as naked as newborns. A German and Dutch couple share lodgings to our other side and they aren’t big on clothes either. Well, the Germans never are, wherever they may be.
We all make a living off the internet, even though we have to go into town to use it. I budget a couple hours every other day to send and receive assignments. No clients complain that I’m not on permanent call. Most of them envy me. I encourage them to visit and some of them do come. Last month we set up a tent for two couples and within a day they were in the swing of things, meaning they skipped the wardrobe.
What have I learned living as a nudist? It takes only a little time to adjust to life without clothes. Getting out of bed with Ginger in the morning and walking naked to the beach for a dip, well, what could be better than that? Drying off on the beach as the sun fills the sky, the German neighbors may stop for a chat and then Mia might amble out nude with her head full of flowers and say breakfast is ready. Compare that to your average morning ritual and get back to me as to which is better.
How long will this lifestyle last, you may wonder. As long as it works, I suppose. There’s no plan or agenda, no angst hanging in the air over what may come next. In ten years I could be living in Montana, or Ibiza. Or I’ll be right here. One thing I won’t do, in terms of lifestyle, is ever be hooked-up 24/7 to the digital age. I’ll continue to make a living off it, but no longer be its slave. Excerpt Nudist Lifestyles: People Living Nude