Twenty years ago, we belonged to a landed club and a non-landed one. I was the instigator, and didn't think much about it. Susan, however, a shy person, was in a job that demanded a lot of her socially, and didn't have much to do with her interests. She is comfortable with her body, has no moral objections to socializing and playing naked, but isn't reflexively interested in it.
She saw each club visit as time lost from her finite life. The dynamic remains the same: nudism moves me and leaves her cold. In retirement, I have rejoined the non-landed club because I love being naked.
I'll go to the mat with somebody over morals and body acceptance, but the thought of boring somebody, especially my life partner, horrifies me.
She saw each club visit as time lost from her finite life. The dynamic remains the same: nudism moves me and leaves her cold. In retirement, I have rejoined the non-landed club because I love being naked.
I'll go to the mat with somebody over morals and body acceptance, but the thought of boring somebody, especially my life partner, horrifies me.