Thinking Au Naturel In Paris

The Thinker - Thinking in Paris.

The Thinker – Thinking in Paris.

We’ve been in Paris for almost a day and it’s time to plan our sightseeing agenda for the day. Yes, the Musée Rodin is on the list as is La Tour Eiffel. We’ve been in Paris a fair number of times and so all of our stops will likely be repeats, well at least for the most part. There will be moments of discovery as we wander down streets not on the typical guided tour. I follow gut feeling, not a scripted guide book. It makes for interesting discoveries.

This is the first time in Paris without our children, well that is if we don’t count the hours between plane and train in August. There is no promise of sunshine or warm temperatures, so wearing clothing becomes a sensible choice versus a societal choice. At least the hotel room is warm and private. Now, it’s time to have breakfast before dressing and heading out with the camera.

Leaving Costa Natura

Costa Natura

Costa Natura

In an hour from now we will be leaving Costa Natura in order to go to Málaga where we have booked a room for the night. We fly out of Málaga tomorrow morning for Paris. Sadly, this means there will be very little clothes free time for the foreseeable future. With the weather being overcast and raining, there is not much reason to stay longer. We are both ready to go home.

Ten days together at a naturist resort – it’s a first for us. I was surprised at how well it went considering that she is not, nor ever will be, a naturist at heart. She is so comfortable in her body without her clothes on that this truth is surprising, but that comfort only exists with complete strangers. The presence of family, friends, and people with whom we enjoy small contact makes a huge difference. It is at this point that feelings of vulnerability force a rush to clothing.

Going home happens with newboundaries, or rather old boundaries which become more binding. My nudity will be limited to my office and our living room at night when drapes are closed and the door is locked. The survival of relationship depends on this. Of course, I worry. Can I do this? The reward will be more willing participation in future naturist events as a couple. Is this enough?


Waiting For Sunshine

Waiting for inner and outer sunshine to appear.

Waiting for inner and outer sunshine to appear.

As some who read my posts know, I have issues with depression and positive self-concept. Since rediscovering and reinvesting in naturism, there has been a decided improvement. However, naturism isn’t a cure, it is simply an honest refection of the self, one that is avoided by most for fear of what would be revealed.

Faced with the truth of our bodies, we are given a chance, a choice to be kind to the body which in the final analysis, is our only authentic possession. Humans have an urge to gather things and people which will somehow serve as a statement of worth. Designer labels, trophy memorabilia that tells others what we have done and where we have been, are presented as proofs of our worth. Rather than confront the truth about mistreating our body with gluttony and a delibating lack of fitness, we hide the body with the latest colours and fashions somehow believing that this is the only legitimate way of gathering the approval of others.

Certainly, others would hold us in the lowest esteem possible if we stand before them naked and imperfect as defined be the moguls who make billions of dollars dollars, pounds, and Euros in convincing us to hide our scars and blemishes. And if we should dare to be naked, there is a perfection template that should be adhered to – be youthful, slim, and pleasingly muscular – and even more important, provide a source of revenue for the body image industry that includes the porn industry.

BeBeing naked outside of these parameters is tolerated within gated nude communities that keep nudists out of sight of the public in what can best be described as voluntary minimum security institutions. Think of nudist resorts, ranches, campgrounds, and so on as keeping nudists locked away from the public rather than keeping the public out of these sites. Who is being protected from whom?

Yes, the edges of depression are flittering around the edges of my being in spite of my being nude outdoors. Perhaps tomorrow will be a better day.

Hidden In Plain Sight

Costa Natura by the Mediterranean Sea.

Costa Natura by the Mediterranean Sea.

To post or not to post, that is the question which rustles through my head at this time. The sun is out and has been a very close companion all day. Now in mid-afternoon, I find myself sitting partly in the shade taking a siesta pause of some sort here in the south of Spain.

But of course, the question is rhetorical as I am writing even though I am not sure what to write. The image shows where I am at this moment, off to the right side of the photo hidden from view on the pedestrian overpass I crossed on my way to buy a few more groceries. Hidden out on a patio open to all passersby who offer friendly greetings.

Not Fully Conscious Even When Nude

Where there is light, there are shadows.

Where there is light, there are shadows.

More sunshine today, more than yesterday, and it is celebrated with extra time by the pool. I had thought that the number of people at Costa Natura had significantly diminished because of the end of the Independence Day long weekend. However, the various sunning lawns are filled with others invested in sunshine.

Humans are strange beings. This is quite visible here in a naturist environment. Being able to spend enough time here, I am seeing responses to being nude in public fluctuate. Most days, it is as though there is little self-conscious behaviour for both men and women. Then, a number of these same people guard their nudity with a discreetly placed towel or other object. The environment hasn’t changed, so something else is at work, something that I doubt even these people could explain. If anything, they would likely deny doing what a camera would show them. After all, they are committed nudists and naturist, owners of condos in a nudist community.

Their heads believe one thing, their bodies reaffirm this ego belief, but their unconscious behaviour tells a different story. I am no different. The only problem is, I don’t readily recognize the disconnect between my conscious self and the stranger(s) that lurks beneath the thinking ego’s awareness of self. All that lets me know that one of my shadow (unconscious) aspects has manifested is the emergence of affect. Not only affect, small things done or said or communications of unconscious body language give evidence of the shadow’s presence.

Something to think about.

Pause de Cafe Sans Vetements

Stealing a moment of sunshine in the pool at Costa Natura.

Stealing a moment of sunshine in the pool at Costa Natura.

We woke up to glorious sunshine this morning. After yesterday’s overcast skies, the heart sang with anticipation. There is no doubt that I have descended from an ancient tribe of sun worshippers.

Once breakfast on the patio was finished, I got dressed as I had a task to complete in town, the purchase of plane tickets that will take us to Paris on the nineteenth. Upon my return, I stopped at the Costa Natura office in order to book our condo for three extra days. Then I went back to the condo to get out of my clothes. My wife was already out in the sunshine wearing her birthday suit.

It didn’t take too long to decide that relaxing by the pool would be preferable to sticking close to the condo. If the clouds returned we would simply slip into the jacuzzi. Well, the clouds returned, at least for a short time according to the sky, and we are sitting on the deck of the poolside restaurant having coffee and tea respectively with about a dozen other unclothed patrons. It’s a good time to write.

Spain’s First Family Naturist Resort

Stubborn and resisting the call to wear clothing.

Stubborn and resisting the call to wear clothing.

It’s raining, well at least it’s a light shower with overcast skies at the moment. It’s as good a time as any for sitting down and writing up another post. We did have a few moments of sunshine while we were at the pool and jacuzzi, enough to enjoy a hot beverage at the poolside restaurant after time spent in both jacuzzi and pool. I have to admit that I appreciate the rules against wearing swimsuits in both. It makes it that much better for the wide span of ages that use them. No coverups or sexual tittilation when there are young children, their parents, and likely a few grandparents in attendance.

It’s hard to imagine this from a North American perspective where most equate nudity with sex and public nudity with pornography. The presence of a child among naked adults, especially a naked child is seen as a 911 emergency where police and Children’s Services need to intervene, even if the adults are family. We somehow have convinced ourselves and our children that they will be scarred forever by the sight of naked adults. We teach our children not only to be afraid, very afraid of naked adults, but to fear being naked as well.

Where there is fear, when there is no real threat to safety and security, a complex has just reared its ugly face. And, there’s no reasoning with a complex.