The landlady is away so the nudist will play. Yes, that about sums it up. It was a very safe location for a photo as the trees and the wall do add a measure of privacy in spite of the gate which allows all to see into the front yard. The casa is a decorative place that was hand-painted with a variety of colours by the current owner’s mother who was an artist who lived in Mexico for a fair number of years.
What is it about needing to keep a low profile in the public eye that somehow has so many naturists and nudists push the boundaries of “safe nudity” risking exposure to an unsuspecting public that really doesn’t want to see nude people while they shop for fruit, buy a vegan meal, stock up at the seafood merchant’s, or get their bicycle repaired (neighbouring businesses on the street outside the gate)? Why do we risk, especially when we have a good-sized space that allows us total freedom? I know that I have this compulsion to test the limits and I am fully aware of so many others who do the same thing.
And when others do see us nude by accident, just how accidental was the event? There is more to what we do than we are conscious of in our behaviours. There is a bit of Doctor Jekyll and Mr. Hyde in everyone – that part of the self that slips out and does things, says things, without the consent of the ego, the conscious self. We all have instances when we say in confusion when confronted by evidence, “Did I do that? Did I say that? Are you sure?” In all of these instances, a shadow aspect of self is deliberately letting us know something is going on within us, something that we are desperately trying to deny.
In all of such incidents, we can’t categorise the behaviour as exhibitionist when it comes to nudity. There is a different. Exhibitionist behaviour is a deliberate act to shock, to dare in order to get a shot of adrenalin that gives us ego inflation. We know what we are going to do, plan it, and execute it in spite of the likelihood of getting caught with our pants down. The work of the shadow is something else. When it acts on our behalf, we are as shocked as the people who witness our vulnerability.
And then there is the middle territory where the compulsion is seen, and one is aware but somehow not quite in control. One becomes a bystander witnessing the event, trying at the same time to moderate the exposure and the risk. Who said being a human is anything but a messy thing?