I always have a burning desire to do things that make me uncomfortable. The discomfort, in my humble opinion, is often a symptom of growth and evolution – it happens when we step outside our bubble.
Today, I’m heading to the California resort town of Palm Springs. I’m excited for two reasons. First, I’m thrilled to wear shorts and flip-flops. While the Rhode Island winter is beautiful (I keep telling myself that), I’m going to enjoy the break from crotch-deep snow. Second, I’m tickled pink because the resort that I’m staying at (called Innduldge) is, as the website claims, “forever clothing optional.”
A clothing optional gay resort? Visions of naked breakfast buffet lines immediately come to mind, but I’m not really sure what to expect. I found Inndulge through an advertisement on my blog, and my curiosity was piqued. They were kind enough to invite me for a visit – so that I could see for myself.
Perhaps surprisingly, I really don’t have much experience with public nudity. I love being in a state of undress in my home, but I’ve never really shared that love with the masses. Quite frankly, it makes me a little uncomfortable – which, of course, is a good thing.
I’m also suspicious of the nakedness because the Palm Springs resort is gay. Nudity is one thing, but gay men have a way of making it intensely sexual. Years ago, I went to a gay nude beach in Toronto and it was essentially an outdoors bathhouse. It seems contrary to what the nudism movement is all about – that the naked body is beautiful, natural and so much more than a sexual object. But I’m prepared to be schooled.
However the next few days turn out, it’s going to be an adventure.
But alas, I have a plane to catch. Next stop: Washington, DC. Then Denver. Then Palm Springs in time for dinner.