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By Jim. M.  I’ve always been afraid of being seen naked in public; beaches, locker rooms, showers - they’ve all given me nightmares. Nudity scares me. I’ve been working on it personally, allowing myself to feel exposed and vulnerable. Then I came across Go Naked. It piqued my interest and made me think, “Would people ignore me, laugh, or stare me down, or think I’m not good enough? Would they think I’m fat? Would they accept a stranger if I went alone?” Recently I’ve come to understand that we human’s create stories in our minds to justify our fear and ultimately stop ourselves from living life to the fullest. Making this distinction helped me figure out why I was so afraid to be naked in front of others. My past naked experiences stopped me from accepting my naked body. I told myself “Why not just go?” Everyone will be on the same playing field – naked – with nothing to hide behind; no Hermés, no Gucci and no Louis Vuitton, no labels - NAKED. To further fortify my conviction, I recited in my head “just be pleasant, be present, and be friendly to other naked boys.” That was the pep talk I needed. When I knocked on the door, a naked man greeted me with a huge smile, signed me in, and showed me where to check my clothes and get undressed. There, another nudie (that’s what they call each other) greeted me. I felt so intimidated! All kinds of questions came to mind; “Where can I sit down?” “Do I need to hide my wee?” “Should I sit with legs closed?” “Do I strip down in a dark and hidden corner?” As I searched, I thought “Gosh, I needed to pee!” I started planning my bathroom break, so that I could my clothes in a bag in front of my partially erect penis - I was a little embarrassed and excited. I checked my clothes in, the staffer wrote the number on my arm. I still needed to pee. I smiled, thanked him, tipped him, and I slipped into the bathroom, peed. My semi went away quicker than I thought, I looked in the mirror, took a deep breath and opened the door. Into the room I walked, naked as the day I was born. I looked for people to talk with, to smile at anyone, I needed to connect with someone to take the edge off the fact that I was walking into a party with hundreds of naked guys. I’m cracking up as I write this. I was so on edge.  Everyone smiled, they made eye contact as they introduced themselves, we connected, we had a real conversation. I stood and chatted with a group of guys for several minutes, and no one had their phones. I excused myself to line up for a drink. My eyes were wandering around the room with a somewhat forced smile, I was still nervous. People smiled back – pleasant, joyous, and fully present. I got my drink. This was actually fun. Before I even knew it, I was talking to people about anything, everything, and forgetting that my package was even dangling around. It just didn’t matter. There were all kinds of people there, from the young and old, hung and average, those with perfectly ripped bodies and guys next door. We were all the same, it really didn’t matter if the guy had a big dick, or a small member, if they were trans or cis, white or brown – we were all are wearing nothing (literally) but our smiles - we were all on equal footing. Being naked in a room full of people can be sexy. It’s tempting. But this is social nudity and we didn’t want to turn it into a sex party, which I agree with. There’s something even more enticing about actually getting to know a guy, I mean really getting to know him. This was the place to do it. Everyone was talking to someone, there were some groups, some with an arm around a friend, and others making one-on one connections, even deep conversations, and everyone was naked. We were all fun loving souls having a good time! I no longer was aware of my nakedness, I felt less self-conscious and fully accepted by everyone at the party. What a genuinely unforgettable night it was! This is the start of expanding my own horizons and I’ll definitely be going back.
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