SOCIAL NEKKIDITY
In the last year or so I’ve been pretty straightforward in
my discussions about sexuality and some of the behavioral aspects of
aging as well as what seems, to me at the very least, the constant
exposure of my genitalia and discussions regarding them.
The
majority of Lil Rambler’s appearances are medical in nature and behind closed doors, though I
will usually share intimate details of my life with a close few friends. I’m
an open book with only a couple of people, but being a blunt sort of guy
I don’t bother hiding much from anyone else if asked directly.
Which brings me to an odd and re-emerging aspect of my personality: immodesty.
In
college I had a reasonably well-earned reputation for being naked. Not
as a nudist, but someone who posed for art projects, played a fair
amount of strip poker, and didn’t bother closing the door to my dorm
room or asking anyone of either sex to hide their eyes if I happened to
be changing. I had a pretty good physique and wasn’t bugged if somebody
else saw something most guys cup nervously if they happen to be
caught naked.
(The
cupping thing is one of the social modesty-related behaviors I think is
hysterically stupid and paranoid. We all know you’ve got a dick, and
grabbing yourself in public isn’t going to spare your humiliation one
iota. Not like nearly everyone hasn’t seen a better example of a penis,
so don’t worry about it and just excuse yourself to go get some pants
without doing the gropey tiptoe walk out of the room.)
Given
everything going on with me medically, I’m going back to that sort of
uninhibited mentality. Being naked with doctors and medical techs has
been a lifelong experience and necessity, and at this point I’ve
discovered going pantsless, even just around the house, is actually a
very comfortable and relaxing thing for me. I don’t think that makes me a
nudist or naturist, since there are no public aspects to my partial
nudity. Being naked isn’t meant to be a statement, it’s just about
comfort.
Years ago I
did business with a graphic artist who was himself a nudist. Not only did he work with nude models (I never posed), but when he didn't have a nude model present, he himself undressed. (He refused to be undressed with his models, stating he didn't want that kind of work environment for any of them.) Part of his personality
was such that he felt more open and honest with other people when he was
able to be comfortably undressed around them. For him it was both
comfort AND statement.
Today
as I was relaxing outside in my yard, pants free, it hit me that I’d
probably be comfortable with some of my best friends if pants-free were
part of our deeper conversations, that if they dropped by and didn’t
object I probably wouldn’t bother covering up. I know, that sounds weird
but, well, you don’t know some of my friends.
Already
I enjoy the fact that my physical therapist and I can have a
comfortable conversation, even after I’ve undressed for my session. We
long ago outgrew the need for draping, and can have a social or
treatment-related conversation without me being clothed, and it’s a
remarkably refreshing way to interact.
(At least for me. He seems to be relaxed about it too, and would certainly have mentioned it if he were uncomfortable.)
But
other than my wife, my therapist, my best friend, and my urologist’s
team - all of whom have had differing reasons for having met Lil Rambler
- I have yet to test those boundaries. If it ever happens it’s going to
be organic and nothing planned. This isn’t nudism, it’s comfort. In
college my particular circle practiced conversational nudity without
inhibition, and that’s what seems to be re-emerging for me in my later
years.
But social mores
in this modern era will probably prevail. It’s unlikely anyone will
show up unexpectedly while I’m semi-attired, and none of my friends are
likely to tell me to lose the pants and relax when I go over to visit.
(And
even my wife seems non-plussed with my newfound around-the-house and
vacation-room liberty, though in her defense she hasn’t said a word.)
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