in para- dice.

The shores in the sun. to walk in the most natural and free way possible, like it was supposed to be be. With no soul to attention. their were hundreds others around
but they also were swimming carefree in this wonderful spot, observing schools of fish swim by, and talking to every other like they were best friends. Others were out walking on the fine white sands of the shore. We were speaking and unashamed, floating and swimming readily in the amazing azure waters of the bay, the sun warming us with its extreme life giving rays from above. Gone were the problems I’ve had in yesteryear with filling up with air and sand and binding in the worst possible of ways. It was amazing not to have to sit in a soggy swimsuit for a change. Walking down the shore could not have been easier because even though we all seemed a little different, we were all really the same, without any racial, social or sexual hurdles to overcome.
My wife on the other hand was a bit uncomfortable to say the least. In my heart I know she would have loved it if she would have attempted it, but there were too many dilemmas for her to conquer before she could justify discarding her body armor. You could say it is the taboos someone has drilled into her head for years, the body is awful, and seeing it’s a sin,or something. ( I don’t really know everywhere that this is backed up by facts!)
You could say she’s a little set in her manners or a little hard headed. You could say she just thought naked was crude and lewd, and consistently sexual in content. I suppose I am lucky to join the 10% or so who may be slightly more open to these not so new ideas.
The Natural One

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