Dear Abby (Part 2)

Earlier in the week I posted ‘Dear Abby’, a post wherein an adult naturist male’s sister had discovered his naturist lifestyle and wanted to join her brother at the brother’s naturist holiday home. The man was ‘freaked out’ by the thought of his sister seeing him nude (although the correspondent didn’t clarify if he man was ‘freaked out’ by the thought of seeing his sister nude, or the sister’s intentions on whether she was going to nude or remain covered until she decided if she liked the lifestyle -although we do know she wanted to explore it, so presumably had the intention of stripping off.)

I asked if readers had a view on this. They did, and I’m grateful to Danee & Eric for their responses.

I said I’d add my view in due course.

Had the brother and sister been raised in a naturist environment they’d probably have grown up knowing what each other looked like and there would have been no issue. That sounds like a pretty good reason for raising children in a nude-friendly environment, even if the household isn’t naturist per se.

I don’t understand why the man should be disconcerted. His sister probably has never thought of him in terms of being naked, assuming she hasn’t accidentally seen him nude when they shared a home growing up, but it’s safe to say she won’t think he has ownership of anything other than the usual set of male genitals.

Like all of us who weren’t naturist children and accepted the lifestyle as normal from an early age, we will all have had that ‘awkward’ first time in public while naked moment.

‘Everyone will be looking at my penis’

‘Everyone will be looking at my boobs’.

No, they won’t. Many don’t think this is true as they approach their debut, but as experienced naturists come to recognise it as fact. We meet our naturist friends and don’t think of them as a collection of usually unseen parts. We greet them as friends, pure and simple, and in naturism there’s a rapidly approached point where you don’t even consider them as being naked, just people.

‘But my sister may not be naked’, he might wail.

So what? I’ll bet that in his usual naturist experience there are times he’s encountered females who weren’t naked, and didn’t think anything of it.

While he may have reservations, my advice would be that he simply does his usual thing. From what I gather, he’ll be doing some household repairs. Just get on with it, and if his sister’s there, I’m imagining she might have many questions about naturism, its etiquette and practices if she’s exploring the concept of the lifestyle. I’m guessing that type of conversation will ensue.

Were I in this position, with my brother in attendance, I’d get on with doing my own thing and treat my nude form as normal (which it is). My brother knows I’m a naturist. He’s even seen my holiday snaps. I didn’t feel ashamed or embarrassed by the lack of swimwear in the photos. It’s who I am. He’s never expressed any desire to be a naturist, but I don’t feel ‘disadvantaged’ by that. I don’t feel there needs to be a quid pro quo in this.

Personally, I believe he should get on with his nude repairs, answers the questions likely to occur, and any ’embarrassed’ moment will pass in a minute. After that, normal naturist lifestyle will recommence.

Will there be any sense of being ‘disadvantaged’? I suspect not. I suspect that his sister’s interest in naturism means she’s going to the resort to experience the freedom of swimming or sunbathing without clothes, not just to be a curious observer.

I would really love to hear back from the original correspondent on how this situation resolves itself.

Trine

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