Naturist Tropes (No.1)

A trope, in literature, is a ‘recurring theme’.

And I was thinking that there are also ‘naturist tropes’, recurring themes, scenes, events, occurrences that I see each time I’m off on holiday.

With that in mind, I’ve decided to run an occasional series in which we explore these themes, the things that simply happen despite a revolving number of holiday makers, some experiencing naturism for the first time. Explanation over, let’s dive straight in…

No.1 The first-time nervous naturist

An affliction that both sexes encounter, for different reasons. For the female, she had perhaps been a topless sunbather for some time, and already encountered all of the fears and insecurities regarding the baring of her boobs. Are they too big? Too small? Too saggy? Is one bigger than the other? Are my nipples too pink? Too brown? Are the areola too large? Too small?

Maybe she’s over that. In my experience most European females will have indulged in some form of toplessness by the time they’re 20, certainly. Maybe they’ve been doing it all their lives. Only occasionally will you see the shy girl for whom it remains a big deal. And generally she’ll get over it with, with gentle encouragement from her friends, boyfriends or whoever. And in some case the insecurity of teenage is all-consuming. Often you’ll see ‘Mum’, happily topless or even fully nude, while teenage daughter wrestles with the insecurities of teenage and the straps on her bikini bra. More amusingly, you occasionally see a naked and unconcerned ‘Gran’ swimming or sunbathing naked while her teenage grand-daughter is filled with self-doubt. Shouldn’t it be the other way around?

But she still has to confront the bigger obstacle, losing her bikini briefs. Often, women of all ages will happily go topless and never go fully nude. And in a naturist setting, you’ll see those first-timers for whom this is the crossing of the Styx. Yep. It’s the bridge between ‘the earth’ as she’s previously known it, and ‘the underworld’ (certainly the ‘unknown’) of total, public nudity.

And so for the first couple of days she may remain wedged into her bikini briefs. Not just nervous teenagers, but nervous women of all ages.

And some will nervously strip off to sunbathe face down and, when rolling over, pull themselves into a sitting position so best to hide their exposed genitals. Some will sunbathe nude, and pull on bikini briefs to walk to the sea for a swim, then take them off again when they return to their towel. And, regularly, I see women walk, in the briefs, to the water’s edge, only to return, nude, with said briefs in their hand! Why? I’m not sure. I guess that there are times when the power of the waves are pulling their briefs this way and that, and suddenly it makes sense to go without. And at other times it may be that they slip them off in the water, realise what an enjoyable feeling naked swimming is, and decide enough’s enough; they’re going to go fully nude.


A familiar scene at a naturist beach. A woman enters the sea in her bikini briefs, and removes them on exiting the water.

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Mercedes models Muschi’s L$1 tanlines (as a tattoo layer)

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Mercedes models Muschi’s ‘front only’ towel. With use of the correct pose, it could be made to look as if it was being held in place.

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Mercedes wearing the ‘front only’ towel from Muschi, a rear view.

I specifically asked Mercedes to provide a rear view of the ‘front only’ towel because, keeping the ‘nervious first timer’ theme in mind, I once witnessed a young Mum going through that very nervous, quite evidently nude debut moment herself. With a towel clasped in place over her front, she was filming her husband and two young children in a pool at a naturist place we were holidaying at, and clutching firmly at it with her elbows down to hold it there as she filmed. She seemed unconcered at her rear being bare in public. As she continued to film, and clearly feeling herself enjoying the experience, suddenly the towel dropped away and she was naked in public for the first time. Her husband, still in the pool with the children, glanced over and gave her the greatest grin of approval I’ve ever seen. And with that, her nervousness, self-doubts and feelings of insecurity were gone. I didn’t see her holding the towel for the rest of the holiday.

For males, well, they’ve been exposing their nipples their entire lives! So ‘topless’ has never been an issue. But what about that moment when they drop their shorts for the first time? My view is that males can and do embrace public nudity a little more readily than females. Why? I don’t really know, other than maybe they’re more used to it, in sports changing rooms and thus the concept isn’t wholly alien, even if in a single sex environment.

But you can still observe the nervous male, his nervousness almost solely coming from his worry that he doesn’t ‘match up’ to the other men. Is his penis small? Average? Large? I’d say that those guys who are quietly confident about being ‘above average’ will often confidently strip off because they’re proud of their equipment and want everyone to share a sense of how well-endowed they are. And yes, this would be the case in genuine naturist environments as well. The less well-endowed maintain a sense of nervousness in case they don’t measure up to expectations. The odd thing is that female naturists aren’t desperately focused on male genitalia. Someone who keeps in shape and who is well-toned, regardless of penis size, will tick more boxes for women.

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A couple of my male friends, Howie and Rick, both confess to modelling their avis on their real selves, right down to ‘equipment size’. (Both are European, and Howie is circumcised while Rick is, more typically for Europe, not). Both are also committed RL naturists. So I asked each of them about their experiences of their public debut as naturists, and in particular how they felt about their ‘equipment’.

‘I’d no sense of shame about size’, confesses Howie. ‘I was maybe a little more embarrased by looking different in being circumcised, until I realised that some naturists are circumcised, but in Europe most are not. While in a minority, I did see other guys who were also circumcised, so I don’t feel like I was totally isolated in that regard. To be honest, when I made my public nudity debut, I had booked it because I’d been unwell for a period of time, was confined to the house, wasn’t working following surgery and just sat around getting fat, hahah! We booked a sunny holiday just for the experience of lying in the sun for a fortnight, and I was probably more ashamed that I was out of condition, carrying a bit of a belly and all that. I wasn’t bothered about size, even though I’m maybe average or below average in that regard.’

And what of Rick, who acknowledges that, by contrast he’s maybe ‘above average’ in that regard (although how we quantify ‘average’ is anyone’s guess)? ‘I just stripped off. That was it. Wasn’t remotely embarrassed. I don’t, incidentally, look at other males and think ‘oh, I’m so much better than him’. I think we all carry other insecurities anyway. I hate the shape of my ears, I have a bump in my nose as a result of having it broken when I was a kid, my teeth aren’t perfect. So if I was measuring myself against other guys, the size of my penis wouldn’t be the thing I’d fixate on, or thinking ‘Your girl would be better off with me’. I’d be looking at guys in the sense of ‘he’s better looking than me, I can see why his girlfriend is just gorgeous’. Something like that. No, I don’t get hung up on it. Anyway, I think in genuine naturism the over-riding factor is always ‘how interesting are they?’, male or female. I’ve met stunning girls who don’t have two brain cells to rub together, met Mumsy types who have simply magnetic personalities. Maybe she’s a bit overweight, not stunningly beautiful, but I know I’d prefer to spend time with her than the one who looks like the supermodel, because the Mumsy, frumpier woman has sparkling conversational skills and a winning personality. In a naturist setting I’m still not focusing on their boobs or whatever. I want a sharp intellect and a sense of humour. Looks aren’t part of the deal.’

Both guys, then, suggest didn’t feel any sense of nervousness in their public, nude debut, at least regarding penis size. Which, let’s face it, is the core issue in going publicly nude for men and women alike, exposure of the genital area.

I haven’t, yet, commented on the awkward female who also goes through a ridiculous number of stages on the way to full nudity. I know. I was that female! Face down, bikini strap undone. Still face down, bikini done up again, a movement that I suggest defies all sense of human movement. Then the strap undone, hands holding the bra cups in place and the shoulder straps hanginf free. And now the entire back gets some sun! Then the half-way house of bikini top finally off, but a ‘hand bra‘ liberally used to keep those boobs covered. But maybe there’s a second or two when a boob does say ‘hello’ to the general public. Accidentally, often. Deliberately, as a sense of daring rises, occasionally. Then the moment when they finally make their first public appearance. A lot of looking down. A lot of nervous looking around. A lot of towel use from time to time to re-cover them. And then a period of sitting at a sun lounger, boobs bared. Then, finally, the confidence to walk to the water’s edge, play some beach tennis or volleyball fully, properly topless.

And we haven’t even got to the point yet where our intrepid female is going to tackle the bikini briefs. Maybe we’ll leave that for another day. After all, that’s the timescale often involved in losing the wretched, wet, clingy things. 🙂

Credits: Towel & panties down clothing (between L$90 & L$110), and tanlines (L$1) at Muschi. (also on the marketplace).


Fab Free and the rain in Spain

I do love the Fabulously Free blog, a goldmine for newbs and experienced avis alike, with a dedicated team of top notch writers bringing news from around the grid, mostly on clothing, daily. So if it’s mostly about clothing, why would a naturist be checking it out each day? Well…even naturists need clothes sometimes. You’ll always need a sarong, a bikini sometimes for that trip to and from the beach, there’ll be a plethora of accessories stuffed in your bag. And I know we’ve used Fab Free as a valuable resource in researching this type of thing.

Equally important are the fact that Fab Free blog poses and also reference locations. Again,those are essential components for ours, and any other ‘textile’ (i.e. non naturist) avatar. So I was delighted to read Love Trill’s posting ‘The Rain in Spain‘. Yes, it does rain in Spain. Sometimes violently so, as Love references in her post. Now, Spain is wonderfully sunny a lot of the time (my friends report the Mediterranean coast is currently in the mid-teens, temperature wise, which in my part of the world sometimes passes as a summer’s day!) and there’s no greater thing than to be in the sun, naturist or not, eating al fresco, swimming, sunbathing, relaxing with the kindle. And yes, it looks like I’ll still be on my Game of Thrones kick on the Kindle by the time my first naturist holiday or 2014, booked yesterday, rolls around. But when it rains….oh, boy…Spain can be dreary, simply because it’s all geared to outdoors living. In fact, it can be duller than Scunthorpe on a wet bank holiday!

Thankfully, these are rare, but I do recall us sitting on the beach a couple of years ago when a few drops of rain fell out of a blue sky. And, almost as one, the entire beach (apart from myself and Mr. Keng) gor up and left. The tiny, tiny cloud that crossed the face of the sun had passed in about two minutes, and quite frankly I’d have got more of a soaking if Mr. Keng had poured the last of his bottle of water over me. But there we were, alone. For well over an hour!

On another occasion I recall, it did tip down for most of the day, from around 1000am until mid-afternoon. There was nothing else to do put put some clothes on and shelter in our apartment with our books. But these are rare moments.

Still, Love has managed to capture the spirit of a Spanish downpour in her post. Yes, quite violent thunderstorms develop in the Med, and thunder and lightning can accompany heavy downpours. It’s possibly worse in the Balearic Islands, as you’re set in the middle of the Med there, and there’s zero land between you and Africa, but the lightning out at sea is sometimes spectacular, and a holiday experience in itself.

Love’s post comes from Puerto Banus Beach, nominally set at Marbella, and if the sim builders are from that part of the world, then they’ve insinctively added rain, thunder and lightning as part of the gig. They just know how accurate that element of the weather is. Indeed, I’m always impressed where sims do have changeable weather. Occasional rain adds a bit of realism, as opposed to relentless sunshine.


Setting the light to ‘midnight’ brings out the rain in its fullest effect


Whoo-hoo! I managed to capture a bolt of lightning come to earth behind me! Looks great!


On the basis that you’ll all be sick of looking at me, constantly, in recent posts, and no-one else was available to pose or photograph on this Thursday morning, I’ve opted to utilise my rarely used alt ‘Eve’ and had to take the photos myself, so they aren’t as spectacular as Harry’s, Diane’s or Love Trill’s are. But I hope they do capture a feeling of a Spanish downpour, and the run to reach shelter when these thankfully rare downpours take place.



Thanks to Love Trill for her original posting. No infringement on copyright is intended.