I wrote earlier in the week of how, after 20 years of not shaving, I’d attacked myself with some depilatory cream and scissors and adopted a ‘smooth’ look.
In some ways it feels great, in others I’m not so certain about it, although any change in hairstyle, anywhere, sometimes requires some getting used to.
I also wrote earlier in the summer of how ‘girl fur is back, but not to 1970s jungle levels’. I was wrong.
Out by the pool is a rather hippy couple. He with long curly hair reaching to his waist and her… with wild, untamed girl fur on display. Both of them looked beautiful.
While I’m not sorry I’ve gone (temporarily) smooth -it has been interesting to have slightly different sensations of the air on bare skin for example – I expect to be going back to my usual look.
I prefer it.
And equally, whether smooth or natural, it’s terrific that others feel the same way, happy to be themselves within naturism and, as usual, no one judges.
Observing naturists or, indeed, anyone, you pick up their body language.
Here in Spain people are very sociable, and it’s quite evident that people invite their friends or family to stay for a while. Not all will be naturists, but there seems to be such a Spanish ‘go with the flow’ attitude that they join in, some more readily than others.
Last night was one such night, where it was evident an extended Spanish group had been for dinner, come back and decided to go for a swim in the pool. Some march confidently, nonchalantly to it. Others, male and female, have towels wrapped around themselves.
You can almost read the minds. ‘In a moment, I’m going to be naked in front of friends and family and I’m terrified.’
One young woman reached the pool’s edge, let the towel drop and possibly as a way of diminishing her embarrassment at the moment, waved her hands triumphantly in the air. And still you could read her mind. ‘God, but this feels fantastic, this feels liberating!!!!’
You go, girl, and have many more naturist moments in your life like that.