The Nude Beach
There are many beaches in Florida where one can be nude, but there are very few actual designated nude beaches.
When I was growing up in New York City, I started going to the nude beach at Gunnison in New Jersey – it was just a bus ride away.
That’s probably why I ended up moving to Florida – because three months of beach weather just wasn’t enough.
Sometimes now, I take the drive from Key West to Miami to visit Haulover Beach – a small but lovely nude beach.
People often ask me what happens on a nude beach. My answer is simple – the same things that happen at a bathing suit beach – volley ball, swimming, picnics, conversation, sand castles, music…only nude.
For me, nude makes all the difference.
Why? Because the feeling of the sun and the wind and the water on all my body is better than the feeling of the sun and the wind and the water on only part of my body.
When I’m on the beach I like to spend a lot of time in the water – I love the waves. When I am floating, I imagine that might be what it feels like to fly.
I like to read on the beach, too. Sometimes I collect shells, but I always throw them into the ocean at the end of the day.
I don’t know if I will always stay in Florida, but I do know this. I never want to live too far from a terrific nude beach.
When I was in high school we studied e.e. cummings in freshman English. I wonder how my English teacher, whom I adored, would feel about the fact that I use the things she taught me to write erotica. In any case, I remember an e.e. cummings poem about a trip to the beach.
The last lines were these.
“Whatever we lose, like a you or a me
It’s always ourselves we find at the sea.”
That bit has always stuck with me. And no matter where I am, going to the beach is like going home – a place to find myself, to find my center. Without the encumbrance of clothing, modesty and body shame, that’s easier to do.