I was headed on vacation with my husband to a town with a nude beach for a week, and I decided we absolutely must visit it no matter how uncomfortable the idea made me. My sweet husband wasn't crazy about the idea, but being the supportive guy he is, he got on board. There is a swirl of reasons I was attracted to the idea of a nude beach. Last year, when I turned 30, I went on a celebratory bikini walk — it was the only time I had ever worn a bikini out, and it ended up being pretty liberating. If only there were a way to bottle up that feeling of enjoying what you have while you have it to give to younger women. My time with this reasonably ripe body was running out, and I figured I'd better do something with it. Getting naked at the beach seemed like the perfect thing I laugh at the accuracy and decide to throw on my favorite and most flattering swimsuit, just in case I chicken out. Even though I never wear makeup to the beach, I find myself slathering it on — my tits may be out, but at least my dark circles will be well undercover.
View research View latest news Sign up for updates. This ethnographic project considers the politics of public sexuality at a Canadian nude beach. This study explores the interaction of the naturist versus sexuality discourses that arise at the beach. On the surface the beach reads like a simple heteronormative space that is controlled and dominated by heterosexual men. Upon further investigation of the discursive field of sexuality at the beach, where different sexual scripts, postures, and identities are elaborated and inscribed, an amalgam of these discourses emerged that complicated the simple power relation of heterosexual males over females and gay men. What is at stake in this analysis are bodies and pleasures—not simple sex desire and domination. This is a preview of subscription content, log in to check access. Rent this article via DeepDyve.
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Which, in and of itself, was an education. But after said 3. And, never having spent a full day wearing nothing but sunscreen, I thought it would be an interesting little trip outside of my comfort zone. It did not disappoint, and here are a dozen things I learned in my afternoon by the pool at a nudist resort.