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Just got back from New Years on the sun-soaked isle and had to give some skins to Little Beach, a sandy haven for nudists, free spirits and buds of Mary Jane in Makena State Park. We went on a Sunday when the clear waves were crashing, the drums a-thumping, and a vast assortment of buns toasting in the midday sun…
I know a lot of folks are squeamish about nudity. Some are prudes (“It’s so inappropriate, TMI!”), others insecure (“I don’t want anyone to see my fat/bones/rash/wang/boobs/butt/vajayjay.”), and plenty snobby (“Models only please. Otherwise, cover it up, Fatty/Skinny/Rashy/Wangy/Booby/Butty/Vajayjay-y!”).
Yawnz. All that says more about the concerned parties than the nakertons running free.
Now, I know that nude beaches can be shady. I went to one in Miami that was a skeevy flex-off of a meat market that made me long for a body condom before I jumped in the waves. I can see why people would shy away from a shoreline of erections, bulbous and fake ta-tas, and whispered propositions that sound like espionage code (“The eagle is landing where to do what??”).
But thankfully, Little Beach isn’t like that. Drawing a hippie/stoner crowd (that isn’t even entirely naked), the beach draws a range of ages and body types who just want to frolic free and groove to the Sunday drum circle. People happily share their sunblock, boogie boards, and other tasty treats.
No arched-eyebrow body scans. No snide reviews. No sexual advances. No tan lines. Just people body surfing (naked!), drinking wine from the bottle (naked!), eating sandwiches (naked!) and chilling with friends (naked!).
It’s so normal, and so relaxed, and so full of people who are comfortable with themselves…it’s almost as if those people swathed in fabric, obstructing the cool breeze, the ferocious waves and the blazing sun are the weirdos.
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