In the summer I live in a house with a pool. Which means I live in the pool. The very very best days are the naked days. But I’m not sure it can count as swimming because I pretty much just stand at the edge of the pool, sip iced tea and read.
If there is I've nver found it! Probably a "locals only" type of situation. Way back in the late 90s I used to swim in my undies in Lake Washington, right outside of the NOA building on the far north side. It was a great area, and you could walk right on to their property and into the Sound Garden, which is an outdoor sculpture that looks like a series of metal poles, but somehow wind blows through them and they make whale-like sounds (fun fact: this is where the Seattle band Soundgarden got thier name). It was a whole afternoon you could spend up there, but the day after 9/11 a huge fence went up around it, and it's remained there ever since. My hometown of Vancouver still has a nude beach but like, the amount of Instagramming going on there doesn't work for me :(
There is always, in every summer, a woman who goes out into the waves without her top on. She also jumps into the same water in the winter and comes out with a vague blueish smile and blood-rich redskin around her tits and thighs. No one sees. That degree of freedom is reserved for the physically isolated and the very rich; she is neither. And she is no longer young. She is the most “free” person I know, not because of her skinny dipping, but for her persistence in being and presenting herself the way she is; the way she feels. Really, she doesn’t give a fuck for what other’s think, even her BFs and husband. What places her into the supernatural, is that she says she has few thoughts about herself. Her thought process seems to be primarily outgoing. She has the capacity for critical thinking - I knew her in college and she was definitely capable of criticizing her own writing and the works of others. But she does not “torture” herself with critical thoughts about her appearance. She does not wear much makeup. She wears lipstick because she likes to apply it; a variety of colors - like women’s nail colors. She also does her own nails - and toe nails? she keeps them perfect because “otherwise I almost forget I have feet”. All of this she’s always done - like a savant of freedom. I consider her “feral” in the best way possible. How she survived adolescence I have no idea - though she was beautiful. She claims it was the beauty that was her secondary superpower, her primary being the belief in her self “as is”. When the beauty wore off, the belief remained, naked; especially in the water.
In the summer I live in a house with a pool. Which means I live in the pool. The very very best days are the naked days. But I’m not sure it can count as swimming because I pretty much just stand at the edge of the pool, sip iced tea and read.
It 100% counts, and I hope you do it all summer :)
I'll swim naked on any beach that is remotely private. I hear there's a nude beach in Seattle. Truth or fiction?
Great post!
If there is I've nver found it! Probably a "locals only" type of situation. Way back in the late 90s I used to swim in my undies in Lake Washington, right outside of the NOA building on the far north side. It was a great area, and you could walk right on to their property and into the Sound Garden, which is an outdoor sculpture that looks like a series of metal poles, but somehow wind blows through them and they make whale-like sounds (fun fact: this is where the Seattle band Soundgarden got thier name). It was a whole afternoon you could spend up there, but the day after 9/11 a huge fence went up around it, and it's remained there ever since. My hometown of Vancouver still has a nude beach but like, the amount of Instagramming going on there doesn't work for me :(
Wow, I never thought of that. People posting pics of the nude beach. Duh. Better stick with empty anchorages.
There is always, in every summer, a woman who goes out into the waves without her top on. She also jumps into the same water in the winter and comes out with a vague blueish smile and blood-rich redskin around her tits and thighs. No one sees. That degree of freedom is reserved for the physically isolated and the very rich; she is neither. And she is no longer young. She is the most “free” person I know, not because of her skinny dipping, but for her persistence in being and presenting herself the way she is; the way she feels. Really, she doesn’t give a fuck for what other’s think, even her BFs and husband. What places her into the supernatural, is that she says she has few thoughts about herself. Her thought process seems to be primarily outgoing. She has the capacity for critical thinking - I knew her in college and she was definitely capable of criticizing her own writing and the works of others. But she does not “torture” herself with critical thoughts about her appearance. She does not wear much makeup. She wears lipstick because she likes to apply it; a variety of colors - like women’s nail colors. She also does her own nails - and toe nails? she keeps them perfect because “otherwise I almost forget I have feet”. All of this she’s always done - like a savant of freedom. I consider her “feral” in the best way possible. How she survived adolescence I have no idea - though she was beautiful. She claims it was the beauty that was her secondary superpower, her primary being the belief in her self “as is”. When the beauty wore off, the belief remained, naked; especially in the water.