A Clothing Optional Christmas
This holiday season, my gay bf had his heart set on vacationing at a clothing-optional gay resort in Palm Springs, a.k.a. Gay Mecca. Because like most red-blooded Americans, he wanted to wake up on Christmas morning surrounded by packages.
Alas, after much searching, gay bf discovered that Gay Mecca books up quickly during the holidays, and not a room was available. He couldn’t even get in through the back door.
Dejected and sad, gay bf has been moping around of late. He was really looking forward to celebrating the birth of Christ with a good ol’ fashioned same-sex orgy filled with six-packs. And I’m not talking about beer.
Initially, I didn’t want to burst his bubble, but I thought a little dose of reality might help the situation.
When men fantasize about nude resorts, nude beaches and the like, they nonsensically imagine the attendees to resemble Hayaks and McConaugheys. Even if they themselves look more like a DeVito.
When I was just out of college, I traveled to Europe with some girlfriends. We met some guys along the way and they got all worked up about going to a nude beach in the south of France. When we arrived, they were in for a rude awakening.
I’m willing to bet my boobs that the experience at the nude resort is similar. Attempting to lift his spirits, I let gay bf in on the secret.
The Expectation (and image portrayed on resort website):
Gay bf feels a little bit better now. Nevertheless, he says he is going to book early next year.
Sigh. That’s a man for you.
Ever been to a nude beach, resort or church social? What was your experience?