19.12.2025 22:09 p (@p@pixelfed.de) Some interesting thoughts and a good read I found on the net:
**I Live in a Nude Beach Town, and Now That There’s a Hotel, You Can Come Visit**
By Tiffany Thornton, December 5, 2025
One moment, I was a solo traveler exploring Mexico’s rugged coast, the next I found the freedom to express myself in a nudist beach town.
I never expected to end up living in a nudist town. It wasn’t on my itinerary, given that I had a return plane ticket back to Canada, not knowing at the time that I would never use it. An unexpected adventure while visiting a close friend in Mexico City one summer led me to Zipolite—a small beach town on Mexico’s Pacific coast where clothes and convention seemed to melt away under the sun.
Zipolite’s free-spirited, hippie vibe dates back to the 1960s when travelers began arriving in search of peace and simplicity. Unlike most of Mexico’s coasts, which became more touristy, the town kept a relaxed, “live-and-let-live” vibe. Early on, Zipolite had no paved roads, and its remoteness allowed visitors to experiment freely with nudism. Of the few nudist beaches in the country, it’s the only one that is legally recognized. Locals mostly stay clothed, yet they’ve always welcomed those who don’t.
The Start of My Adventure
When I arrived in Zipolite after a bumpy solo journey on the back of an old army truck that I shared with livestock and locals, the first thing I noticed wasn’t the nudity—it was the light. Golden and heavy, it lingered over everything: the sand, the hammocks, the faded signs. Nobody seemed to be in a hurry. I would later learn that “tranquilo” (meaning “to relax”) was the motto here.
The truth is, I had never been uncomfortable with nudity. Throughout my youth, my mother used to take us skinny dipping in Ontario lakes. One of her friends even owned a nudist resort. To me, bare skin was just part of being human...
I suppose I should take a moment to appreciate the irony of what I'm about to say, given how I often respond to other people's posts:
There's an inherent risk in sharing one's personal opinions in any public setting. There will almost always be someone out there with a different/opposing opinion, and they may seek to challenge. There's a possibility that the opinion was formed on incomplete or incorrect information. And speaking openly about any subject has the potential to make enemies of others who would otherwise be neutral or potentially allies.
I see certain people (on my #Mastodon instance and elsewhere) voicing their opinions, which they are within their right to do. But I wonder how they're able to manage any consequences that follow.
The safer option is to withhold all opinions and be perceived as a blank slate to everyone. But I suppose participating in any form of social media to an extent above passive consumption, requires speaking up about something.
19.12.2025 21:35 p (@p@pixelfed.de) Some interesting thoughts and a good read I found on the net:
**I Hung Out a Naked Party in Texas and It Changed the Way I Travel**
By Alex Temblador, December 16, 2025
Attending a party in the buff was all I needed to finally embrace my sense of adventure.
Ididn’t plan to go with a bunch of tourists and locals to a creek in Terlingua, Texas. I didn’t plan to skinny-dip under a night sky dotted with constellations of twinkling stars. I definitely didn’t plan to return to my Couchsurfing spot and hang out naked while drinking beer and eating pizza at a naked party. But that’s what makes traveling so special, it gives you the opportunity to try unexpected things that you’d never thought you’d do.
The day before the naked party, I set out for Terlingua from Dallas on an impulsive road trip to hike in Big Bend National Park. Money was tight, so I had booked a Couchsurfing spot with a 70-year-old man, let’s call him Bill, who split his time between Austin and Terlingua. Wi-Fi and a private room with a blow-up mattress convinced me to book my stay.
When I arrived, I met Bill at his house. Soon after setting down my bags, he insisted on taking me to the porch next to the Starlight Theatre to meet the other locals, some of whom lived in the area year-round, rocking t-shirts, shorts, and dust-covered Chacos.
While sitting on the porch, I overheard one person mention visits to the nearby hot springs for nighttime skinny dipping. A little later, someone else brought up impromptu naked parties held in various homes.
“Y’all sure like to get naked down here,” I commented, unable to resist chiming in.
“It’s so hot here, it just makes more sense to be naked,” replied one of the locals. I was assured that these naked parties weren’t sexual or exactly planned; they just happened...
El último mensaje decía “vuelvo enseguida”. Nadie respondió cuando pasó una semana. Entonces entendimos que no se había ido… solo había dejado de existir. #Microrrelato#FicciónBreve#Misterio#mastodon