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naked on the beach
naked on the beach
I took some time off today to go for a solid run at Black's Beach. For my many, many readers not familiar with San Diego, Black's is the one real 'clothing optional' beach we have. But a splendid beach it is.
Black's is, believe it or not, the beach featured in the thumbnail up left. It's this vast stretch of beach set between Torrey Pines State Preserve and La Jolla, set beneath tall cliffs which are themselves a hot spot for recreational hang-gliders. I have never in my four years in San Diego seen this beach packed, there is abundant parking and the occasional whale, dolphin, or sea lion sighting.
It's a short hike down the cliffs to get to the beach, but it's worth it. And today the run was exceptional. I'd forgoten, for sure, how hard it is to run in sand though. But I'd also never explored the entire length of Black's Beach until today. Doing so today something stood out immdiately: The women. Rather, the missing women. There were probably 50 or 60 people there today. All of them, save 2, men.
I've noticed this before but I've been trying to understand it and I'm hoping some of my many, many female readers can shed some light on the subject. Are men that much more likely to be exhibitionists than women? Doubt it. Are men generally more comfortable in their skin (so to speak) than women? Probably a little. Do men feel safer on a nude beach than women? I definitely notice that most of the people on the beach came alone, and that's an interesting dynamic. It certainly doesn't fit the whole 'powder room together' mold, does it?
But it's sad. I hearby suggest that our nude beaches are endangered. Their natural beauty has been tarnished by the erosion of female fauna. We must work together vigilantly to restore these beaches. We must orgaize. We must rally. Stand with me.