So, the only rule (beyond your typical sexual assault laws) is that you’re not allowed to wear clothes. Would you go? Why? Would you dance?
Personally, I guess that I don’t have anything to be ashamed of, plus if it’s like any other club, the lights are low (except for spots, strobes, etc.) so I wouldn’t necessarily be seen. You could always sit at a table and nurse a drink.
I just can’t imagine dancing, especially if it’s techno or house music or something a little more active (though if the dance floor was crowded, that might be more than my fragile constitution could take; then I’d need a table).
I would have to say my motivation would be mostly curiosity (with an admitted touch of prurience). The demo would skew younger (and presumably, on the nubile side). I don’t go clubbing now, so I can’t honestly say it’s just part of my scene. In the end equation, though, I think I’d be a bit chicken–plus, if my wife came along (which she’d have to), I might have some explaining to do. After all, I’m crazy about her (she’s still my #1 fox), but I see her naked all the time.
I think I am now Officially Old, because when I read that, my first thought was “Argh, have you ever seen a nightclub when all the lights are on?” They are very dirty. The thought of being naked and brushing up against sweaty naked strangers, against furniture that has already been brushed up against by sweaty naked strangers, and possibly sitting at a table that has been occupied by other sweaty naked strangers, not to mention the sticky sloshings of drinks, is all too much for me. Ewww. I was pleased to see people still wear shoes, because the barefoot thing would put me over the edge.
If I’d gotten the courage to get nekkid, I’d have to dance veryvery far away from people, or it would be just too tempting. I mean really, if everyone were nude and dancing how close could close get without being outright sex?
Half the fun of going dancing is checking out the cute folk, so that could be interesting.
But I might have a bit of a flapping problem…I mean, I normally wear supportive underwear for a reason, and I’m not sure my dangly bits would feel really good after a night of unsupported bouncing up and down.
And sitting nude on a chair that someone else has sat nude on, all sweaty… In addition to being gross, as delphica has mentioned, it could be a way to pick up an unfortunate disease.
I like to dance and I like disco, but I wouldn’t go there. As others have pointed out, it would just be too unsanitary, uncomfortable, and most exceeding weird.
In the article, it sounds like they prevent clothed people from entering the club. So how do people get there? Do you leave the house naked? Or is there a changing room inside where you can leave your clothing?
I’d never go. All good reasons above. I have no desire to see a bunch of sweaty naked strangers bumping and grinding. Isn’t dressing up and looking hot part of the fun of clubbing?
This is nothing particularly new…in the late 70’s lots of Gay clubs had underwear night and everybody checked their clothes into a bag on the way in. Needless to say, sometimes the underwear got lost with all the foam and fog and strobe lights.
Been there, done that…it was fun the first couple of times…and then I was bored and so was the trend back then and it died out pretty soon.
It’s like going to a nude beach…first time is quite a thrill…then you look at what is there and seldom is there a second time.
Ewww, I’m just sitting here imagining all the umm, stuff, that would be flopping around. Not an enticing thought. I think the rule there should be 18 & under only! But then, even at 18 I would’ve done my share of flopping around (big boobs), no way would I have put it out there for everyone to see!
Is there at least a special room for farting? Maybe a big “WHO FARTED?” button that one can push and the louvers open and the fans blow? I don’t know, man - a bunch of hot sweaty naked young 'uns with their wierd diets, drinking beer - you gotta have something between their asses and the immediate air supply.
She wore a bra size forty-five, and she could jump and jive
And when she stopped dancing, bits of her kept wobbling about…
(“Bra Size 45” by Ivor Biggun and the D Cups )
Yeah, I’d like to try it, but I agree with Delphica, John Carter of Mars and anyone else who had concerns about sanitation. Too much lingering sweaty residue, too many germs, too much bacteria. So no go for me.
Makes me wonder if I should have a naked drinks party, though. At least I could control the relative sanitation a bit more easily. Pretty sure the boyfriend wouldn’t go for it however. His Massachusetts Yankee sensibilities would not allow him to fall prey to such flagrant decadence.
Where would you keep your ID and money for drinks?
I’m half laughing and half shuddering at the whole idea. I would never in a million years—for me, naked stays at home or in the doctor’s office—but it’s a hilarious idea.
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