As I walked up the path to breakfast, I passed a naked man with a cell phone talking with all the enthusiasm of someone who has just seen God. The whole place radiates “get over it – whatever it is, it’s okay.” The camp itself is beautiful but modest. At the Gathering it felt safe to smile and say hello to whomever I happened to pass, regardless of whether they were older or younger or prettier or had a bigger dick or if I had anything to say.
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If you're used to it and surrounded by it constantly, it's no big deal.
Or to look at it another way: there are also cultures where any show of female flesh at all is taboo and shocking.
So she said it was likely that some of the girls would make plays for me, so I had to be prepared to resist them. I was the only man, and when I was introduced some of the girls whistled and made comments which I pretended not to hear.
As athletic director what I did was in the morning pass out balls for the various sports, and bats and other equipment, and just keep an eye on things and make sure there were no fights and nobody got hurt.
Though the name evokes a retirement home of sedentary geriatrics, the folks who run this family friendly resort actually encourage guests to get moving on the volleyball/tennis courts, in the fully equipped fitness center, or on the two scenic/naked hiking and biking trails.
However, if physical exertion doesn’t appeal to you, just work up a sweat sitting in the sauna.
Though not everyone shares the religious ecstasy of my friend with the cell phone, an overwhelming number return year after year like pilgrims to a sacred shrine. Even though I’ve only gone for two years now, it already feels like a touchstone, a breathing space to consider the year gone by and the year to come – an opportunity to come out just a little bit further. In Toronto I tend to scuttle from building to building with my head down, avoiding eye contact.
Every year now for the last 10 years, for a week at the end of summer, hundreds of gay men have descended on this campground in the Pocono mountains of Pennsylvania to shed their clothes and participate in the Gathering, sponsored by Gay Naturists International (GNI).
Last summer I had a job as lifeguard and athletic director at a girls camp in the mountains. That is, age 12 to 15, altho a few were a little older.
They would rather have had a woman for the job but there were no qualified women available.
In the afternoon I took over as lifeguard at the pool.