Flesh Dance.
I’ve just turned down an invitation to this Friday’s naked party at Starkers nightclub.
I’ll say that again. I can’t believe it either.
I, a confirmed nudist who will normally lose my clothes quicker than a stripper on speed, have just turned down a night out at London’s only nude disco. My hosts were paying for everything too, dammit.
Am I getting that old?
Actually I don’t think it’s to do with age.
For me it’s about ambience.
Dancing in the buff on a warm summers’ evening on an exotic beach is just perfect. Having a Big Night Out in a city centre disco where everyone else is naked doesn’t hold the same attraction.
It’s true that that my disco-dancing nights are long gone now, but I don’t think the idea would have appealed to me even back when I was a 18 year old disco diva.
I suppose it would have stopped my mum complaining-as she always did, bless her-that my skirt was WAY too short
But wherever would I have kept my lipstick and make-up?
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