After a toxic, poisonous week, I got to my first naturism event of the autumn season with my group in Ottawa on Saturday night.

It reaffirmed for me the therapeutic values of social nudism, how such events can cleanse you of some of the negativity of the textile, capitalism mentality and its ruthlessness.

Of course, the cure is only temporary, and some people would prefer to find comfort in a bottle or a joint.

But it was such a pleasure to soak in the hot tub with friends, and then swim, swim, swim in the pool. Skinny dipping is one of my favourite pastimes, so I swam a lot last night, as well as played with a Halloween beach ball in the water with some of the group members.

I plan to do a lot of swimming au naturel this winter. Indeed, that’s how I will be drowning my sorrows while keeping my head above water.

As for the toxic stuff, you’ll hear about some of it.


Photo: Families swim at naturist camping spot Monts de Bussy, Haute-Vienne, France. (Photo: Alain Tanguay/Wikipedia)