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Glorious Nudity
Nudity and Sexuality Don’t Have to Equate Unless You Want Them To
Oh the places you’ll go, oh the things you will see
The first time I was nude with others inside a sweat lodge, nudity was still connected inextricably with sexuality for me.
Till then, I’d been naked only with my husband. One-half of the couple we got naked with was my first love when we were 12. It only lasted a year before he broke it off, so, obviously, we didn’t consummate our connection. We didn’t even date, as neither of us could drive until age 14, and he had moved on by then to girls who would consummate with him.
In spite of my then-husband being the love of my life, I still crushed on my puppy love.
As his wife crawled ahead of me into the sweat lodge, it was obvious nudity and sexuality equated for her, too. She was lubricating. I was scared.
I was scared because of the attraction I still had to my first, childhood love. Also because I was a “good girl” and a faithful wife
I did it anyway. Stripped off my clothes and dove in last to the steaming canvas lodge. The meditative quality hit me almost at once. As did the nearly overwhelming heat.
When I left the lodge to plunge into the nearby, icy creek, I felt an intense…
