Cover Me Not

Yesterday, while scanning through a few pages of Facebook status updates and photos, I noticed my closest largest city had posted something about an upcoming event:

It’s bathing suit season, but the gym routine is wearing on us. We’re taking advantage of naturist-led hikes at the Fort Worth Nature Center Camp & Refuge to get in shape. Care to join? 

 Well, now......hum....

Yes, it's hot here folks but I don't want to have to apply sunscreen to sensitive areas so I can jiggle stuff that nobody really wants to see.

"Nekid" people hiking in the woods.  Just think of all the places you could get a mosquito bite.....or a tick?  Beware. The rattlesnakes might aim for the jiggly bits.  

OUCH!

Um, no.  I'm not going even though I'm fairly certain they meant NATURALIST!

Speaking of hail-damaged butts, jiggling pieces and parts, and swinging boobs that could choke their owner, I did a quick Google search for nekid-people resorts in Texas.  

My humblest apologies but I bet you can't resist taking a quick peek.

Oh, my, my.  

They have a photo gallery!  WARNING!  WARNING!  DANGER TO YOUR EYES WILL ROBINSON!  DANGER!  DANGER!  

It's one thing to go to a resort and be naked.  It's another to have your naked self as part of the photo gallery.

Weird.

But what really got my attention was the Christian Nudists meetings.  Hum.... I don't think Jesus preached in his birthday suit.

Whatever.