Nude Theater Going

Nudity on stage – but how about off?

From the Guardian.co.uk

A ‘clothing-optional’ performance in Toronto suggests theatres should reach out to non-traditional audiences – naturists included.

You’ve probably heard this piece of advice dished out to a nervous performer before: to relax, picture the audience naked. Last week, however, actors Maev Beaty and Erin Shields went one step further – and actually performed in front of a naked audience. In what may be a theatrical first, they held a special clothing-optional performance of their play Montparnasse at Toronto’s Theatre Passe Muraille.

 

“I would say the advice should probably be rewritten,” Beaty joked to me over the weekend, confessing that, rather than relaxing her, all the naked flesh reflecting the footlights briefly made her self-conscious. “It was like a whitey-pink wall facing us. It was incredible.” Since the end of the 1960s, nudity has been a fairly common sight on stage, from Hair to Ian McKellen’s King Lear. Nudity in the audience, however, has remained the kind of thing that gets you arrested – as Pee Wee Herman learned.

 

Thursday night’s groundbreaking performance of Beaty and Shields’s acclaimed two-woman show about nude life-models in 1920s Paris was the result of some creative thinking about how to get bums in seats – literally, as it turned out. Wanting to reach out beyond Toronto’s usual theatre-going crowd, Groundwater Productions and Theatre Passe Muraille targeted all sorts of niche audiences: models, art students and, by programming two performances with American Sign Language interpretation, the city’s deaf community.

 

But the most unconventional idea was the brainchild of producer Gideon Arthurs: since Montparnasse is such a flesh-friendly show – the two actors are frequently nude as their characters pose for the likes of Picasso, Chagall, Pascin and Soutine – why not invite naturists to a private performance? Bare Oaks Family Naturist Park helped the theatre company out by creating a Facebook group, and soon naturists were buying tickets from as far afield as Ottawa, Ontario, and across the border in Buffalo, New York.

 

Eventually news of the clothing-optional performance leaked out to the general public on Twitter, where many mistook it for an early April Fool’s joke. “Seriously? Who’s paying to steam-clean the chairs afterwards?” tweeted local dramaturge Toby Mallone aka @shksprn. (It turns out that naturists don’t want to sit their naked bottoms down on dirty, public theatre seats either. “It was a BYOT event – bring your own towel,” Beaty explained to me.) Judging by the comments made to the actors and online, Thursday’s naturist spectators – atypical not only because they were nude, but because they were 80% male and not regular theatregoers – really appreciated being made to feel at home.

 

And that’s ultimately the lesson others independent theatre companies may want to take from Montparnasse’s experiment. As the near-capacity crowd proved, reaching out to non-traditional theatregoers – nudists or not – is a smart move. What other untapped, if not necessarily undressed, groups are out there just waiting to be welcomed into the theatre?

 

Getting Naked

For many, exposing the human body is an immoral act somewhere south of bank robbing, an opinion belied in the picture above.  But then those in the picture are young.  Yong people do things.  They haven’t had time to sort things out.  They aren’t mature enough to analyze the immorality of such things.  And they haven’t gotten fat!

But there are a few, certainly fewer here in the U.S. than in Europe, who know one of the great joys in life.  They know the joy of the human body, how to cherish it, celebrate it, enjoy and share it, feel the  sensation  of sun, surf and particles of sand on their skin, unencumbered by clothes and swimsuits that hide those parts that are as much a part of us as our hands and feet and faces.  They know the freedom, the sensuality, the pure luxury of getting naked with friends and strangers.

It’s the way we’re brought up, the indoctrination that slants our perspectives.  For some reason, we have decided God would not want us to do such things.  Many of us neglect and abuse our bodies, only to find ourselves ashamed of them.  Others focus on their physical flaws, ignoring the fact all of us have them.  Fortunately many of us, like those in these pictures and countless others around the world, have gotten past these misguided notions.

But what about kids?  They would see all those penises sticking out!  They don’t know about such things.  Wouldn’t they be traumatized?  Wouldn’t they be damaged for life?  Well, since society has done such an excellent job of hiding penises from the children, they wouldn’t be traumatized, but they may very well be fascinated.  Children that have seen them since the day they were born know penises are just another normal part of the human body; half of them have one, and it certainly wouldn’t hurt the other half to grow up being familiar with them.

For those of you who have gotten past the anxieties, the modesty, and the mental block, I hope we  see each other one day at the beach.

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The Immoral Human Body

From KOAT (7) News in Albuquerque

SANTA FE, N.M.

Women members of Santa Fe’s city council are telling their male colleagues “no” when it comes to regulating how little people can wear in the City Different.

The Santa Fe City Finance Committee voted down the latest ordinance drafted by several male members of the council after receiving complaints about this year’s World Naked Bike Ride.

The proposed ordinance would require people to cover up their genital and buttocks areas and females to cover their breast areas. The proposed ordinance defines nudity as:

Nudity means the showing of the human male or female genitals, pubic area, or buttocks with less than a fully opaque covering, the showing of the female breast with less than a fully opaque covering of any part of the nipple, or the showing of the covered male genitals in a discernibly turgid state.

The current law only requires coverage of the primary genitalia.

The three attending Finance Committee members are also the three female members of the council.

Councilor Patti Bushee said she voted it down because it could create discrimination based on gender and could wrap the city up in expensive lawsuits.

“It’s just unfair to mandate in a law that men can take their shirts off and women can’t,” said Bushee. “I don’t think this was that big of a problem that we even needed to get into this.”

Even though the Finance Committee voted down the ordinance, the full council could still approve it. The council could hold a public hearing and then vote on the issue as early as September.

If the women of the council remain united in their opposition to the ordinance, it would take one more council member to join them to defeat the ordinance.

Look at these immoral sinners!  Just because they wanted to come together to enjoy the sun on their skin, the fresh air, to experience the uninhibited brotherhood-of-man, by some estimations they are destined for hell.

Images You Would See at Burning Man

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Burning Man is an annual event held in the Black Rock Desert in northern Nevada, in the United States. The event starts on the Monday before and ends on the day of the American Labor Day holiday. It takes its name from the ritual burning of a large wooden effigy on Saturday evening. The event is described by many participants as an experiment in community, radical self-expression, and radical self-reliance.

Burning Man is organized by Black Rock City, LLC. In 2008, 49,599 people participated in Burning Man.

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CHALK ONE MORE UP FOR BODY ACCEPTANCE

Anyone for breast stroke? A writer loses her body hang-ups to compete in the naturist Olympics.

By Jessica Hatcher

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As I take my place on the starting block, a hush sweeps around the spectators at the side of the swimming pool. A race is about to begin.

The Union Jack is emblazoned on my swimming cap and to my left – poised and at the ready – are two lithe and toned Germans. I am competing for Great Britain at an international swimming competition and it should be a great honour.

But I can’t shake the feeling that there is something very, very wrong. For, apart from a silly stretchy hat, I am completely and utterly stark naked. And about to take part in the world’s largest nude swimming gala in front of hundreds of total strangers.

So how on earth have I ended up in such a predicament? Isn’t this the kind of situation that comes to people in their worst nightmares?

It all started innocently enough a few months ago, when I discovered the gala while browsing on the internet. In the name of journalistic research, I emailed the organisers to see if I could go along to witness it.

It sounded unique to say the least and fun at best, and they agreed. Then, a few weeks later, they called me back. Apparently there was a lack of competitors in my age group. Could I take part

I immediately got cold feet (and cold almost everything else). I am a competent swimmer, but I dislike competitive swimming almost as much as I do being naked in front of strangers (I’ve only ever stripped in public once – in a female communal shower after a yoga class – and it was fairly terrifying).

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Yet while the thought of parading my naked body in front of hundreds of people filled me with abject horror, I couldn’t help but feel intrigued. Was I just getting worked up over nothing?

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Enlightened New Zealand

On The Road: No clothes needed in New Zealand – just bring a torch

From The Independent

By Darroch Donald

The Homer Tunnel provides the essential link between the dramatic fjord of Milford Sound and the outside world

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I found myself in Milford Sound on the day of the annual Great Naked Tunnel Race. Well, surely it would be rude not to take part?

Begun in 1935 and completed in 1953, The Homer Tunnel is a remarkable feat of engineering and a monument to human endeavour. It provides the essential link between the dramatic fjord of Milford Sound and the outside world. But this is no Channel Tunnel or Sydney Harbour underpass. There are no guidance systems; no tidy tollgates or hamburger stands thoughtfully placed halfway through for your convenience. When you first encounter the entrance to the Homer at the base of what can only be described as a massive face of granite, the word “drain” springs to mind. To travel through it fully clothed and in the comfort of a vehicle evokes enough horror – but running through it in the dark? Naked?

Ol’ Homey has become the venue for perhaps New Zealand’s most unusual annual events – known in these parts as the Great Annual Nude Tunnel Run. The race was originally conceived in 2000 and now attracts over 50 participants (this year including yours truly). Competitors run completely naked from east to west (as distance of 1.2 km) carrying little except a torch.

The fastest male and female runners have their names engraved on the trophy, which for men is “Ken” doll and for women a “Barbie” (naked and in a running position, naturally)!

So did I win? No. I didn’t even try. Too busy having a chat en route with a charming local (let’s call him “Ken”, too), who says of the event: “It’s an invigorating feeling being naked and makes one realise how natural and beautiful it is to have no kit on. Group nudity is definitely non-perverse, a good way to make new friends and influence people and something we should all do more often.”

Absolutely, Ken! Let’s start now – at Auckland airport preferably.

Croatia’s Abundant Nude Beaches

A delightful first-time experience on a Croatian nude beach.

From Irish Independent News

By Tyler Wetherall

I feel as if I’m having one of those nightmares in which you leave the house and, half-way down the street, you realize you’ve forgotten to get dressed.

Except I’m not dreaming and everyone else is naked too. Most importantly, it is really very enjoyable. I am walking towards a glistening sea with the sun blazing on all my bare bits on a near-empty beach. Not even a bikini could make this moment better.

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I have come to the island of Rab, off the northern coast of Croatia, which is known not only for being one of the greenest of the often rocky and barren Croatian islands, but also as the birthplace of naturism. Austrian Richard Ehrmann opened the first naturist camp here at the turn of the century, but the real founders were King Edward VIII and his lover Wallis Simpson, who were granted permission by Croatian authorities to go skinny dipping on Kandarola Beach in the summer of 1936. Ever since, tourists have flocked to follow in their footsteps.

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Now, Croatia has one of the highest densities of nude beaches in Europe, with more than 60 naturist resorts and space for 20,000 naked sunbathers on its official naturist beaches, labeled clearly with FKK, from a German phrase meaning Free Body Culture.

The country earmarked the tourist industry as the savior of its post-war economy, and has welcomed visitors with open arms ever since the war ended in 1995. But this has brought an influx of foreigners, which threatens to change the landscape of the previously empty, bucolic and wild rocky outcrops of stunning coastline. There are more than 1,000 islands, and while many remain gloriously untouched, others are swiftly developing to meet demand.

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Rab has long been a favourite destination for German holidaymakers — boasting 120 years of tourism — but this is starting to take its toll on the island. Rab Town is a stunning cluster of medieval stone buildings on a fortified peninsula boasting four elegant Romanesque church bell towers and steeped in history and culture. But the konobas (local restaurants) are increasingly offering family-friendly fodder of burgers and chips over local delicacies, and the winding streets become crowded in summer. It is, nonetheless, irresistibly charming.

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Paradise Beach, on Rab’s northern peninsula called Lopar, is one of Croatia’s few sand beaches, stretching for 2km in a sheltered shallow bay — perfect for swimming and surrounded by pine forests giving well-needed shade. It would be paradise, were it not for the screaming children, fleets of pedalos and towel-to-towel sunbathers.

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