…is normally done naked.
I habitually go for steam baths. It’s therapeutic, relaxing, and more often than not I sleep better after one. Perspiration burns a whole lotta calories.
That aside, what amuses me no end about steam baths is best reflected in a typical incident.
I normally walk into steam baths with a towel in hand to sit on, and totally naked with my dangly bits for all to see. I figure that if men can walk about in locker rooms comfortably naked in the presence of other men, why not steam baths? Right? Right?
Unless I’m the only bloke in the steam bath that day, I’m usually wrong.
As I strut in nonchalantly, I can sense the fleeting glances, averting eyes, and that uncomfortable shifting in the seat due to either shock or surprise. And here I am, the only one without a towel wrapped around me, feeling smug and looking royal.
I was told that a naked dude in a male-only steam bath is an unsettling sight. Perhaps it’s the close quarters, but hey, I’m no homo, so chill, but I speak for myself when I say that.
I’m told that in photos of steam baths, people are always clad in towels. My response is that having a towel wrapped around one in a steam bath is akin to wearing suspenders AND a belt: redundant, ridiculous, and only shows how insecure one is. My other response is that if they were to show you photos of naked people in a steam bath, you wouldn’t even be seeing them in your traditonal promotional material. What it’s really like doesnt necessarily mean it’s fit for print, people.
Steam baths are best done naked, and I’d bet the women do that too. And if this doesn’t give you the courage, here’s food for thought: a shy guy is a contradiction of sorts.
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