A visit to any naturist park/camp/colony/whatever makes your point vividly. When all the people are showing all their stuff, suddenly there is no more magic to the "stuff", and you find yourself engaging with real people, who are so much more than the formerly-hidden parts.
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Nomadic writer, realist, voluntaryist, nudist, singer, drummer, harmonica and recorder player, composer, gadfly, runner, troublemaker, survivor so far.
