I've actually been thinking a lot about this lately and reached the opposite conclusion.
I don't like people seeing me naked, but I really like BEING naked. In my own room, I am rarely wearing panties, bra, shirt, and pants. Often an article or two from that bunch, but very seldom a whole outfit. There is frequently a mad scramble for clothes if someone needs me to exit my private space.
That's actually one of my future living situation wants. I want roommates who are comfortable seeing me naked and with whom I'm comfortable enough to casually take off my clothes. I'm usually covered in blankets when I'm naked, so there wouldn't be constant whole body views, but I want to walk to the bathroom topless and come out of my room for a quick conversation wearing just a blanket.
I love clothes, and I love the way they make me feel, but by the time I get home, all I want to do is get out of them. I strip the second I get to my own room, at least to the extent of shimmying out of my bra, often more than that. Bras never fit right (my size is a myth; I have to order things online and cross my fingers they fit), pants frequently cause minor skin irritation, and I'm only really physically comfortable when I'm wearing nothing but pajama pants. Clothes are for emotional comfort. Physical comfort, for me, requires a lack of them.
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ninetydegrees
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on 2011-12-19 08:40 pm (UTC)I don't like people seeing me naked, but I really like BEING naked. In my own room, I am rarely wearing panties, bra, shirt, and pants. Often an article or two from that bunch, but very seldom a whole outfit. There is frequently a mad scramble for clothes if someone needs me to exit my private space.
That's actually one of my future living situation wants. I want roommates who are comfortable seeing me naked and with whom I'm comfortable enough to casually take off my clothes. I'm usually covered in blankets when I'm naked, so there wouldn't be constant whole body views, but I want to walk to the bathroom topless and come out of my room for a quick conversation wearing just a blanket.
I love clothes, and I love the way they make me feel, but by the time I get home, all I want to do is get out of them. I strip the second I get to my own room, at least to the extent of shimmying out of my bra, often more than that. Bras never fit right (my size is a myth; I have to order things online and cross my fingers they fit), pants frequently cause minor skin irritation, and I'm only really physically comfortable when I'm wearing nothing but pajama pants. Clothes are for emotional comfort. Physical comfort, for me, requires a lack of them.