Dancing with the starkers

For the gay male nudist, many organizations exist around the world that cater to his interests. One of the best way to find such clubs is at Spike's Naked Planet, an international compendium of gay nudist groups.

It was through this directory that I first learned of P-CAN, the Pacific-Canadian Association of Nudists, located in Vancouver, British Columbia. A few years ago I attended a couple of their dances and even marched with them in one pride parade, appearing naked in front of hundreds of thousands of people in a downtown street.

Gay nudist groups vary widely in the degree to which eroticism is tolerated at activities. The Naked Heaven dances tend to walk the line between the nonsexual and the erotic by providing a mostly sexless area for dancing and socializing while providing a small room or curtained-off area for intimate play.

But even at nonsexual events (gay or straight, nude or not), the mating game goes on. People flirt, exchange numbers, or just hook up and go off to let nature take its course. But at a nudist dance, with nothing to hide a man's growing interest, that flirting process becomes especially interesting.

This week's story revolves around a particular encounter at one such dance. It not only heightened my appreciation for the simple joys of naked dancing, but it gave me a renewed appreciation for our Canadian cousins. Or at least one in particular.

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