nudity: advice for coping

How uncomfortably pure
is one's nudity. It would go
perhaps best with an art degree,
and a roomful of gawking and callow
youths, with a few continuing-education
types (perverts) mixed in
to complete the stares

of this peerless group.

Otherwise, a beach? Where swimsuits
are only allowed. You can wear yours
if you want! Some do. Then maybe later
'round say, late afternoon - hide it under
your beach blanket, and sun yourself
wherever you like,

Wherever you've missed.

The shower, too - or the bath
were just about tailorlessly-made for you
to strut and soap or soak your stuff
without anyone there to say "hoo
hoo!"

Which would be too much, really or
not quite enough.

Sex is one place where it awkwardly
gets into everything. Every choice
lewd bit you've so carefully covered
and hid, so sudden-exposed and grabbed,
felt up and probed, prodded and stroked, and
poked and kissed - you're doing the same!
You hypocrite. It's hard to have shame

when the moment hits, and our hot tight
bothered and chafed addiction to clothes
goes right out the window, or on
to the floor. Anywhere you could throw
and miss.

There are places and ways, we can cope
with it. I bet you could think of
a couple few more? Make a list