I was invited by a friend this past Sunday to go to "Camp Davis" (aka "Gay Camp"). I had previously been to a "Gay Camp" a few years back but that was during "Friends and Family" weekend. Both camps are clothing optional, but when I visited the first time, all of the boys had their fig leaves on (due to the special weekend). This weekend at Camp Davis, clothing was optional, and lets just say the phrase "bear in the woods" took on an entirely new meaning.
Nervous about how things would go, after all, I'm not one who enjoys looking at the jangly parts of men, not even those of my husband, I forged on. Determined to keep my eyes up, I circled around the camp in my car when I first arrived, spotting a bare bum here and there. "I can do this," I thought to myself as I smiled and waved. Admittedly, I don't mind seeing a nice bum on occasion, and don't know anyone who does.
Registering at the office included buying a membership. Apparently you have to be a member to visit. This I did not know. Although I have no intention of returning anytime soon (unless I have a hankering for toasted marshmallows) it always feels good to belong.
I met my friends who were fully clothed (the entire time) but sadly, my female counterpart was not able to make it, which left me the only woman at camp. I will say that although I was a bit saddened, it wasn't an entire loss because for me, being surrounded by a camp full of gay men, is this girls dream.
We spent the afternoon by the pool, had lunch with another group of campers, and enjoyed the day. I have to say that I surprised myself because if nothing else, I proved what I can do if I put my mind to it. This was a lesson in self control and facing (what could have been) one of the most uncomfortable situations I have ever encountered. Not only did I have an experience of a lifetime (to borrow a phrase), I succeeded in achieving "security in insecurity."