I feel fat, gross, insignificant, unwanted, lonely, and confused.
I want to cry.
If your initials are P.M.S., I'm sorry.
Let's get naked together.
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Yasue and I are currently looking for an onsen where there is a konyoku (mixed hot spring) available, preferably a private one you can reserve. If you know of any around the Yamaguchi area, please let me know.
We're also looking to recruit some (hot) men and women to join us. If you're hottttttt AND you practice proper hygeine (i.e. you trim, scrub every nook and cranny, and you use good quality soap -- none of that musty grandpa shit), let me know as well. ORRRRRR if you happen to know Brad Pitt's mobile number, that would be superFANTASTIC.
I've never been in a "tub" with both sexes at the same time. Pre-Japan, I would've squirmed at the idea of exposing my private bits to anybody besides my partner or my gynecologist. I remember my first bare-it-all experience was at a sento ("public" bath) during a teacher's retreat last November. I used to be the kid in the junior high locker room who would go great lengths to be as discreet as possible when time came to change to and from my gym clothes. My perfected maneuver of switching clothes was so swift and quick, it could'ved rivaled that of a magician's. But the sento experience last November was a turning point for me, the once shy junior high gym student. Before I removed even a sock, I had to shed any remaining ounce of insecurities I had of my body. Once that was established, off came the clothes. Then, with a brief moment of hesitation, my underwear. I. Was. Finally. Naked.
Since November, I've been to a few onsens. I love how liberating it is to just non-chalantly walk around in my birthday suit. It's taught me to appreciate my body more, despite its flaws (although you will never ever catch me in a mini skirt). And not to hate on the cute and petite Japanese women, but each time I go, I'm reminded of how lucky I am to have my womanly curves and my vulumptious breasts. Rawr.
So now I'm ready to take on the next level of my nudist conquest. I'm mentally prepared (er, not quite physically) to go to a mixed onsen and offer my naked body as a visual-buffet for a man's straying eyes. Ha, just kidding! Really. But I am comfortable with the idea of going to a konyoku. Hell, why not. As long as we practice self-control (more so for others, ifyouknowwhatImean), it could turn out to be a fun and relaxing time.
Are you in?
Sayonara
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I love Japan, but after almost 10 months, everything's starting to get a bit old.
I'm ready to take on my next international adventure.
I'm ready to take on my next international adventure.
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