I read a couple of posts recently that sort of just, well, resonated with me, I guess you could say. First was Ms. Meta’s post about keeping the “fluff” on blogs to a minimum; tell a story, she instructs. Hmmm – the fluff has been far too prevalent around here recently. More stories…I can do that (I cannot vouch for how well they will be written, however). So I will tell a story inspired by Twenty Four at Heart’s post about an Orange County attorney who is a self-professed “naturist” and is going to go to court to keep a local nude beach, well, nude. She asked if anyone would hire such an attorney, and I replied yes, I would. She then asked me if it wouldn’t make me giggle just a little when I saw him, and I said no. Well, maybe I would, but if I giggle at the lawyer (whom I’d be more likely to slap because of his profession than giggle at his personal clothing prefernces), I’d have to giggle at people I care about.
I do enough of that already.
At any rate, it was 2003 when Beloved presented me with First Class tickets to Hawaii. Once the screaming and jumping up and down began to taper off, we were faced with just where we were going to stay and for how long, since we were arriving on the Big Island and departing from Kauai. The Big Island turned out to be a no-brainer – we stayed in a resort area south of Kona and used Beloved’s Marriott points. Kauai turned out to be a little more problematic, since neither of us had been there before. After a great deal of research, Beloved showed me a site he’d found for a gorgeous bed and breakfast.
The rooms were large, comfortable and tastefully decorated; the fact there were no phones or televisions was a huge bonus. The grounds were immaculately kept and stunning. Best of all, there was a rock-lined, salt-treated “lagoon” pool in a sumptuous setting; sitting next to it was a 8-person hot tub. I was in love and told him immediately, “That’s the place.” Beloved then pointed out something that I’d missed while I was busy drooling over the pictures – it was owned by a gay couple, and the majority of their clientele was gay.
Like either of us cared. If we had any doubts about the place at all, it was that we didn’t want to make the other guests uncomfortable. We called to see about availability, and the owner we spoke with was just a doll, so we made reservations. And when we got there, we had a blast. The owners were every bit as warm and friendly in person, the other guests were charming and fun, and we just fell in love. But the thing that really sold Beloved on the place? The pool – that gorgeous, warm, wonderful pool – was clothing optional.
We are not shy people. While I was not comfortable shedding my suit, the fact that everyone else was unclothed didn’t bother me a bit (well, duh – I was surrounded by buff, naked men) and Beloved had absolutely no problem going au naturale, even surrounded by a gaggle of gay guys. In fact, we got quite a few kudos from the other guests for being cool, not with their nakedness, but just with them. We were okay with it, so much so that we’ve been back twice – the last time was when we married this year, and we’re proud to call the owners friends.
And we’ll go back, again and again, for as long as the place is there. Here’s to you, Joe and Dean of the Mahina Kai.
P.S. They’ve changed their site since then; it used to be kitschy, but effective and was part of the reason we decided to stay there. I’m sorry to say the website sucks is not as nice now.
P.S.S. We’re not anything close to “naturists.” We aren’t even nudists. We just like bein’ nekkid.