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Mark Pavelchak's avatar

Brilliant post Evan. I kinda knew which club you were referring to when you mentioned it had a library. I'm also a member of that club and I feel the same way about it. I commuted to work 60 miles each way for 15 years before my wife and I found our third place (nudist) community and it transformed both of our lives. Let me add a few additional observations about our (common) third place. First, for the most part, the friendly dialog is able to rise above the political divide. Our shared love for nudism is a bond that makes us want to avoid discussing "those" topics. Second, the bond goes deeper than simply liking to be naked and shoot the breeze together, to true caring for one another. When our camp was assaulted by fire and flood a few years ago, just about everyone pitched in to help. During the pandemic we maintained our social connections via Zoom. Whatever it takes. Third, there is a sense of empowerment that can be felt even by new members. If you have ideas for how to improve our community and are willing to put in a little sweat equity to make it happen, you will be recognized and appreciated.

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Here's an excellent story of our "third place". Going back to the late afternoon/early evening of September 11, 2001. We had friends that lived at our club. We felt so alone, so scared, so unsure. We got in the car and drove to our club. A drive that takes us by an airport that was eerily dark and quiet. The drive normally takes 45 minutes to an hour. On that day, it was 30 minutes. Once we got through the gate, we headed to the restaurant, which had a large crowd for a weeknight. Hugs, handshakes and tears were shared. We had a dessert and coffee, and went to see our friends. The four of us went through the hugs and tears and were glued to the continuing coverage on TV. The sense of community, friendship and strength, of a "third place" was so very evident that evening.

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