Guys, it is much nicer without swimwear. Photo: Pavel Jedlicka

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I have a friend who loves to be naked. When we went to college every party ended with him taking off his clothes. It didn’t matter where we were or who was nearby. It did not matter if it was spring, summer, autumn or winter, or how much clothing he had on. All of the sudden they were off. We could be standing and talking, I turn away for a few seconds and when I looked back his way again he stood there with his bottom in the air and the biggest smile on his face.

One day we sat at home with some friends and played video games, and when we looked out into the hallway he was standing there butt-naked, laughing.

Another day we were at a party talking to some people who were visiting the college and when we turned to bring him into the conversation and ask something about music, all we saw were a couple of naked buttocks.

I’ve grown up with the idea that it is ugly to be naked. When Swedish children ran around the beach in the nude I wore swimwear. Culture shock or moral overload. I don’t know. I was four and didn’t have long philosophical discussions with my parents. What I know is that it stuck with me for years. Until I went skinny dipping. A night with a thin layer of ice over the water and a thicker layer of beer in my body. My nipples could’ve cut through glass. I began to understand the beauty of it. And I appreciated the moonlight on my skin.

Text: Navid Modiri