Membership Has Privileges

Do you think nudist camps have one-day admission rates, like Great America or Cedar Point?  (Step right up and decide how old THIS person is...no, you don't count the rings like on a tree, you count the wrinkles! :)

But, realistically, I wonder if they have a trial membership or a free one-day pass for those thinking about whipping it all out in the open.  So to speak.  Kind of get the lay of the land, learn the ins and outs of being a nudie without jumping in completely from the get go.  (I am not a big fan of the Polar Plunge method of doing things.) (and boy, reading that back made me wonder if I got a really good deal on innuendos.)

I found this one in Burlington, Wisconsin:  http://sunrayhills.com/.  One of the items on the drop down menu was 'Pictures.'  Was too frightened to click on it; what can I say, I scare easily.  (SEE, this is my problem!  I think I am a nudeaphobe!)  I envision a place overrun with men that look like Ron Jeremy and women from 70's porn.  NOT that I know...oh what the hell :)  Touch Me in the Morning had a PLOT I tell you!

Isn't it common to treat phobias by making the person experience exactly what they are afraid of, or was that just in the 1890's?  (Btw...there are 533 phobias on this list!  It makes me seem SO FREAKING NORMAL!!)  You could make the Pteromerhanophobe ride in a puddle jumper; the person suffering from Gelotophia could do amateur night at the local strip club; the Walloonphobe could hang out/discover/eat/drink/listen to the Walloons.  (What the hell are Walloons??)  We could make up a phobia for public embarrassment (sneakily left off the list), name it JENISNUTSAPHOBIA and have the cure be karaoke.  Sober.  So if I was a Gymnophobe, you'd book me a weekend stay at Sun Ray Hills and take all my clothes.

I'm beginning to have visions that are best left in the dust (yes, it took me this long.  What can I say, I'm having an off week!).  Just pour acid in your eyes...it'll be better soon!