Besides sex, what is there to do?
Hedo's got a ton to do when you run out of bodily fluids. If you’re into watersports (of the non-piss variety), you can dive with a PADI license or get one on-site, snorkel or take out a kayak, Hobie Cat, or windsurf board. There’s also a catamaran party boat that goes out three times a week ($55, all you can drink). Or, hit the spa. I got a killer one-hour massage on the beach from Andrea ($95) as waves lapped a few feet away. There’s also pool, tennis, basketball, and volleyball (the epicenter for beach eye-candy, in my opinion). I personally spent an inordinate amount of time simply floating on a raft in the ocean.
Like most all-inclusives, Hedo's also got a 24/7 lineup of events (hosted at the nude and prude pools), like “Have You Ever” beer games, happy hours, and evening entertainment. After-hours, couples on the make convene at the hot tub or playroom for some NSFW action. And if you need (illegal) fuel for your party, there’s a nonstop stream of beach vendors peddling drugs. My fave sales pitch? “Brownies! Brownies! Brownies! They make you horny.”
Were you self-conscious about being naked?
Not really. I’ve been stripping down in public settings for a long time. First as a nude model in art school, then at a slew of hippy-dippy, clothing-optional resorts on the West Coast in more recent years. I have voyeuristic and exhibitionist tendencies, so the idea of baring it all arouses me.
One afternoon, I did make the mistake of getting locked out my room while butt-ass naked. OK, I was wearing SPF and sunnies. With housekeeping nowhere in sight, I had to march across the resort, from the nude side to the prude side, to get a key. Everything was fine until I had to traipse through the main dining room (where clothes are required!) to the sparkly new lobby (think super-sleek and lots of white decor) to ask for a new key -- while shuttle buses unloaded guests who were checking in. I’m sure it was NBD, but my nudity felt really out of place in that particular area. And that shuttle bus passengers from nearby resorts like Sandals, got an eyeful. I made a mental note to carry a cover-up when I left the room. Just in case.
The beauty of a place like Hedonism II is that you’ll see every single kind of body; from pin-thin model types to women like me, with big tits and an ample booty. On my recent visit, the most attractive woman I encountered had one breast and a scar. (I happen to find scars drop-dead sexy.) There’s something so natural about stripping down and a general body acceptance I haven’t found in other settings. Even if you take sex out of the equation, it’s a damn empowering experience.
For more information on Hedonism II, check out www.hedonism.com.
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Charyn Pfeuffer is a Seattle-based freelance writer who’s not afraid to get naked. Follow her on Twitter: @charynpfeuffer.