My First Naked Party
‘Come on, we go sauna now.’ my hostess said, standing in front of the bathroom door gesturing to me to go in.
I glanced around the living room, confused. Everyone else was standing up, all making their way to the bathroom door.
-What all of us?
There were at least 10 people in the room, men and women, none of whom I knew. In fact the only person I sort of knew was the hostess who’d very kindly invited me to her party to help me get to know a few people. It wasn’t going well. Mostly they stood around chatting in a strange and brash sounding language, ignoring me or asked a couple of awkward questions about how I was liking Finland before moving off to a safer distance from the strange foreign girl.
Now however, I seemed to be the center of attention.
All eyes were on me, everyone waiting at the bathroom door, quite a few with grins on their faces. They were enjoying this.
My suspicion raised I slowly made my way to the bathroom.
-What is going on? Are they trying to trick me into something?
‘Come on. It is nice and warm. Here, have more wine.’ she reached out and topped my glass up from the bottle she was holding and ushered me through the door, the rest of the guests following closely behind. We all squashed into the large tiled bathroom.
‘Umm, what…’ I stood confused in the middle trying to figure out what was going on but suddenly everyone was busy. I looked around again and nearly dropped my wine glass.
They were busy all right. Busy getting naked!
My eyes leapt from one naked body to another as people bent over to remove socks and pull trousers off, naked butts flashing in front of my eyes. I gasped and averted my eyes, trying to find a safe spot to rest them but every inch of the bathroom was filled with naked flesh. Strange and not always pleasing to the eye, naked flesh.
-What the fuck is going on?
My head filled with flashes of strange rituals you see in dark films about cults. Burning candles and dripping wax. What the hell had I walked into here? I started to back slowly towards the door.
‘Come on. You have to take your clothes off.’ My hostess appeared in front of me, pert breasts right in my line of sight. ’You can’t go in sauna in your clothes.’ She said laughing, the others around her joining in.
The bathroom was now full of naked people all standing around me laughing. It was like the opposite of that being naked in school nightmare.
‘Umm, right, yes.’ I muttered, still not sure what was going on but too embarrassed to ask. I looked down at my clothes and then again at the nakedness of everyone else. They weren’t kidding, were they? They really expected me to take all my clothes off.
I sighed and looked for somewhere to put my wine glass. There was a cabinet by the door, I leant forward to put my glass down, accidentally brushing something with my hand. I looked at what it was.
-Oh my god! I have just touched a stranger’s cock!
There it was in front of me, just sort of hanging in my way. I snatched my hand back and apologised, my face burning, horrified. But he didn’t seem to have noticed, just carried on walking towards the sauna door. I stood staring at my hand, open mouthed, wondering if it would seem rude to wash it, lost in a confused daze.
‘Come on.’ my hostess was starting to get impatient. Not surprising really since she was standing around naked and probably freezing.
-Oh god.
As the room started to empty, everyone piling into the sauna, I bit my lip and started to unbutton my top.
-I can’t believe I’m doing this.
Just two people remained. My hostess and another woman whose name I couldn’t remember standing at the door to the hall. Was she really standing there to block my escape or did it just feel that way?
I piled my clothes on top of the counter and turned around, naked. Through the steamy glass sauna door I could just make out the flesh coloured shapes of my fellow sauna goers. I clutched my wine glass harder, my finger tips turning white. I would rather have eaten my own toe nail clippings than climb inside there.
With a deep breath and fortifying swig of wine I opened the door and walked in. The inside was all wood, benches raised up on legs and reach by steps lining three of the walls, a sauna stove covered in stones in the middle. The benches were filled with people lounging around, chatting and drinking, men with their legs spread, everything on display.
I averted my gaze and head down, walked to a far corner, up the steps and sat down, mortified. What kind of fresh hell was this? For a good ten minutes I stared silently at the wooden wall ahead of me, glad of the excuse the heat gave me for my bright red face. I just couldn’t get over how, well, naked everyone was. It was only the thought of having to walk past them all again that stopped me bolting for the door.
My wine glass quickly got drained and my hostess leaned over to fill it up, the wine now warm but most welcome. I looked round to smile thanks to her but ended up smiling straight at her boobs. My face flamed again. This was excruciating.
That glass of wine lasted about three seconds. She topped it up again, this time I remembered to lift my head up and keep my eyes above neck level. Another couple of glasses and my neck started to lose it’s stiffness and I regained the ability to turn my head. Still being very conscious of not looking at anything below the chin, I managed to look around, smile at a few people, even hold a conversation.
Yes, I was enjoying my sauna, thank you. No I haven’t been to one before. No we don’t have saunas in our houses in England. No it’s not too hot, thank you. It’s quite a good temperature.
I was starting to relax, my face even managed a genuine smile or two. This wasn’t so bad. The constant throwing of water onto the stones creating steam was rather nice, the wine didn’t even taste too bad warm.
Feeling pleased with myself I leant back and closed my eyes, letting the steam and heat wash over me, feeling all pleased with myself, cosmopolitan even.
-look at me being all cool about being naked amongst strangers.
Someone called my name. I opened my eyes to see a switch of birch leaves being thrust into my face.
‘Now you must hit yourself with this.’ my hostess said holding it out. ’It is very good for the circulation.’
There is quite possibly still a slightly sticky patch on that wall where I spat my wine out in shock before beating a hasty retreat to the sound of raucous laughter.
Turns out they’d been having bets on how long I would last.
Bastards!
I'm Heather, an ex expat, now back in blighty and living in Lancashire. Which is just like Lapland only less snowy...and stuff.
I would have punched them in the throat.
Actually I’d have never even taken my coat off when I walked in the door.
That was really mean of them though, as in really mean bordering on bullying.
Oh you poor thing, that is too funny! Is it a regular social thing in Finland then? And have you got used to it?
BareNakedmummy I may be but I would have to been embarrasingly drunk before taking any clothes off. Well done you for being so brave.
I hope you hit them with their birch!
The wine helps a lot eh! I’ve had many naked saunas – lovely. Sweden was the most memorable – sauna at the edge of the lake, then jumping in the lake in the moonlight to cool down. It felt very natural, compared with the dutch one, where we sat in pools and saunas etc and wandered outside in a secluded garden that was in a residential area in town. Its always hard not to have a good look, but we’re all pretty much the same. I think you’ll enjoy it next time – will there be a next time?
ROTFLMAO!!
That was too funny! Thanks for the laugh! Good to start the day laughing!
I wouldnt have gone in at all. Yep I am a prudish brit
I am never going to Finland…they’re bloody barbarians!
LOL That started my day out with a smile…. You are so brave, it would have took a bottle of vodka to get me naked!
Fabulous description of your embarrassment: I felt every awkward moment.
When we went to the geothermal springs in Iceland there was a requirement for everyone to get thoroughly scrubbed in the showers beforehand – naked. This was bad enough with two big evil looking women standing guard to make sure you scrubbed properly. At least it was women only and I could put my costume on afterwards. Your experience sounds like hell to all us prudish Brits.
Is this something that eveyone who comes to Finland is expected to do??
You know I said I was going to come and see you and meet a reindeer…well, I can see the reindeer in the zoo…and we chat so often and I’ve seen you in so many vlogs that if feels like we’ve practically met already…
LMAO
xx
Funny lot the Finns. I have a couple of lovely Finnish friends but the culture differences are quite large. Naked in front of people to whom I’m not related – aaagh.
bjut funny though really, after a few glass of wine. Looking at it now i laugh because it’s just so…well…Finnish!
It really is a regular thing, it’s all part of a Finnish party. and yeah, i do it now no worries. It seems quite normal these days.
There was a lot of laughing and shouting at them later, once they’d all got dressed again!
this was about 5 years ago, it is as much a part of my life these days as anything else. i love the sauna and the lake swimming.
Glad to have amused!
he he he, but it really is lovely. Now that i am used to it and see it as normal, i can say that…
ha ha ha. they’re lovely really. and there was no harm meant by it, it’s just so normal and natural to them that they find it amusing when prudish Brits come to visit.
ha ha, i don’t think i was far off that by the end of the night!
oh wow, i would love to go to those springs, they sound amazing and i guess it’s reassuring that they do make sure everyone cleans properly first…by yeah, it can be quite awkward.
It does doesn’t it, although now it’s so normal to me that i think nothing of it. It’s all just about perceptions really, i guess
ha ha ha, yeah sorry, did I not mention the getting naked requirement? lol.
they are a bit of an odd bunch. but living in it, being immersed in the culture it’s amazing how your own perceptions change and you realise that things like bad body image and being afraid to show it off in front of others etc really are a cultural thing. when everyone else is doing it you feel a bit silly not joining in.
Great post! I was raised by naturists, so this is all very natural to me. My husband being Scottish has a serious problem with public nudity. I wouldn’t mind losing the inhibitions again. It all just feels so much more relaxed.
you were raised by naturists? that is fascinating. The naturist lifestyle is one that I kind of get even though i’m not sure i would be brave enough if know what i mean. i love the idea of it…wow.
Just excellent….Was drinking was tea and very nearly coated the screen when I laughed out loud!
At least now if we come and visit we’ll be prepared for the initiation!
xx
That put a smile on my face! Hilarious! Reminds me of a naked spa party we once had. I was intrigued that one of my friends was happy to take off her knickers but left her bra on! Just thought that very odd indeed. x
Bwahahaha!
I have friends who lived in Finland for a few years. We were planning to visit them but our travel plans fell through, which was a shame. I am not sorry to have missed the saunas though! I love the idea of embracing it (how wonderful must it be to be a young person there with such ready access to what ‘real’ bodies look like, sans airbrushing!) but I don’t think I could be that brave. I am well conditioned to shun nudity!
Damn it, i’ve spoilt the surprise, huh?
That is so mean!!!
You are super brave though – no way in a millikon years I would have gone through with that – my mobile would have mysteriously rung & I’d have an emergency to attend to to get me out of there like a shot!!!
Now that is odd! really really odd actually. I’m trying to think up reasons why anyone would want to do that…and I hope it wasn’t underwired…those metal bits must get really hot in a sauna…
Oh that was such an entertaining read. Thank you so much!
It must be wonderful to grow up that way, mustn’t it? Having lived here for 5 years now though i have come to realise how much of our body shame is culture. Seriously. My attitude has changed so much on the whole thing. this story happened 5 years ago, these days I think nothing of getting naked in front of people and going into sauna…
Britain is a very repressed place, I never realised how much until I moved away.
Bad Finns! I almost choked at the ‘cock brush’ moment. Oh, I would love to be so uninhibited. But I am wondering after your ‘hairiest mummy blogger’ post whether you were ready for the public disrobe
I really wouldn’t have found it funny at all. Subjecting someone from a different culture to a custom that you know they would be uncomfortable with and seeing how far you can push them just for shits and giggles…?
As I say, a quick punch to the throat.
I really don’t know. I mean if it were for modesty surely you’d leave the genitals covered up?
I cannot believe how tense I became just through reading that account.
Think I need a bottle of wine and a Finnish sauna….
That was hysterical to read! Made my morning
I’d have assumed that I was at some swingers party or that I was being filmed for You’ve Been Framed and would have run for the hills.
OMG, I would have died!!! Arrrggghh
I take pride in how ‘cosmopolitain’ I have become over the years, having grown up in a small town in the American midwest (all things are relative). However. This is where I become very small town American once again–as in, Americans are even more prudish that the Brits. I could hardly finish (Finnish?) reading this I was so anxious!! I had a vaguely similar experience when I dated a Finn but nothing quite so intensely ‘in your face’ (so to speak, ahem) as this. For me, I am happy to be more liberated than one can imagine behind closed doors, I am just not into group liberation. Argh! You are a very brave soldier, Heather.
unless for some reason you were unduly proud of your genitals? the mind boggles!
now why didn’t i think of that?! ha ha.
More than welcome, my dear. More than welcome!
ahh, maybe that’s why they were all laughing…
Come on over my love. i’ll supply the sauna if you bring the wine…
Thank you! so good to hear!
oh dear, i hadn’t thought about the swingers party…now that could be something, huh? A sauna swingers party. At least you’d have the chance to check all the potential couples out I guess… lol
I felt like it at the time!
Brave/stupid there’s a fine line, isn’t there?
Well at least once they’d laid eyes on my stomach in all its naked glory, they’d never invite me back!
Not sure I could have done it, but I bet it felt good when you realised you had done it and now you actually enjoy having sauna’s. Not sure I could do it, but as everyone is naked and its the norm I would think it’s not a judgemental thing and noone gossips about peoples bodies etc – thats what would bother me! I think it’s good too, to realise what real bodies look like, would be a handy thing for some of the over body concious youngsters these days!
I’m sorry but that is hilarious!
ha ha ha!
Indeed! they should make it compulsory for youngesters. It did feel good and now it is normal but i’ll never forget that first feeling of horror.
thank you, my dear.
I’ve never had a naked sauna party! What an experience. But when I lived in Germany and I used to go to the gym and make use of the sauna, no clothing was allowed in the sauna so I had to get used to it. The sauna was called “clothes-free area”. At the beginning it was rather embarassing but not knowing the people there after a while it wasn’t so terrible. Thinking about it now I’m not sure I’d do it again. Ciao. A.
I fond it very hard these days to understand why people would want to wear
clothes in the sauna…clothes free seems much more normal and sensible
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Shudder, shudder, shudder, shudder, shudder, shudder, shudder……I think I would have been in tears. Very funny though. xx
Great post, and fascinating reading through the comments. Like Trish I’ve been subject to the strip shower regime in Iceland… but the pools are all thermally heated and naturally full of minerals so hygiene is more important than being prudish in the showers. In fact, thinking back to schooldays there was never any time to be prudish in the showers there either – you were in there with everyone double quick before the slipper swished your naked backside!
Speaking as someone who hates wearing trunks at the beach I think I could cope… and I’m British through and through. At least, I though I was. Maybe I’m really Finnish after all?
perhaps there is some Finnish linage to your heritage… I wonder though if
it is something to do with the different sexes though, is it less of a
worry for guys?
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Looking back I find it hard to believe i was so stressed about it. how time
changes us.
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Mean of them, but made for a very funny story!!
BTW heather. As I was thinking about doing my first vlog, I remembered your hesitation about doing your first one-shyness or whatever. After reading this, I LOL! After this, vlogging is nothing!
Hilarious account of a sauna visit!
How brave, I would never – and I mean NEVER – have taken my clothes off and gone in there. I’d probably utter an excuse of being allergic to the heat or something.
I actually thought you were going to say you’d been dreaming! I thought I was! I couldn’t do it. Have trouble getting naked in front of hubster, especially if the light’s on and the wardrobe door closed.
Customs or not, bugger that for a lark.
CJ xx
You make a good point. After this nothing should be scary!
damkn it, heat allergies, now why didn’t i think of that? It wasn’t really braveness but more a confused foggy state of not really knowing what was going on.
Oh god know, my dreams are tame compared to the reality of my life at times!
Oh noooo, shudder. Would have taken more than a glass of wine.
But, I quite enjoy the odd skinny dip so public nudity not totally out of my realms of possibility. Just close proximity public nudity with people I don’t know.
Sorry, I feel really, really guilty laughing at your erm … misfortune there!! Not sure I would have gone as far as you did. I likely would have feigned some illness or another and booked it out of there!!
OMG – that is one of the funniest things I have ever heard! Haven’t waded through all your other comments Heather , so sorry if I repeat what every third person has already said! I bet your stats for this post will be through the roof, and you might get a whole new group of followers!!! Funny, funny lady. Next time I want A VLOG – ha ha!!!!
ha ha, i can understand that.
don’t feel guilty, it’s all in the past. I can well and truly laugh at it
these days.
ha ha, I hadn’t thought of those new followers…will be interesting to see.
Not sure that even I’m brave enough to do a sauna vlog…
Oh my god, I laughed so hard I nearly spat tea all over the laptop. Fantastic, love it, love your hosts sense of humour and love even more that you were brave enough to go along with it, good for you and well done. It is however my worst nightmare, but I would imagine actually doing it must have been kind of liberating in way?
it is liberating in, really. Living out here i have come to realise how
much our body shame is a nothing more than a part of the culture in which
we live.
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I am quite literally rolling around laughing! It was very nice of you to share your humiliation with the rest of us and you are very brave for going into that sauna, I don’t think I would have!
Okay, this was like THE most hilarious story ever. We have naked parties all the time at our house, but only because my children are extreme nudists. I have never had to attend one with random strangers. You are very brave!
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my pleasure! What’s a bit of humiliation between friends, eh?
My kids are the same! can never get the damn clothes on them! Little naturists that they are. coming over to see your blog now.
oh you are sweet – shall come over and see…
Well – there is no way on God’s green earth I would have gone into the bathroom! That would have been the end of the party for me. You are much braver then I am.
ha ha, brave / stupid, call it what you will
What interesting people. Tell me, are they available for weddings, funerals and bahmitzvahs…?
Hilarious! I haven’t read all comments but I think I can say I’m probably the only one who knows EXACTLY how you felt. First time across Russia – 3 days on train, met by exchange students family at station. Driven straight to banja (Russian equivalent), stripped naked & put in banja with all family, friends & relations. Then granny came along with the birch leaves…..
they probably would be…they’d probably only need paying in booze…
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oh no, not the granny! Eeeek! i have been saved the mortification of
sauna-ing with the in laws, thank God!
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I hope the positioning of the stranger’s cock wasn’t part of their bet! You are one very brave lady.
That’s fab – I love that they were taking bets on how long you’d last
ha ha, no i think that was just my clumsiness…
I know, the bastards! :0 It was all done in good spirit though, you know.
Wow, a big Finnish, in-the-sauna, junk-fest. Somehow I am missing the appeal other than your story made me laugh out loud and therefore totally worth it. Thanks.
This is a brilliantly funny story, but my favourite part is reading your comments of how relaxed your are about your body now. I can only dream of that level of naked confidence!
Was she vajazzled and wanting to show it off? Oh oh or maybe she was lactating and didn’t want to leak over your spa? Or maybe she had a third tit! Or really, really, tremendously hairy ones . . . I’m going to be up all night thinking about this.
That’s exactly what I waas thinking! I mean I wouldn’t have to worry about showing the genitals as I’m sure they’d be well covered in fur, but I know I’d be caught with hairy legs too!
Funny, the idea of being publically naked doesn’t upset me as much as the idea of someone seeing my hairy legs . . .
OMG you are so funny…I felt your pain being in such a weird scenario. Once you get to know them remember revenge is sweet & get the bastards back!!!!!
Something similar happened at a spa house in Budapest. The old battle-axes yelled at me for having my suit on and then yanked my towel away from me before she beat me into submission aka massage. LOL!! Atleast it was early in the AM and everyone was over age 60. PS I snuck my suit back on before I went into the mineral baths!! rebel that I am.
vajazzled! ha ha ha, I hadn’t thought of that!
I know exactly what you mean!
ooo, but ouch! imagine going in a sauna with metal bits attached down there! It’s gonna get very hot and uncomfortable very quickly!
Any time, my dear
I swear to you, you may not believe this now, but if you lived in a culture where it was considered ok and normal, you would soon loosen up about it all. I never thought i would either but I am now. Amazing how much of our body image problems stem from our culture – they’re not your problem, they are the society in which you lives in’s problem.
Sadly there is little I could do to that group that would upset them!
ooooh, you rebel, you!
Oh my! I would have been mortified! I guess I too would have needed several glasses of wine. I have never heard of “naked parties” but now I know!
Now you know! It is fun though, once one gets over the whole body shame thing.
I admit to being lazy and not reading all the comments … I was just wondering what state your legs were in as you lurched drunkenly into the sauna – smooth and silky or the gorilla touch?!
I admit to being lazy and not reading all the comments … I was just wondering what state your legs were in as you lurched drunkenly into the sauna – smooth and silky or the gorilla touch?!
Oh God, how hideous – poor you!!!! I’m in between cringing in sympathetic horror and laughing, just reading it!
I had lots of laugh reading your post
My first sauna experience wasn’t so traumatic it’s a really funny memory now. We were supposed to have sauna during our integraton day at work. Since at that time I really hated warm places I just politely said that no thank you (now I’m totally converted sauna lover). Anyway the point is that the sauna was outside, so I just grabbed my beer and sat outside to politely wait for them to finish. Suddenly the doors slam and there stands my boss just as God has created him with his dick dangling happily between his legs. He took a deep breath and screamed – what a great air we have in Finland and run into the lake. My first thought was to count how many beers I already had, and if Im sure that wasn’t too many. Well, I must say this was my first and probably last cultural shock in Finland 
Sooo funny. This once happened to me on a Press Trip. Naked in front of colleagues? I don’t think so!
Heck I’d have done the same and then really embarrassed myself by drinking too much wine! you are seriously brave!
A good sweat is very refreshing, although I can’t say that I have ever shared a sauna in mixed company.
What! No vlog? LOL Sorry!
What a great story!
I told you I visited Norrbotten several times. I visited the sauna several times with my friend. Her parents had one at home. I never liked it much! Too hot for my taste.
Noooo! Nightmare!
I am so thankful I didn’t go down that route which is a route a do tend to venture down when nervous!
Tis something to be tried I think. Very liberating.
ha ha, a sauna vlog – that would be something, huh? i love the sauna though, love the heat and steam.
That’s so funny! You coped very well; breastage and cockage galore and you still downed the wine in an admirably british stiff upper lip way! Good on you for giving it a go; next time wrestle the birch from them and beat a few bottoms!
now there’s an idea!
i think you acted right up to the situation. and i had a good laugh
Wow…. you got further than I would have. YIKES!!!!
Next time come up with some good excuses… so sorry, I have to wash the cat, iron the carpet, run the blinds through the dishwasher… I am SWAMPED. Thanks, have a nice night.
Girl… you get serious kudos for doing as much as you did. Find new friends.
Scarlett & Viaggiatore (the lion)
oh god I am killing myself laughing.
You did well, I’d have bolted at the bathroom.
Glad it amused you
I think I may have to add iron the carpet to my list of favourite excuses! so much better than washing my hair.
I think it was more shock that had me routed to the spot than anything. And i hate to feel like i might be missing out, you know. Everyone else was doing it…that excuse has got me in so much trouble through my life, you’d think I would have learnt by now, huh?
Well done you for having done it – glad to hear it’s a regular thing. I’m all for saunas and you get over the embarrassment pretty quickly when it’s everyone doing it! My favourite was in an old Hammam in a little town in Tunisia, full of naked elderly women hennaing their hair and laughing at the tourists. They made me henna my hands, laughing all the time.
Ack! I have to say, as a prudish Canadian, I’m not even sure what I would have done. Thankfully, I will likely never know. Although perhaps I would grow accustomed to it, from this side of the experience the idea doesn’t sound appealing.
I think the first time is the worst, after you realise that nobody is
looking at your body and everyone else is naked, it gets easier – these days
I don’t think anything of it.
I think I can safely say that there aint enough alcohol in the Finland… no way no how – oh hang on – wait til you see my guest post tomorrow bwahahahaha. K. Maybe I would.
Oh now i can’t wait to read your guest post!
Nothing like living abroad to broaden the mind, eh?
indeed!
Complete bastards. You should have fed them overcooked vegetables as revenge – that’s quite a british thing isn’t it?
ha ha ha, or some jellied eels or spotted dick…lol
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Fun post! I just learned that in Finland there is on average of 6 weeks of vacation, and that during the work day people leave the office at 4pm to take advantage of the sunshine. At the same time, Finland has a great economy. So…along with this culture of being ok with nudity and having sauna parties…it makes me feel like we might have something to learn from our wise Finnish friends!
Also children here don’t start school until they are 7 and yet they have one
of the best education systems ion the world and something like 99% literacy
rate.
there’s a lesson in all this I feel…
Well done on going through with it. Strange how a Brit abroad is the weird one for not wanting to spend an evening turning red and watching strange men’s flabby and flaccid bits! I quite like a sauna, but definitely prefer it when it’s women only, and preferably with everyone’s swimming costumes on. Call me a prude, but once everyone turns prune-like, it’s just not a massively appealing sight.
ha ha ha, i hadn’t thought about the strange reversal there! You are so
right! I love sauna these days and it doesn’t bother me at all if it mixed
or not now – the idea of going in in swimming costume makes me feel a bit
uncomfortable actually (weird huh?) the idea of sweating in clothes in sauna
makes me feel all itchy!
It all makes much more sense when you realize that, in Finland, nakedness has nothing to do with sexuality- it has to do with survival. When someone is hypothermic, the first recommended action is to strip them naked, put them in a sleeping bag, and then strip yourself and get in with them. It is the most efficient way to pass body heat from one person to another and keep them alive.
I would imagine the same principle applies after coming in from the outside in Finland when back in the day you were always flirting with freezing to death- modesty has no place when you can die from the cold…
But then, I’m a Canadian dating a Finn. When you’ve experienced cold like we have, it sort of changes the rules.
Your blog is fantastic, by the way.
Jasmine