I don’t know about you guys, but every Sunday morning was a blood-strewn battleground with me on one side, my parents on the other. At stake: what I would wear to church. Since I was not raised in California, clothing like jeans, other “casual pants,” t-shirts, sweatshirts, and shorts were verboten. Add to the mix that this was the 80s and I was alternatively aspirational (ha ha remember “alternative” as a type? PS I am very old), and every week you’d see me willing to die on the hill of strategically safety-pinned stirrup pants. Maybe I would have let all that slide if we had been parishioners of White Tail Chapel, where many congregants worship without pants of any type?
“They read from the same bible many of you do” says the anchor at NBC 12 in Virginia, apparently unaware that a website based in godless San Francisco would be embedding their video, “it’s their attire, or lack thereof, that sets them apart.”
OK, It’s not. It’a a resident of the nudist resort on the grounds of which White Tail Chapel holds its services, the NBC12 folks briefly mention at the end of the segment. Which seems like pretty late in the game to note that — like, what did they think was going to happen at a church at a nudist colony? Catsuit church? (My mom forbade me to wear a catsuit, too, BTW. Believe me I tried. God, what an asshole I was. Am?)
Actually, their reasons for keeping it all off during church are kind of beautiful, as parishioners say that naked church frees them from societal judgments, and that it keeps people from trying to be anything other than what they really are. I can get behind (just not too close behind) that attitude for sure.
In summary, however, I’d just like to point out that the naked church is in Virginia, not San Francisco, where everyone would expect it to be. So there!