Blog to detail a long story from my AMA as requested 
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As a teenager in a very small rural town, there wasn’t a whole lot of entertainment for my friend group so we often made our own.
We were a fun group of weirdos and had strange traditions which as a baseline always included (for some reason I don’t know how it started) everyone just ending up completely naked when we would drink. Usually in a house party environment but not always.
One of the places we would stay at night if a house wasn’t free for a party was a secluded section of the coastline. Zero lighting, one single narrow path and then just rocks and the ocean.
On this night, it was my first time drinking so I was clueless to my own limits. The drink just tasted nice so I drank far too much, the night progressed as usual silly chats, deeper emotional chats, everyone getting naked. It wasn’t every one from the friend group that night but just several guy friends and me. It was all silly and a good time. Too drunk to be worried about the precarious part of the coast and being naked in public.
As the night went on it started to rain heavily, though I do not remember this. According to my very kind friends, at the onset of rain they sensibly decided clothes would be useful, I, however drunk and silly decided I was good. They had to catch me and forcibly dress me as best they could while I yelled how I wanted to stay naked.
As the rain continued they dragged my sorry drunk ass back through the town (now all dressed but soaking wet) and we took refuge by sneaking into one of their houses.
Still cringe years later at the thought of being dressed by my friends
and suitably cringing now at the retelling 
But hey least they were solid friends and I was saved from my own foolishness if I did wake up cold in wet clothes in the morning before they regaled me with the tale.
.As a teenager in a very small rural town, there wasn’t a whole lot of entertainment for my friend group so we often made our own.
We were a fun group of weirdos and had strange traditions which as a baseline always included (for some reason I don’t know how it started) everyone just ending up completely naked when we would drink. Usually in a house party environment but not always.
One of the places we would stay at night if a house wasn’t free for a party was a secluded section of the coastline. Zero lighting, one single narrow path and then just rocks and the ocean.
On this night, it was my first time drinking so I was clueless to my own limits. The drink just tasted nice so I drank far too much, the night progressed as usual silly chats, deeper emotional chats, everyone getting naked. It wasn’t every one from the friend group that night but just several guy friends and me. It was all silly and a good time. Too drunk to be worried about the precarious part of the coast and being naked in public.
As the night went on it started to rain heavily, though I do not remember this. According to my very kind friends, at the onset of rain they sensibly decided clothes would be useful, I, however drunk and silly decided I was good. They had to catch me and forcibly dress me as best they could while I yelled how I wanted to stay naked.
As the rain continued they dragged my sorry drunk ass back through the town (now all dressed but soaking wet) and we took refuge by sneaking into one of their houses.
Still cringe years later at the thought of being dressed by my friends
and suitably cringing now at the retelling But hey least they were solid friends and I was saved from my own foolishness if I did wake up cold in wet clothes in the morning before they regaled me with the tale.
