As my outdoor exhibitionism season dwindles away, I prepare for the cold weather depression that becomes inevitable. As usual, I'm anxious about it. I fear that I didn't avail myself to all the great opportunities that I may have missed this past summer to observe others exposing their sexuality.
After cycling through this process for more than fifty years, I wish I could handle my emotional state better. Following my inhibited exhibitionism season of 2020, I thought I would be able to transition better this year. I may have become more aware of my self-unawareness. That is, you may not care to see my aged nakedness.
I've visited a nudist recreational area more than a dozen times this past season. I've also camped nude for three weekends where I can be more lewd with my exhibitionism. Yet, I wonder about missed opportunities to observe more exposure.
I'm attempting to become more aware of my sexuality by observing other naked people. My self-unawareness bothers me. Hopefully, tomorrow's planned nudist excursion will help me become more aware.