OK, now some of the shit we did that's more of interest to this group.
Nudity was no big deal. I went to college in the era when all of us had come out of high schools -- both public and private -- that had gym class and showers. We'd all been nude in front of other guys either in jr. high PE, high school PE or after sports practices.
The nudity started your first night as an associate member in a brawl that started out as a drinking party for all new and existing members of the fraternity and ended up becoming basically a wrestling match between the AMs and brothers. Before you knew it, clothes were literally being ripped off each other left and right (we'd been warned to bring gym clothes to change into at the party "that we never wanted to see again"). By this time everybody in the room was buckass naked and the floor had a good inch or more of beer and water, perfect for pledge bowling (the brothers would take a new member by the arms and legs and slide him down the floor to the other end of the room, where 10 AMs were arranged as "pins").
The party lasted through most of the night, with brothers teaching AMs bawdy songs that had been passed down through the years. By the end of the night, after hours of of deeply bonded new buds drinking and hanging out naked together, we all ran upstairs, crammed into the few showers, and cleaned up. Some went out to see their girlfriends and others went home to catch a few hours sleep before class.
I was awarded a football jersey with the greek letters in front and "LS" on the back, for Long Schlong. One brother got a jersey each year. The girls on campus all knew what it stood for, since its meaning had leaked out long ago. I was expected to wear it to the cafeteria and to class at certain intervals, and I did it with pride. I still have my shirt.
Throughout the years nudity was commonplace. In the warm months, the guys routinely sunbathed nude or in jockstraps on the roof or patio. I remember one January night that everyone who was at the house got naked except for sneakers, grabbed our lacrosse sticks, and played naked lacrosse in 30 degree weather in the dark on the frozen hockey field next to the house. Dangerous, painful and fun.
Sometimes when having a party at our house with a sorority, someone would yell "Get naked!" and the guys would all strip off, with the girls laughing, and serve drinks naked to their dates for the next couple of hours. It was the most natural thing in the world.
A couple of the more intimate and spontaneous nude experiences I will always keep to myself, not because they were more debauched or sexual in nature (they weren't), but because they hold a deep bonding meaning to me that taught me acceptance for who I am and for the meaning of true love among brothers for life.