We have a loathing of clothing around here. Why bother? Except when we go out, of course.
When my FIL calls he always asks me if I've got clothes on. I tell him, "No, but I'll put some on if you come over." He belly laughs.
When I was about 19, my girl friend and I decided to go to a nudist camp in the mountains -- then down the mountains via walking -- near San Bernardino, CA. There's a hot springs located there. I told my dad I was going. He told me I would be sorry. And he was right. My buttinsky was burnt so badly, I couldn't sit down for days. My dad just laughed.
Ahhhh. Good to be home doing work now. All those yucky clothes were feeling...yucky.