Jayden Jaymes Interview Nudist Colony Exclusive

“I’m trying to start a movement. I’ve invited a few other performers. Some laughed. One showed up, stood at the gate for thirty minutes, and left. It’s hard for us. Our entire career is based on the tease. To remove the tease is to remove our power. But I’ve realized the power is actually in the surrender.” The "Exclusive" Exclusive: The Rumor Addressed Of course, I had to ask about the viral rumor. Two weeks ago, a blurry photo surfaced online claiming to show Jayden Jaymes "working" at the colony. The internet assumed it was a film set.

As I drove back through the canyons, my clothes feeling foreign and itchy, I couldn’t help but think: Jayden Jaymes didn’t just find a nudist colony. She found a way to disappear while standing still. jayden jaymes interview nudist colony exclusive

Now 40, Jaymes looks exactly how you’d hope a woman who spends her time naked in nature would look: comfortable. There are no tan lines, no Spanx, and—most notably—no armor. “I’m trying to start a movement

“The first time I took my clothes off here, I cried,” Jaymes says. “Not because I was sad, but because no one looked. The guy grilling veggie burgers didn't glance down. The lady watering her petunias didn't stare. For the first time in my adult life, my boobs were just... boobs. Not a brand.” Jayden is quick to correct the terminology. “Nudism is just being naked. Naturism is about harmony with nature. But what I’m practicing here is radical vulnerability .” One showed up, stood at the gate for

“That it’s a sex party. Look around.” She gestures to a couple in their 80s playing chess. “This is the least erotic place on earth. There is no mystery. When everyone is naked, nobody is naked. It’s like... being invisible.”

“I had a panic attack at a gas station in Bakersfield,” she admits. “I was wearing joggers and a hoodie. Fully covered. But I felt like a million people were watching me pump gas. I realized I was commodifying my existence 24/7. So I ran.”

“People always ask, ‘Is it sexual?’ And I tell them, ‘Is a beach sexual? Is a shower sexual? Only if you make it that way.’ Here, clothes are the distracting thing. You see a guy in a business suit, you judge his income. You see a woman in a sundress, you judge her taste. You take it all off, and you’re left with just... human.” We settled onto lounge chairs by the kidney-shaped pool. A volunteer asked if we wanted towels to sit on (hygiene rules) and offered us tangerines. The sun was brutal.