Bonnaroo: Festivals Are Where Its At

shared by a friend, Lilly, 19:




"The Bonnaroo music festival last year is probably one of the greatest places one could ever hope to be for the following reasons:


A. The music lineup always kicks ass.
B. Fantastic place to satisfy your exhibitionist urges without a care in the world.


You are surrounded for days by thousands upon thousands of care-free, fun-loving, chill people that are there to have a good time. People are sharing drinks, passing joints and everyone seems to be your best friend. Security, or if you will, "The Man", is minimal in presence as in an atmosphere like this they are really there for major crimes and security reasons. Smoke a joint and they will literally look at the ground while walking past you. On the other hand, rob a person with a knife and you're done. See? Major safety, not the little things. To continue, a conversation I overheard between two girls and a security guy:


Girls: "Hey, theres a naked guy back there! We saw him, he's just, naked!"
Security: "Is he conscious?" 
Girls: (hesitant) "Yeah."
Security: "Don't worry about it then, its the unconscious people we worry about."


There you go guys, that is the spirit here.


I went last June with five friends from my high school senior class and within minutes of getting into the festival area I knew I was in another world. Before we even had our camp area set up I had already spotted at least a dozen topless girls and two or three naked guys. Win.


The first night i was pretty well behaved, per se. After seeing a few acts I reached my absolute-drunk point (you know, that point where you are good and toasty but one more drink will bring you to a whole level of terrible) and took off my top. It was no big deal to anyone, including my friends, and one of my girlfriends followed suit by taking hers off too.


The following morning I was up way too early along with one of my girlfriends and one of my boyfriends (for the sake of the story Alice and Steve shall be their names) and we went for a walk around the area to see what other people were up to and get our drink-on started like the champs we are. Embolden by the previous evening shenanigans I started the day off without my top and needless to say it always makes the locals all the friendlier. While passing one camp though we heard a girl call out to us hello and asked us if we had an extra beer.


We happily obliged (sharing is caring) and stopped to hang out for a bit. After awhile her boyfriend woke up and got out of their tent (surprise, surprise) completely naked. She wasn't in the least bit shocked by this and my group took it in stride. We hung out for awhile longer and finally decided it was time to wander back to our own camp. We shared our adventures with the others and got to talking and jesting each other on the subject of nudity. It came down to finally myself in just my cowboy boots, Steve one hundred percent naked and Alice going topless for the day. The whole day. 


Walking through crowds of people naked was absolutely exhilarating and my friends reported feeling the same about it. The vast majority of people barely notice while others ask to have their picture taken with you. Steve said this this was the single craziest thing he ever did and loved every second of it. There were a few times while we were wandering that Steve was sporting half-wood and one time for sure that I remember he went full on erect while posing for a picture with a group of girls. After that his erection didn't settle for nearly half an hour, much to our amusement. As drunk and as high as he was though he didn't care in the slightest and just had a shit-eating grin on the whole day. 


As I have been rambling now for a bit I'll bring this to a close with the sentiments of festivals being the coolest place to get away with our behavior. My favorite pictures to find are guys and girls naked at concerts and festivals as I think its so fricken cool and brings back some great memories."