Just being out was prohibitive. I'm just flashing back here as I write, remembering walking down the middle of Mingus Rd. late at night in Michigan with girlfriend and dropping my shorts, all that I wore. It felt outrageous and ultimate liberation.
It was freeing to do something "crazy." Jumping out of constrictions, out of conventional uniform. That was part of hippie garb back when. It was different and naked was just one more bold step. I had a friend that wore a "Who" style jumpsuit always. If anyone of us said anything, he would jump right out of it, just for the excitement, the "crazy" proudly the "freak." To freak in "uptight" conventional world, to be free of social convention, not to be robots of commercial fashion, to experiment, was cool.
It wasn't rebellious, or anti-social, or doing the opposite, the "anti.". It was a liberation, we felt a rejection of repression, throwing off the shackles, the expectations, the mindless conformity that was a part of the draft, the blind patriotism, the boring channeled road of life that was being thrust upon youthful expression and true freedom.
It was an expression of individualism, thumbing a nose at the anti-social and instead just turning our backs on it and doing what we felt good doing, either in dress, or the ultimate non-fashion just naked.
My guru once, or twice said, "Life is a process of unlearning." That would include all convention that we are taught at an early age, questioning authority, the stuff children are molded to. That opens the doors to infinite possibilities in consciousness and experience.
Quite a lot wrapped around the act of dropping trousers in the street in a most spirited manner.
Right-arm!
Jbee