The mercury had already climbed to 120°F—not uncommon for a midsummer Friday afternoon—by the time my friend Moises and I arrived at INNdulge, one of Palm Springs myriad clothing-optional resorts clustered around the Warm Sands neighborhood on the south side of town.
I was a little apprehensive about how this weekend would unfold. Despite having spent many, many weekends vacationing in Palm Springs, not once have I ever stayed in any of these exclusively gay male retreats.
Just to be clear, I am not sexually conservative by any means nor do I suffer from some sort of body dysmorphia. I simply find the idea of casually parading naked in front of other people in an everyday setting to be rather unnerving. This probably also explains why I also don’t enjoy going to bathhouses, which I think is what I half-expected this place to be, an extended-stay bathhouse with nudity topping the amenities list.