As long as I can remember I was a hardcore voyeur. I would peek in on anybody and stare way too long. I was raised in two different households, my mom and dad’s, both had new spouses. My mom was extremely open with sexuality and nudism and my dad was way more closed off and his new wife was even worse and basically turned them into evangelicals.
So, I had a taste of voyeurism at an early age, but also heavily shamed for any kind of nudity. If I came out of the shower and was drying off in my room at my dad’s and his wife or he saw me not dressed, they’d snap at me.
Anyways, I used to go to a sleep away camp with my best friend Annie and her brother who was a counselor there. It was that classical camp you see in old movies but it was more art themed, we did a lot of painting and photography – they had a great darkroom and we got school credit there. It was a chill fun camp.