Wow I hate being naked. (Well, there are certain exceptions, as always.) I have been on some VERY long flights, next to alcoholic old men with large noses, old saggy women, fat men and women, and once once
I sat next to a very
cute British boy. Once. (Heheh I'm still in contact with him, actually...)
Can you imagine being on a flight to England/Norway (The farthest I've been thus far) next to a mammothly lipid-challenged individual stuffing their face with pretzels and having all their sweaty rolls of pustulous fat slumping and folding into your
chair? The damned excuses for seats are too small and damned well scratchy, too. It's either be pressed up either against the window by the hideously jiggling masses of lipid cells or be squeezed out of your seat and into the isle.
For eight to eleven hours, depending on tailwind.
Now imagine all that, all that hideous torture in the nude, and you'll get my point loud and clear.
Nude-Air is a stupid idea. Period.
I'll save my bodacious bod for whoever gets to get laid with me. Not for some perverted stranger to stare at in cramped quarters on a plane, thanks.