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  • It’s a great question. It seemed earlier in my life, e.g. 80s & 90s that people were moving towards greater comfort with nudity, AND have become more prudish about nudity in the 00s, 10s, 20s. When I go to one of the many hot springs that I like to visit in my region, it is often the case that I’m the only one who is nude. I’ve never been shy about my body, but the younger generations seem much more shy than they used to be, back when I was one of the younger generations. I tried looking up some articles to try and find an answer to your question, and most point to religion, and the puritanical origins of the current US culture. But there was a clear, from my viewpoint, decrease in this prudishness from the 70s, 80s, 90s, and a clear increase more recently.

    Here’s an article from The Free Library, March 1998 USA Today which delves into the topic: https://www.thefreelibrary.com/Confronting+the+public+nudity+taboo.-a020409128

    I was at an onsen about an hour’s drive from my home a few months back. There were people of varying genders, and pretty much everyone was wearing some sort of clothing in the water, something that makes no sense to me. And no one expressed any problem with me wearing a hairtie and some water shoes so I got in the water. It was heavenly, and we soaked and conversed for quite a while. Until this one guy shows up, gets into the top/ hottest pool, and a little while later after assessing that I’ve probably warmed up enough for some real heat. I walk up the steps from the second pool to the top pool, and start to get in… But this guy starts complaining that I’m nude, he’s really bothered. I get one foot into the water, but it’s too hot for me. And he looks like one of those red skinned wrathful demons featured in Tibetan Thankhas. So I ask if he’s ok with me getting in the water, and he says, “no”. Since I can’t get in anyway I decide to give him a social “win” by retreating to the second pool. Meanwhile my friend starts lecturing the guy about how he needs to evict the inner cop from his mind. They guy just won’t let up, tho. Since we’ve been there for quite a while already I decided it would be better if we left. Of course this means that to get to my clothes I have to go back up where he is, giving him another gander at my lovely exterior. I put my clothes on, and we left. Friends that I’ve told this story to have wondered if that guy was just one or a few views of the male physique away from discovering his true sexual interests.