Month: March 2016

I remember my first experiences with being naked had nothing to do with nudism, that’s for sure! Changing into or out of swim suit as a child, and particularly at my grandparents house, was always something I did alone. Why? I had no idea back then. As I got a little older I remember a couple of occasions when my brother and I changed in the same downstairs utility room, but I think that was because we were in a hurry to go somewhere else or when grandma was about to do laundry and wanted the suits for the wash.
Grandma never made a fuss about seeing our naked butts. Why would she? Finally I began understanding that nakedness was something special and there was apparently a reason people did not do it all over. This would have been my “awakening” to puberty, I suppose. Along this time there are a few vague memories of sitting around my grandparents house wrapped in only a towel, which was probably after swimming. There is one clear memory of my brother “streaking” through the house and out the back garage door. He came to a halt at the end of the garage, near the road, where a couple of neighbor girls were outside across the street washing a car! That occasion was a family event that was talked about for years, and neither the neighbors or the girls ever said anything to us. I am certain he was seen, but again, this was summer, we were visiting, and we were just kids!
If I had only knew then what I know now, I would have been “streaking” way more than my brother and probably would have invented a dozen ways to loose my swim trunks or forget them somewhere. Years later and several states away from my grandparents home, I remember skinny-dipping with my brother and a neighborhood friend named Mark. We were going fishing at a lake behind our apartments and got ridiculously hot and sweaty traipsing through the woods from one fishing spot to another.
Mark, being the oldest of the bunch, said he was going swimming. He went into the water and then threw his cut-off shorts out after a few moments. I think I went in second and did not want to walk home in soaking wet cut-offs, so I removed mine before going into the water. We all thought this was quite daring because of being in clear view of a local international airport’s runway. Anyone looking out the windows of a plane taxiing and turning around at the end of the runway would have had a pretty clear view of us boys. We had great fun that summer and there was nothing “inappropriate” about it. I also remember my mother and step-father once mentioning a possible visit to Virginia’s eastern shore, and asking both my brother and I if we would go to a nude beach with them. This never happened though.
It wasn’t until about ten years later that I was introduced to printed literature on nudism.

Introduction to Nudism

I was at the Hard Rock Cafe in Atlanta speaking with a couple. Told them I needed to get away for the weekend.

I thought about it and chose to attempt it and went that weekend. Adored the encounter as well as the folks I met. They made me feel so welcome and everything looked so natural. We went the following weekend and spent two days there.

-Don W.
Hudson, Florida
First Time

June 1st, 2009. I presented myself and admitted this was my first (public) experience as a nudist. What a delightful and gracious opening and welcome to the nudist community!

-Donne
Sierra Vista, Arizona
My Biggest Rue

Being nude has ever been quite natural to me, I can recall when I was perhaps 4 or 5 only needing to be nude. Nothing has altered 40 years after, it simply feels “normal” to me.

I did my assignments online and also read as much as I could around going to a nudist resort, oh boy, was I excited! The day I set out to go was wonderful and I was prepared to get nude. YIPEEE! But as I got close my belly was becoming more distressed from my nerves. I starting thinking about turning around and heading home but only kept driving. I truly needed to feel the sun on my nude body and go swimming nude, after all it turned out to be a wonderful day.

As I pulled up to the gate I really thought I was really going to throw up and at that stage I really needed to talk myself into going forward.

After checking in and heading to my truck I could not believe it. I was looking at nude people upward by the pool and I was going to be one of these! I stood by my truck appearing active for about 10 minutes without taking anything away and eventually I understood it was time to take ALL my clothing away and be free. I was becoming more confident with each measure.

I needed to take a shower before getting into the pool and it turned out to be a FAST one. I spent the remaining part of the day in the pool floating about and LOVING every second of it.

The reason this excursion was such a huge deal for me was because I do not have the “standard” body. I’m a large man, need to slim down and had worried I might be laughed at or individuals would stare, but after going there now for more then 8 years (only a couple times a year) I understood that NOBODY cares! I waited for such a long time to visit a nudist resort because I did not have the “perfect”body. I’m yet to see the “perfect” body but I ‘ve meet a number of the best people I’ll ever meet in my entire life. When you are naked with other folks it is as real as it gets and I’ve found that nudists are as pleasant as individuals come.

So this is the reason why I labeled this “My Biggest Sorrow” because I repent that I waited so long to get out and be nude with other like minded individuals. If the idea has ever crossed your mind, simply go get nude.

-C.J.
Michigan
Beach Day

from the time that I was a teenager I ‘d always learned about nudist beaches and camps, but I never understood where to find them. In the mid ’90s I ‘d access to the Internet and chat rooms. I met a girl on the chat website who told me about seeing a nude beach. I asked about how I really could locate one in my state. She told me about a site where I could imagine a guide book which describes the places of swimming holes and shores.

After purchasing this I read about a beach at Martha’s Vineyard. Some time after I finally had an opportunity to get out there with my at the time girlfriend. Finally I located the shore I was searching for after the ferry ride and bus ride on the other side of the isle. I recall how natural everyone seemed and how I was ready to join in the fun. The blanket was just on the earth when my clothes came off. I loved the liberating feeling of the wind on my body and having the ability to jump in the ocean naturally. My girlfriend eventually got comfy also.

Since then I’ve been seeing nudist campgrounds and coming to the Vineyard as much as really possible. I’ve despised wearing bathing suits ever since.

-Paul J.
Milford, Massachusetts
My Nudist History

The following is a history of my nudist encounter with some ideas for all those investigating nudism as a lifestyle option:

“Nudist” A Fresh Word

I was raised in Marin County north of San Francisco and am now a professional working in San Francisco. When I was younger I could not have imagined I ‘d ever describe myself as a nudist. I remember the very first time that I heard the term nudist. The entire thing shocked me to the stage that I still recall where I was when he told me. I could not imagine why grown folks would need to be naked, particularly in a location called a nudist colony. It undoubtedly was something I ‘d never be involved in.

First Time Naked Outside

He became more daring and even rode his bike up the drive naked. This was only boys testing and playing and we understood that we didn’t wish to be found so there was an element of danger and anxiety of being found that overshadowed everything.

Private Nudity, My Own Skin

Within a few years I found that easing my pajamas away after going to sleep and sleeping nude felt amazing. Again this felt fantastic but by importance stayed my mystery. Shortly, on some evenings, I managed to sneak out my bedroom window at the center of the night and revel in the nighttime atmosphere nude. We lived in a built up neighborhood on a hill with open space supporting the home. At first I ‘d roam the grassy hillside in back of the home feeling the cool breezes on my skin. I particularly enjoyed wet nighttime. The sound of the storm made me feel more safe about not being found going out the window and I adored the feeling of rain on my naked skin. I understood the terrain very well and one night I was particularly avant-garde and did a large loop walking with that location for over half a mile in a circle onto paved roads (but where houses weren’t built right on the road) on the different side of the hill and back to my clothing that I’d left behind. I can not believe I did this or that, as a teen, I didn’t get found.

-Tom
San Francisco, California