day when public nudity becomes more acceptable is drawing nearer!

accidentally-showing-pussyFirst let me say what a great site. As a 47 y.o. guy in the UK it’s interesting to read that many of the younger posters have had a much more enlightened upbringing than was the norm in my day as regards nudity. Hopefully the day when public nudity becomes more acceptable is drawing nearer! My first experiences being nude were in the 60’s, the personal freedom advocated by the “counter culture” was like a challenge to the establishment at a time when there was a much more oppressive moral “code” as to what was socially acceptable.
Always being one to challenge the establishment I saw nudity as an extension of the political and social attitudes I held. More people were prepared to be nude in public as a form of protest and I increasingly came to think of clothes as another form of oppression. (At the time clothing was also a signifier of class.) I first started going nude “in secret” during holidays when no one was around, I suppose I still felt there was something “perverse” about it, but there was also an elation of feeling more in tune with nature without clothes about it than just teenage rebellion.
It wasn’t until I was in my twenties I encountered social nudity. I stumbled across a naturist beach one day and it was a sort of life changing moment. It took seconds to get out of my clothes, but this was very different to any textile beach I’d ever been to – instead of having your own little space and no intereaction with anyone else this was really friendly, people would come and chat and there was no feeling of discomfort about it. There was also no distinction of class, there were people from many different backgrounds but no social barriers. There were men and women, singles and couples, gay and straight, and you felt you could talk to anyone.
accidentally-showing-pussy-on-beachThe one obvious missing group was younger people. Although there were families with young kids there were no teens or 20’s, all the adults were pretty much middle aged or older. Since then I spend as much time as possible nude, have become a regular beach goer, moved near the beach and arrange my work so I can be on the beach as often as possible (not as often as I’d like thanks to our climate). I have also shaved all body hair as it feels so much nicer and affords a more even tan. My best friends are naturists and I’ve met some great people at various beaches and on the net.
There are some positive changes from my early days, there are more younger people from the missing age group at beaches these days. More non naturists seem more tolerant of naturists, and the net has become a great forum to exchange ideas.
Sadly however it seems to be taking ages for attitudes to change, there are still too many who see us as perverts or link nudity with sex. Our media still views naturism with the same sort of “naughty postcard” image and advertising still uses nudity to sell products. Things are slowly changing though and it is nice to see sites like this helping to change attitudes. Keep up the good work. Any comments are welcome.

I just enjoy life without clothes

Read personal stories from people who have the experience I’m inclined not exhibitionist, I just enjoy life without clothes. I was always shy about my body, in the boys’ locker room at the gym or just under my shirt at the public beach. I was a nudist home, it was easy because I live alone and I did not show my body to anyone.

31798815I started my tan on deck in my boxers. Then, the Tan Lines, I decided to bask in my old bikini briefs to diminish, but began to think about the view from the neighbors. I have a privacy shield, and only then decided I could even get rid of the letter and TAN naked. I fell in love with the feeling naked in the outdoors, but was forced on my deck. I needed to wander the room.

There are no nude beaches around here and I certainly did not want to get busted as an exhibitionist and must register as sex offenders. I began to look at nudist camps. Look, I got the world record Skinny Dip was coming and decided to take the plunge. I began, plans and arrangements, but was not sure I could actually go through with it.

On the big day I packed the car and began the 2 hour journey, filled with both excitement and dread. I think the biggest hurdle was pulling into the drive when I got there, almost drove by. I went to the office and got a tour of the facilities. On the tour we will be in a beautiful naked blonde woman ran a few times, and I began again to doubt if I do that. feared an erection all day, my God, it warn you about 4 hours on the pill ads.

Well, I was hired. I decided to start as close to my comfort zone as possible, so I got out of my beach chair, towel, sunscreen and Ipod. would set up the right of my car on the lawn near the beach and stripped down to the sun as I lay on my deck .. back home

THE SKY do not like and I was not struck by lightning DOWN! (And no erections either)

55323204I could not just lie there all day so after a few beers as reinforcement I went to check the lagoon beach, where would our Skinny Dip official count takes place. The next stop was the conversation pool and I started very relaxed in the warm water, and chatted a bit with the others there. back to the car to pack a cooler and then all the way around the grounds, where they were holding a volleyball tournament. After doing that for a while, it was time for swimming and a hot soak in the bath.

Damn, it was almost three clock already, had to hurry into the lagoon to the Guinness World Record Skinny Dip Set. So here we are again around 300 of us standing in the lake and waits for our picture taken and counted. That’s what I came for, it was funny, but not as much fun as I had the rest of the time.

Okay, so fat naked people were to eat for some time, it was time for lunch. It was a picnic table on the road from my car, got out of lunch and a beer and sat down. During the lunch I saw a pair of tennis at the nearby farm and greeted people passing by, especially the accessibility of the golf carts were faster than you to talk.

After another go ’round talks between the pool, volleyball tournament, swimming pool and Jacuzzi, it was earlier than I had intended to head home. I did not yet left, back to the clubhouse, where they were in possession of a DJ dance. It was not much different than any night club but the clothes and it was BYOB. One last dip in the pool, the conversation at this hour was empty, and it was in the car for 2 hours of driving I did not want to do.

It was an amazing day, very pleasant, relaxed quite amazing to me, and I felt relieved when I do it again, dressed at home in the world. I am planning my next trip, hopefully for a weekend rather than one day, perhaps a membership in the next year. So now I am a confirmed social nudism.

There were only two problems to report, I am a photographer and cameras are not allowed. I photograph mostly everywhere. I also had an accident. Without any case, I accidentally locked my keys in the trunk. Quite a bit worried, luckily the car doors were unlocked and I could drop the back seat and get my keys out of the trunk. It was a tight fit, I mention I’m fat or not? I must be more careful next time. Anyway …

A Great Big THANKS to the nice folks at The Turtle Lake Resort

I was walking alone on a clothing-optional beach

Girl All Alone

12179867I had a manager who constantly discussed his bare encounters so I made the decision to visit a nudist resort in northern Indiana with him and his girlfriend. At the final minute they needed to alter their strategies and could not go, thus being the courageous girl that I ‘m, I determined to go alone.

I phoned forward to be sure I could get in; being a single girl was no trouble for the owners. I understood what to do once I got there so I got out of my clothing and visited the pool.

That was somewhat inconvenient for me for about one minute then I understood we were all naked and abruptly I felt right at home.

I’ve been to other clubs and the same thing occurred, I promptly meet the friendliest folks and have formed lifelong friendships that I’m really thankful for! Some of my nudist buddies have even examined to see whether they could be a live donor and give me a new kidney.( I ‘ve been in kidney failure for recent months). Now that’s real camaraderie!

I’m so thankful for my nudist family and can not wait for summer!

-Pamela
Anderson, Indiana
What an excellent feeling once I got into the pond nude, then got out out to lay on the pier to allow the sun dry my skin.

Many years after I went to Total Tan Sun Club…wow the memories came back to the very first time being naked… it was AMAZING, now at 42 I wish to be naked any and all of the time, my wife is not as free as I but one day perhaps she’ll be.

-G. Oakley
New York
First time Naked Outside

When I was young and began to read Playboy magazine and saw the images of the famous Grotto, I believed that looked like fun. Swimming nude.

I mentioned to myself, I’m really going to really have a pool in this way, and skinny dip at house. It was amazing.

Eventually in 1999,I purchased a house using a pool. Felt just as amazing as the very first time. There were other times, like me & a girlfriend skinnydipping late night at my flat pool. And the following house was the same, but the backyard was quite open so I needed to do it late night due to the aged neighbor.

But I’m heading to Hippie Hollow shortly as I can. Can not wait.

-TCE
Texas
The most liberating encounter

Once when I was walking alone on a clothing-optional beach in Europe I believed if I ever needed to try something completely insane this would have become the second. It was of course a fantastic experience that no one can describe unless they attempt it.

Ever since then I’ve replicated it with visits to naked saunas in Europe and loved it more every time. I convinced my wife to attempt it and she did love it a lot.

-Nude
Dubai
Being Nude IsN’t Petroleum

I started as a nudist at a decade old. I was a christan and my parents warned nudity. I got interested and went on Wikipedia. I put in naked and I found out things I never understood before. Being nude does not mean sex. It was so relaxing to see all those folks naked only like me. I adored it ever since.

-E.W

My first societal-nudist encounter

My Narrative

66043471I was not raised in a nudist family but I ‘d go skinny dipping as a child growing up on a farm. I had an excellent time; it was quite a liberating experience. Over time I joined a club and then started going to bare resorts. I found the folks there were so open and fair and nonjudgmental. I understand that may seem hard to trust but that is the facts. We made amazing friends and my family became members to that club and even now we keep our membership at a closeby club.

I simply wish the people could see that we’re ordinary, regular people who only chance to relish relaxing without clothing on our time off. My grown daughter has plenty of self confidence about herself and portion of the reason is that she understands what real women look like and does not feel insecure about herself. That’s an immediate consequence of her being raised in a nudist family. I believe that if more people tried it they’d see what I am referring to.

-Alan
Washington
Nevertheless, I started seeing narratives about trekking nude outside west and in the Alps, first in Wikipedia, then elsewhere, seven years back.

What a easy, sensible notion which could not possibly fly on the east shore, or so I believed. I needed to attempt it (bucket list in the event you will). Like skinny dipping in the wind instead of in the water. So I headed to Vermont where I could locate suitably distant terrain and legality. Well all I can declare is the fact that the encounter was transforming, like that of finding the independence liberalization and peace of nudity for the very first time, all over again.

Since that fateful minute, I’ve hiked, backpacked, and camped hundreds of miles on the distant trails of the northeast, in all sorts of weather. I’ve gone for as long as a week without putting on clothing in the outback during the summertime. I’ve trekked naked for hours at a time in the snow. I one day trekked in the nude lawfully and without troubling anyone, in a city (Toronto…CO shore and immediate setting off season in November).

74257738Being in the nude in the wilds is a life affirming outdoor activity which has few competitors in my modest view. It sharpens your senses as well as your knowledge of your natural environment and those creatures that share this little section of the universe with us. Additionally you shortly understand how incredibly skillful our bodies are, as delivered by our Creator, at adapting the challenges of our surroundings. Perspiration direction is a wind. Creatures of the woods come closer and take your existence more easily. Eventually I spoke up and apologized to Mr Moose for startling him, the exact same greeting that I normally use in my infrequent meetings with fabrics. With that he took one closing unconcerned look at me and ambled away, crashing through the underbrush.

Unforgettable!

Long distance hikers are taking, even supporting, of my taste. I pick my times and places, in order to avoid having to describe the various delights of hiking in the buff to anxious parents with kids in tow. Section of the ethos of the type of outdoor recreation is recognition and regard for the feelings of others less comfortable with the thought. I go out of my way to prevent “clothed confrontations”. Alas, life isn’t perfect and those occasional “sightings” by unsuspecting others, of my unadorned body have been enjoyable and favorable occasions. After seen, I don’t cover up(sends incorrect message) Freehiking can be a societal or a solo action.

Nudism supports imagination. Dan

-Dan
Randolph, Massachusetts
First Time

It was concealed. I got my clothes away and took a walk. It turned out to be a fantastic experience.

-Paul
Canton, Ohio
First-Time Nudist

My first societal-nudist encounter was at a clothing-optional hot tub in Quad Cities, Iowa. Before arriving I understood the bath would be Clothes Optional, but I presumed that meant that a number of the folks would choose the choice of being naked and some would choose the the alternative of wearing a bathing suit. I ‘d opt to do the latter, although I really had not a problem seeing my pals naked.

When I was brought to the bath, I saw that EACH ONE of the people who live in the bathtub was naked. I will attempt it once.”

I spent the next 17 years seeing every nudist resort and nude beach that I could wedge into my small holiday time.

Eventually, in 1999 I retired and I’ve resided for the previous ten years at a clothing-optional resort in AZ (SLR). The host of the hot tub celebration that began all this, moved here three years back from Iowa.

-Judy Mac
I was a teenage boy in the mid-60’s and I simply got out of the shower. She asked me why I was not dressed and I told her I was more comfortable not wearing clothing. She said that was okay with her if I needed to be a nudist.

Then I went in the back yard and sun bathed naked. I have been a nudist all these years but my wife does not comprehend it. I go nude in my home as frequently as possible, even when her friends visit.

-Curled
St. Louis, Missouri

I do remember all of us boys and dad showering nude in the dressing sheds at the beach

Geoff – written by Geoff of Australia
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I’m Geoff from Australia. I’m 47 now, but, like you, realised that I was a nudist when I was in my early teens.

I shared a bedroom with my 2 younger brothers, sleeping in the top bunk of a bunk bed. Our house was very small. I remember bathing with one of my brothers, Garry, right up to my early teens. My youngest brother, Ian, and sister Julie, who was younger still, also bathed together. At all other times, though, we wore clothes, though in the hot Aussie summers, it was often only shorts and undies. My sister always wore a shirt as well. None of my family were nudists, and my mum was from a strict Catholic background. I’ve never seen her nude.

I do remember all of us boys and dad showering nude in the dressing sheds at the beach, and how often there were men sunbaking nude in the open courtyard in the middle of the dressing pavillion. I didn’t think anything was wrong with that.

When I was 12, I was at high school and my class went to the beach for an excursion. It was an all boys school. I remember one of my classmates (his name was Geoff too!) taking off his swimmers and skinny-dipping in a rock pool. I wasn’t quite game enough to do that, but I did have a very strong desire to swim nude.

While I didn’t swim nude, I did sleep nude. I’d wear pyjamas to bed, then take them off. They always looked worn because I’d shove them down under the covers. I was never comfortable if I had to sleep in pyjamas.

I didn’t know anything about nudism, and wondered whether I was strange or something, but I started to go nude at home when everyone else was out. I nearly got caught nude by an elderly guy who used to visit us regularly. I had actually gone out the back door nude (it was early evening), and I had to dart back inside quickly, close the door, and act like no-one was home!

Another thing I did was to go to bed later than anyone else. It became my job to lock up the back door at night before going to bed. I used this as an opportunity to be nude, even in the middle of winter. I loved being nude under the stars! Occasionally, I’d walk or run around the block nude (I’d have been about 15-17 when I did this). It was a bit daring, going by the houses of all the neighbours who knew me so well, with not a stitch on! The last stretch of the run was down the main road and round the corner into our street, and once I remember the driver of a car coming up the main road honking at me! That was a real rush – someone had seen me! I’d never had the courage (unlike other young people whose stories are on this site) to tell my parents I wanted to go nude.

At the end of my final year of high school, I turned 18 and went on a trip for about 10 days with some of my school mates and one of our teachers. We camped in the grounds of the local Catholic primary school and there were a number of beaches nearby. One night, wearing only a pair of Speedo swimmers, I went out by myself to one of the beaches. I quickly took them off, and ran into the water nude. It was wonderful! I decided to stay nude after finishing my swim, and walked up from the beach to the nearby road. It was probably about 11pm, so I thought I’d go for a jog in the nude. I decided to put my swimmers down in a location I’d remember, so I could chicken out. It was such a buzz! Would you believe I accidentally jogged past the Police Station in the nude? Again, a couple of car drivers honked, but streakers were fairly common then!

I first went nude in front of others of my age at a nude beach when going to University, and that was usually a very positive experience. It was also great to see that there were girls who enjoyed being nude too!

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In 1994 I was a second-year student of an institute and worked in spare time in one firm as a financial director. By improbable confluence of circumstances we have concluded a contract with one of the Bulgarian firms on delivery in Ukraine of canned food of the Bulgarian production. The bargain was favourable enough both for us and for the seller, and as the additional premium we have received the permits on a resort in Albena.


Unknown charm of alluring foreign trip attracted so hardly, that having thrown all businesses, I, with the direct participation of my family, neighbours and friends, have wrapped up urgently the resort’s attributes and with a highly lifted head has departed to a path, feeling myself as Magellan and Rokfeller in one bottle.
Having passed burden of the path and pleasure from the meeting with the brothers – the slavs I shall proceed at once to my first familiarity with a nude beach. In sanatoriums I was acquainted with the charming girl from Germany – her name was Eva. Her’s and mine broken English became the reason for each of us to pride ourselves of the linguistic abilities has appeared, and on leisure we, from all forces helping ourselves by facial expression and gesticulation, order slow conversations about the degradation of the English language from great Schakespiere’s times. Then I was 19, Eva was younger of myself for one year, we have made friends fast enough and conducted all time together. Once, after an enough late visit on a local disco, I have told to her, that at school in outlet evening we went to meet sunrise with all the class. The night, the stars, the German envy simply could not keep me another output except to train for a new profession – the guide-expert in sunrises. Serching for the most romantic place for contemplation (under my fellow-traveller’s version), or being afraid to stay so that man’s instincts have not insulted the honour of Prussian beauty (my version), we were loitered for four whole hours on marine coast entertaining ourselvs by the nationalistic applications – such as:” Germany is bad, Ukraine is good”,” Ha-Ha-HA”. Mooving away on a decent enough distance from the latter on a coastal band of a sanatorium beach, we have noticed at last the first rays of the ascending sun. A show is actually unforgettable. The huge sun on the sky, shining sea and you, feeling yourself the host installed at the presence of charming foreigner.
Having taken pleasure in nature, we have fallen asleep directly on a beach. I woke up when the sun, which I commended so high, has accepted me by an impudent image for a meat semifinished item simply requiring for urgent preparation up to a condition of a crunching peel. Near to me I have found my friend’s things, which, having spat on international fidelity, proved by me the last nightl, imperturbably left me for bathing at best, for spice in worse. Not having agreed with such statement of a question, I was going in the urgent order to accept all measures for an evacuation of myself more close to water. However, having lifted my eyes, I was puzzled with much more interesting observation. Between me and the sea were some absolutely naked tanners, mainly of men, whose pleased expressions of faces did not keep a doupt that they did not become victims of night pirating and their nudity was planned initially. My first impression was, that these people specially have waited for a moment, when I fell asleep, so to play a trick on me in such a refined method. I pulled myself together, stopped to think about the probable note of the protest from Ukraine to the government of Bulgaria and decided completely to orient on district. As was clarified, round me there was a still set of the people tanning naked. A possibility to understand what happens, knitting it’s brow for the last time, has asked for a small leave at it’s own expense and purely at once has received it. The look of a crazy young man turning his head in all sides, but not moving from his place began to amuse my environment and smiles became shockingly broad, with addition of gestures – such as ” Give join “. The slavic bravery has allowed me to save indifferent – neglectful expression of my face, and slavic mutual aid has reminded me, that my friend is in terrible danger of deriving of a high-power aesthetic shock. I began with tenfold diligence looking for Eva, who was friscing in the sea, with a good intention to notify her about wild customs of the West. I found her at once, she was floating slowly in the direction of a coast, and she was smiling gaily (such a prickly character). I have caught myself on an idea, that all’re smiling this morning but me. Eva did not react at all to my notifying gestures and silent squeals and only began to come faster near to the coast. I have decided, that I didn’t want to remain an idiot on this beach, decided to replace tactics and, representing a response of lovely German, I have stopped useless movements and hardened with a mischievous expression on a face. How you think, who whom has made? When this german invader deigned to appear from water, she was also absolutely naked. I precisely remember my first phrase. I’ve said: “Ups” and then said nothing for a long time. Eva, having taken me under a hand, has assigned me to our lying place and has asked me in innocent, practically angelic voice:” Are you sunbathing in clothes?” Having lost monitoring above happening, I understood, that the circumstances are higher than I am, and without superfluous words undressed completely and, as was clarified, already for ever. In that moment, my operations were very similar on the prelude of urban fight, when we – the young children, clinged to healthy men. My aggression served a good service for me. In difference with many men, hitting on a naked beach for the first time, I did not walk on a beach in the rack of a serviceable hog -inseminator. I was under the impression of a morning shock.
After passing some time I began to realize, that happening begins to like to me. Impressions of naked bathing – are super, from tanning – once again super. The comprehension of some depravity of my act, reminded myself, what I am actually spoiled, that is to say – steep. Eva chattered something in german (miss has taken a great interest), I’ve at this time examined enclosing. The uncontrolled liberty of these people has forced me to be ashamed of all that I devised to myself in the morning. For the first time it became clear to me, that sex is not present here. By the way I am glad, that I had not to become it clear by an experimental way. Under the extremity of this day I even was photographed with the girlfriend by the local photographer, on memory of pleasantly conducted bottom.
So I have visited a naked beach for the first time. As was clarified later, Eva already had the experience in naked rest, whether at them in Germany it is accepted. She told me about huge world naked resorts, where thousands of people are naking all day long. It is cool, isn’t it?. It does not mention, that the last two days of our rest we conducted on this beach without quiting and my reliance that I put all correctly grew on eyes. Having returned in Kiev, first of all I began to search for places, where it is possible to have a naked rest without problems with enclosings. But it is already another story.

I wish I could say that I grew up in a naturist household, spending my summer holidays running round naked in the sun.

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I wish I could say that I grew up in a naturist household, spending my summer holidays running round naked in the sun. But I can’t. I grew up in the East Midlands in the UK in the 1970’s (I was born in 1968), with a perfectly normal childhood. I only ever saw my parents naked once or twice, and I don’t think they’ve seen me naked since I was about 10.

So, I grew up with all of the normal British reservations about showing my body in public.

I think that my first “exposure” to naturism came on holiday in the south of France with my parents when I was (I think) about 17 – my last holiday with them before I became a student and then left home. We stayed near Port Grimaud, and one day I decided to see what was on the other side of a large stony breakwater. Imagine my surprise when I saw a beach full of naked people! I’d love to say that I went and stripped off and joined them, but I didn’t. Remember, this was a time when I didn’t even want my parents to see me without a shirt on!

Anyway, when I was a student (living at home), I picked up a copy of Health and Efficiency from a shop that had it as one of its “top shelf” magazines (a phrase that will no doubt be familiar to British readers, but may be less so to those from overseas. Just remember that Playboy is a “top shelf” magazine!). It was interesting to discover a magazine full of nude photos of what I came to think of as “normal” people doing normal things – not models who seem to be auditioning for a gynaecological textbook. At this time, I also started to spend time around the house nude when everyone else was out, but this was more from the “illicit thrill” point of view. However, my opinion started to change, and I found that I really enjoyed being naked, and envied people who were able to go on naturist holidays. I did manage a couple of afternoons sunbathing nude in the back garden in a very rare time when my parents were on holiday and my brother was still away at college in another town.

And that was it for several years. In 1992 or 1993, my girlfriend and I went to stay with a friend who lived in Poole, on the south coast. On the Saturday we went to their local beach for a walk, and my friend warned us that there was a nudist section. It was Studland Bay, somewhere I had heard of in H&E (which I had long stopped buying, mainly because I had moved in with my girlfriend). So there I was, walking along Studland, surrounded by nudists, but I didn’t dare do anything. I mean, I used to work with my (female) friend (and did again a few years later) and couldn’t imagine telling her “hey, I’d love to strip off here”. For all I know, her and her husband might have been regulars, but that wasn’t going to happen!

My girlfriend and I went back to Studland on our last day as the weather was nice, and I somehow plucked up the courage to suggest to her that we went to the nudist beach because I fancied stripping off. She was pretty amazed, but agreed on the understanding that she didn’t have to. I really enjoyed it, much to her bemusement. I even swam naked in the sea, which was just superb (if a little cool).

Over the next few years, my girlfriend indulged me and we visited Studland once or twice a year and I also stripped off once or twice on a beach in France, but that was pretty much it.

For the last 3-4 years however, we have been on holiday in French cottages, and we’ve always managed to be remote enough for me (and occasionally my girlfriend) to strip off by the pool.

Over the last couple of years, I have been doing a series of photography courses (I’m a very keen amateur), and the last one, in 2003, was “social documentary”. I struggled for a long time to think of a subject, and from somewhere deep down I came up with the idea of doing something on naturism. I hunted round the internet and found a club in Marlborough (which is about 50 miles from Bristol where I now live) who surprisingly enough were agreeable for me to take some photos and invited me to come along and see them – even though I would be on my own as my girlfriend would not be joining me.

So, I somewhat nervously went to see them so they could meet me and I could see what the photographic possibilities were. They were most welcoming, and I spent a thoroughly pleasant evening swimming and playing badminton in the nude.

There were some delays in getting permission from the sports centre they use, and in the end they said “no”. By this time, I had been 2 or 3 times and was getting to enjoy it. So, even though my project was killed off before I had taken any pictures, the club asked me if I wanted to join, and I did. I now go along once a month or so, and love it. The main problem is that the club meets on Saturday evenings, and I feel guilty about leaving my girlfriend on her own at home when I go. I’d love for her to come as well, but she isn’t confident enough at present, although she hasn’t ruled out the possibility entirely.

More recently, I have been starting to think about making contact with one of the clubs not too far from Bristol – one that has its own land – so I could possibly have somewhere outdoors to visit regularly.

Tyler – Besides nudism I also enjoy playing pool, listening to all kinds of music …

Let me start of by giving you a little info about myself. I’m 26 years old and currently living in Aventura, Florida. I have been going nude sice I was 17 or so. Besides nudism I also enjoy playing pool, listening to all kinds of music (except country and gangsta rap), working with computers, and talking about cars. Now I’ll get into how I got started as a nudist.

I was 17 when I first became courious about how it felt like to be nude in my room. I don’t know exactly why but I thought I would be more comfortable if I took off my underwear, so I did. It felt weird at first, for a while I was self conscience of my body. Not because anything was wrong, just because I had never been nude in my room before I guess. I got over the awkwardness (self-conscienceness) and it felt nice.

When I was 18 a senior in high school I was on the cross country team. We ran about a mile or so from a nude beach (Blacks). People joked about running there, but no one actually did.

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One day on a run by myself I ran near there and decide to run to the nude beach. I made it there and saw the nude people. At this point I was courious as to what it was like to be nude on the beach, why these people did it. I ran to a sort of issolated part of the beach (only a few people around me and were not that close.) I took off my shoes, socks, and t shirt. I sat there for 10-20 min. I then was relaxed and comfortable enough to say to my self I want to get nude and see what it feels like.

So off came my shorts and underwear! I sat there nude for a min. or two then stood up. I’ll never forget that moment. What I felt I can only describe as the most awesome sense of freedom I have ever felt in my entire life! I felt so fee and alive! It was simply awesome to be nude outside in the fresh air and sun! It felt great… so comfortable I then ran into the ocean and swam. It felt so nice to swim without an suit I loved that experience and wanted to do it again.

After that I went back to blacks several more times. I also went to other nudist beaches; San Onfre, (45 min north of blacks), and More Mesa in Santa Barbra. San Onfre is nice, its more secluded than blacks with less gawkers. I went to college in Santa Barbra and I discoverd More Mesa. This is a wonderful beach! Verry private and secluded. I went to UCSB in Santa Barbra and saw signs for models wanted for art class. I signed up and posed nude for the art class. It was no big deal for me and it was fun. It was neat to see how each artist painted me in their own way. My mom noticed the check from the art school and asked me about it infront of the family. I told her the truth, they all just laughed and gave me a hard time about it but were not offended or mad or anything so it was cool.

Since that time, I have been to two nudist resorts in CA. I had a really nice time in both resorts. The people there were verry friendly and made me feel welcome there. It was verry relaxing and fun to spend the day nude swimming, eating, sunning, meeting new people etc. Most of the people were older (30’s-60;s) but I enjoyed myself anyway. Its cool though to see all the young people involved with nudism in this group.
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