I was raised in a very modest home. Total nudity was confined to the bathroom and only consisted of shower or bath time. I don’t remember ever seeing anyone else in the house nude. Perhaps that is why nudity fascinated me as a teen (beyond the normal curiosity about sex, etc.).
Somewhere around seventh grade, I began reading fantasy novels by Edgar Rice Burroughs and Conan publications by Robert E. Howard. The covers of these paperbacks featured excellent paintings by Frank Frazetta or Boris Vallejo. Many of them included nudity by members of both sexes. The nudity was not of a sexual nature; the characters in the paintings were involved in other tasks. Lots of them involved fight, where I figured nudity was unquestionably not advantageous.
The stories in the books featured scenes of casual nudity quite often, particularly the Martian novels of Edgar Rice Burroughs. Both John Carter (from Earth) and the Martian characters believed nothing of running around in the altogether. Actually, the John Carter character’s approach of transport to Mars always required him waking up bare somewhere on the planet. My youthful head wondered what such a location would be like, where one could be free to be oneself and not be embarrassed.
I had only learned of “nudist colonies” as if they were a distant happening (the movie “A Shot in the Dark” being the most notable reference). In high school, I heard rumors that there was a nudist camp somewhere in our county, but in the days before the Web, a teenager like me had no clue where to go to find out more.
I eventually graduated high school and went off to college. While I was there, I met a young lady who was an art major. She mentioned in passing that she drew nude models in her figure drawing course. The thought of modeling for this type of group was both frightening and exciting at precisely the same time. I ventured over to the art building and saw a sheet on a bulletin board advertising for models. They were paying five dollars, which, at the time, was better than just about any other job I could get. I went to the Tuesday evening open figure drawing session and made an effort to draw the female model there. My drawings were terrible, but I was not overly interested in drawing. I needed to watch a session and see the way the model behaved, was treated, etc. It took me awhile to collect the courage to enroll as a model myself, but I finally did.
I got a call from the coordinator of that open session. His model had canceled for that night, and he needed someone to cover. I taken somewhat unwillingly. Once I hung up the phone, I realized the class started in less than an hour. I took a long walk around campus before going into the studio. There were just two women who had shown up to draw that night. It was election night, and I’m certain a lot of folks stayed home to see the returns.
I did not even have a robe, but the female model I had noticed had not had one either. I simply stripped down beside the modeling platform. I got down to my panties, took a heavy breath, and slipped them off. There I was. Both ladies didn’t run screaming that there clearly was a naked man in the room. I took my poses and got more comfortable as the evening went on.
Fort Worth, Texas
Surprised the Manager
My lovely wife and I were interested in trying out the nudist experience. While in Ohio, on holiday, we decided to see Paradise Gardens (outside Cincinnati). When we drove up the road, passed through the gates and found a parking place, we could not see the office, just a sign pointing to where it was. Getting out of the vehicle, we shucked our clothes, grabbed a towel and went searching for the office.
When we explained to the supervisor that we were neophytes, she exclaimed, “This is your first time and you also are already nude!”
Yes, we were, and we certainly enjoyed our say at the gardens.
OY VEY! My Jewish Mother
I was raised by a Jewish mom who instructed me that revealing skin was the worst thing on earth. She also instilled in me that my body was definitely url or perfect. I heard it on a regular basis. Cover up. I even had to wear shoes in the house when visitors came, because my toes were “odd looking” in her eyes.
At 25, my then boyfriend told me about a nude beach he was really going to every weekend. (Pirates Cove in Malibu). He wanted me to go with him. I believed he was nuts. I resisted at first, but then he eventually talked me into it. He promised we’d leave if I couldn’t manage it.
I scaled the rocks with trepidation. We got onto the seashore, I threw my stuff on the sand, looked around and went WOW! It took me perhaps 20 seconds to take my clothing away. That entire summer was like the summer that I fell in love with myself and my body for the first time ever.
At the conclusion of the summertime, we broke up; and I never went to another nude beach or resort until I was 42. I missed it. I felt like something was missing. No one would go with me. Eventually, at 42, some friends admitted to me that they were nudists; and that they belong to Glen Eden. My reaction was pure excitement.
I begged them to take me. We arranged it for the following weekend. I was so excited that I made myself sick. Nothing was going to stop me. I went anyhow, and that was the day I rediscovered myself-the day I became really alive and whole again. That was 1993. Now, I live in a nudist resort in Land O’ Lakes, Florida; and I’m so fortunate to be able to dwell here. As a single gal, http://videonudism.com/hot/naturism-video-clips.php feel safe.
Land O’ Lakes, Florida
We Never Looked Back
We were interested, concerned and frightened, all at the same time. We researched various options and selected “The Terra Cotta Inn” at Palm Springs for our first time trip. Once we walked in, it was clear this was not going to be our ordinary holiday. We were shown around the grounds by Mary Clare and then went to our room to get unpacked.
After a few minutes, we ventured out and my wife was convinced she’d leave the bottom half of her swim suit on. After less than 5 minutes, she saw that she was the only person with anything on and quickly took them off.
On that first trip, we met fantastic people that have become life long friends and can’t imagine life without nude recreation.
If you have thought of attempting it, stop thinking and start planning. You won’t regret it.
This Changed My Life
One day when my parents weren’t home I was in my robe alone in the house. I’d get two weeks home alone and it was summer so when they left I went outside and let the robe drop to the ground. I understood the cool summer wind and the way it felt so good so I got into the hot tub. Amazing!
For the rest of that summer I did not put on clothes. My parents were scared initially but they realized this was what made me joyful.