I was raised in an extremely humble home. Full nudity was confined to the bathroom and exclusively consisted of shower or bath time. I don’t recall ever seeing anyone else in the house nude. Perhaps that’s why nudity fascinated me as a teenager (beyond the standard curiosity about sex, etc.).
Someplace around seventh grade, I began read ing fantasy novels by Edgar Rice Burroughs and Conan publications by Robert E. Howard. The covers of these paperback books featured fabulous paintings by Frank Frazetta or Boris Vallejo. A lot of them involved 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 fairly often, notably the Martian books of Edgar Rice Burroughs. Both John Carter (from Earth) as well as the Martian characters believed nothing of running around in the altogether. Actually, the John Carter character’s approach of transportation to Mars consistently involved him waking up naked somewhere on earth. My young mind wondered what such a place would be like, where one could be free to be oneself and not be ashamed.
I ‘d just learned of “nudist colonies” as if they were a distant happening (the film “A Shot in the Dark” being the most famous 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 teen 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 naked models in her figure drawing course. The notion of modeling for this type of class was both terrifying and exciting at precisely the same time. I ventured around to the art building and saw a sheet on a bulletin board advertising for versions. They were paying five dollars, which, in the time, was better than every other occupation I really could get. I went to the Tuesday evening open figure drawing session and made an attempt to attract the female model there. My drawings were awful, but I was not too interested in drawing. I wanted to observe a session and see how the model acted, 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 wanted someone to cover. I taken somewhat unwillingly. Once I hung up the phone, I recognized that the course began in under an hour. I took a long walk around campus before going into the studio. There were just two women who had shown up to bring that night. It was election night, and I am sure a lot of people stayed home to see the returns.
I did not even have a robe, but the female model I had found hadn’t had one either. I just stripped down beside the modeling platform. I got down to my knickers, took a deep breath, and slipped them off. There I was. Both ladies did not run screaming that there clearly was a nude man in http://nudismpictures.net . I took my poses and got more comfortable as the evening went on.
Fort Worth, Texas
Surprised the Supervisor
My lovely wife and I were interested in trying out the nudist experience. While in Ohio, on vacation, we chose to visit Paradise Gardens (outside Cincinnati). When we drove up the road, passed through the gates and found a parking place, we couldn’t 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 also you’re already naked!”
Yes, we were, and we certainly appreciated our say in the gardens.
OY VEY! My Jewish Mother
I was raised by a Jewish mother who instructed me that showing skin was the worst thing on earth. She also instilled in me that my body was definitely not amazing or perfect. I heard it on a regular basis. Cover up. I even had to wear shoes in the home when visitors came, because my toes were “strange looking” in her eyes.
At 25, my then boyfriend told me about a nude beach he was going to every weekend. (Pirates Cove in Malibu). He desired me to go with him. I thought he was crazy. I resisted at first, but then he finally talked me into it. He assured we would leave if I could not handle it.
I scaled the stone with trepidation. We got onto the beach, I threw my stuff on the sand, looked around and went WOW! It took me maybe 20 seconds to take my clothing away. That entire summer was like the summertime that I fell in love with myself and my body for the first time ever.
At the conclusion of the summer, 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. Finally, at 42, some friends confessed to me that they were nudists; and that they belong to Glen Eden. My reaction was pure delight.
I begged them to take me. We arranged it for the subsequent 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 extremely alive and whole again. That was 1993. Today, I live in a nudist resort in Land O’ Lakes, Florida; and I am so fortunate to be able to dwell here. As a single gal, I feel safe.
Land O’ Lakes, Florida
We Never Looked Back
We were interested, nervous and scared, all at the same time. We studied various alternatives and chose “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 vacation. We were shown around the grounds by Mary Clare and then went to our room to get unpacked.
After a couple of minutes, we ventured out and my wife was certain she would leave the bottom half of her swim suit on. After less than 5 minutes, she saw that she was the only man with anything on and quickly took them off.
On that first trip, we met wonderful people who have become life long friends and can not envision life without nude recreation.
When you have thought of trying it, stop thinking and begin planning. You will not 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 earth. I realized the cool summer wind and how it felt so good so I got into the hot tub. Amazing!
For the rest of that summer I didn’t put on garments. My parents were frightened initially but they understood this was what made me joyful.