Introduction to Nudism

I was helping set up security for the 1996 Olympics in Atlanta. I was at the Hard Rock Cafe in Atlanta discussing with a couple. Told them I had to get away for the weekend. They gave me a number and name to call of a fine resort close by that had a pool, hot tub and very friendly people. As they left they told me it was a nudist resort.

I thought about it and decided to attempt it and went that weekend. Loved the experience and the people I met. They made me feel so welcome and everything looked so natural. When my daughter came down to work security with me I told here where I had gone and she desired to go with me. We went the next weekend and spent two days there. We were solicited and even though we could go to the opening Olympic service free, we watched it on a TV in the motor home of a family who were teachers from California while relaxing at Hidden Valley nudist resort in Georgia.

We went there another time before we had to leave Georgia. When we got up to the New England region we visited some local nudist resorts and felt at home. My wife and I now live in a nudist resort in Florida, and my daughter sees every year to live the nudist lifestyle.

-Don W.
Hudson, Florida
First Time

June 1st, 2009. I made my way to Mira Vista Resort in Tucson, signed in, took my clothes off and roamed about the Resort. I presented myself and confessed that this was my first (public) experience as a nudist. Nancy said “Show me your tush!” I turned around and was pronounced a “cotton tail.” What a delightful and gracious introduction and welcome to the nudist community!

Sierra Vista, Arizona
My Biggest Rue

Being naked has always been very natural to me, I can recall when I was perhaps 4 or 5 only needing to be naked. Nothing has changed 40 years later, it simply feels “normal” to me.

I did my homework online and 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 amazing and I was ready to get naked. It was about a 2 hour drive and of course all I was thinking about was getting there and jumping in the pool naked. YIPEEE! But as I got close my stomach was getting more distressed from my nerves. I starting thinking about turning around and heading home but just kept driving. I truly wanted to feel the sun on my nude body and go swimming naked, after all it was a delightful day.

As I pulled up to the gate I thought I was going to throw up and at that point I really had to talk myself into going forward. When the staff replied the buzzer and told me to come to the office to get checked in I just kept telling myself it was going to be awesome even though I was so nervous.

After checking in and heading to my truck I couldn’t 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 busy for about 10 minutes without taking anything off and finally I understood it was time to take ALL my clothing off and be free. As I wrapped my towel around my neck and made sure covered me somewhat I shut the door of my truck and headed to the pool one slow step at a time. I was getting more confident with every step.

I had to take a shower before getting into the pool and it was a QUICK one. The showers are about 10 feet from the pool and I bet I made it in about 2 steps after I shut the shower off. I spent the remainder of the day in the pool floating around and LOVING every second of it. It was not my first time being nude in a pool but it was my first time being with other people nude and I ‘m certain it demonstrated that it was my first time but by the time I had left that day I felt like I had understood some of the people for a long time.

The reason this excursion was such a huge deal for me was because I actually don’t have the “normal” body. I’m a large man, need to slim down and had worried I might be laughed at or folks would stare, but after going there now for more then 8 years (only a couple times a year) I recognized that NOBODY cares! Its not that they do not care about me, its just that nobody cares what your body looks like. I waited for such a long time to really go to a nudist resort because I did not have the “perfect”body. I’m yet to see the “perfect” body but I have meet some of the best people I’ll ever meet in my life. When you’re naked with other people it’s as real as it gets and I’ve found that nudists are as fine as individuals come.

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

Beach Day

from the time that I was a teen I had always learned about nudist beaches and camps, but I never knew where to find them. This was before the Internet age. In the mid ’90s I had access to the Internet and chat rooms. I met a woman on the chat website who told me about seeing a nude beach. I asked about how I could locate one in my state. She told me about a website where I could visualize a guide book which describes the locations of swimming holes and beaches.

After buying this I read about a beach at Martha’s Vineyard. Some time later I finally had an opportunity to get out there with my at the time girlfriend. Eventually I located the seashore I was looking for after the ferry ride and bus ride on the other side of the island. I recall how natural everyone appeared and how I was enthusiastic to join in the fun. The blanket was just on the earth when my clothes came off. I enjoyed the liberating feeling of the wind on my body and having the ability to jump in the ocean naturally. My girlfriend finally got comfortable also.

I felt like I was on a level playing field with everyone else. 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 experience with some thoughts for those investigating nudism as a lifestyle option:

“Nudist” A Fresh Word

I grew up 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. I was under ten years old and my friend Randy told me, authentic or not, about a woman who was stopped on the Golden Gate Bridge driving nude on her way to a “nudist colony.” The entire thing shocked me to the stage that I still remember where I was when he told me. I could not imagine why grown folks would desire to be nude, notably in a location called a nudist colony. It definitely was something I ‘d never be involved in.

First Time Nude Outdoors

I remember, some years afterwards, about age 12, sleeping over at Randy’s house in his backyard in sleeping bags and on a shared dare we each walked, one at a time, nude up his long moonlit drive. He became more daring and even rode his bike up the driveway nude. This was merely boys experimenting and playing and we understood that we didn’t want to be found so there was an element of risk and anxiety of being discovered that overshadowed everything.

Private Nudity, My Own Skin

Within a couple of years I discovered that easing my pajamas away after going to sleep and sleeping nude felt amazing.

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It felt free and I loved the feeling of the bed sheets on my bare skin I soon started removing my clothes when my parents were outside so that I could walk across the house nude, dashing to put my clothes back on when I heard the garage door go up on their return. Again this felt fantastic but by necessity stayed my mystery. Soon, on some evenings, I was able to sneak out my bedroom window in the centre of the night and revel in the nighttime atmosphere nude. We lived in a built-up neighborhood on a hill with open space behind the home. At first I ‘d roam the grassy hillside in of the home feeling the cool breezes on my skin. I particularly enjoyed wet nights. The sound of the storm made me feel more safe about not being caught going out the window and I adored the feeling of rain on my naked skin. After I ‘d walk through the neighborhood, clothed, up to a dead end street having a more open hillside where I could throw off my clothes and walk nude in a larger region. I understood the terrain very well and one night I was especially audacious and did a big loop walking from that location for over half a mile in a circle onto paved roads (but where homes were not built right on the road) on the other side of the hill and back to my clothing that I had left behind. I can’t believe I did this or that, as a teenager, I didn’t get caught.

San Francisco, California

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