I was helping set up security for the 1996 Olympics in Atlanta. I was at the Hard Rock Cafe in Atlanta speaking with a couple. Told them I needed 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 encounter as well as the people I met. They made me feel so welcome and everything seemed so natural. When my daughter came down to work security with me I told here where I’d gone and she wanted to go with me. We went the following weekend and spent two days there. We were hooked 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 area we seen some local nudist resorts and felt at home. My lovely wife and I now live in a nudist resort in Florida, and my daughter visits every year to live the nudist lifestyle.
June 1st, 2009. I made my way to Mira Vista Resort in Tucson, signed in, took my clothes off and wandered about the Resort. I introduced myself and admitted 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 opening and welcome to the nudist community!
Sierra Vista, Arizona
My Biggest Rue
Being naked has always been really natural to me, I can recall when I was perhaps 4 or 5 only needing to be nude. Nothing has changed 40 years afterwards, it only feels “normal” to me.
I did my homework online and also read as much as I could about going to a nudist resort, oh boy, was I excited! The day I set out to go was lovely and I was prepared 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 nude. YIPEEE! But as I got close my tummy was becoming more upset from my nerves. I starting thinking about turning around and heading home but merely kept driving. I really needed to feel the sun on my nude body and go swimming naked, after all it was a lovely day.
As I pulled up to the gate I really thought I was going to throw up and at that point I really needed to talk myself into going forward. When the staff answered the buzzer and told me to arrive at the office to get checked in I just kept telling myself it was really going to be awesome even though I was so nervous.
After checking in and heading to my truck I really couldn’t believe it. I was looking at nude people up by the pool and I was about to be one of them!
I stood by my truck appearing active for about 10 minutes without taking anything away and finally I realized it was time to take ALL my clothes off and be free. As I wrapped my towel around my neck and made sure it 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 each measure.
I needed to take a shower before getting into the pool and it absolutely was a QUICK one. The showers are about 10 feet from the pool and I wager I made it in about 2 steps after I shut the shower off. I spent the remaining part of the day in the pool floating around and LOVING every second of it. It was not my first time being naked in a pool but it was my first time being with other people naked and I am certain it revealed that it was my first time but by the time I had left that day I felt like I ‘d understood some of the folks for a long time.
The reason that this trip was such a big deal for me was because I do not have the “normal” body. I am a huge guy, need to lose excess weight and had feared I might be laughed at or people would stare, but after going there now for more then 8 years (only a couple times a year) I understood that NOBODY cares! Its not that they don’t care about me, its just that nobody cares what your body looks like. I waited for so long to go to a nudist resort because I didn’t have the “perfect”body. I’m yet to see the “perfect” body but I ‘ve meet a number of the best people I will ever meet in my life. When you’re naked with other people it’s as real as it gets and I have found that nudists are as fine as people come.
So this is why I labeled this “My Biggest Rue” because I repent that I waited so long to get out and be nude with other like-minded people. If the idea has ever crossed your mind, simply go get naked. You wont regret it.
Since I was a teen I ‘d always heard about nudist beaches and camps, but I never understood 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 site who told me about visiting a nude beach. I asked about how I could locate one in my state. She told me about a website where I could envision a guide book which describes the locations of swimming holes and shores.
After buying this I read about a beach at Martha’s Vineyard. Some time later I finally had a chance to get out there with my at the time girlfriend. Eventually I located the beach I was searching for after the ferry ride and bus ride across the isle. I recall how natural everyone seemed and how I was ready to join in the fun. The blanket was just on the ground when my clothes came off. I appreciated the liberating feeling of the wind on my body and being able to jump in the ocean naturally. My girlfriend eventually got cozy 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.
My Nudist History
The following is a history of my nudist encounter with some ideas for those investigating nudism as a lifestyle option:
“Nudist” A Brand New 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 would ever describe myself as a nudist. I remember the very first time that I heard the term nudist. I was under 10 years old and my buddy Randy told me, accurate or not, about a woman who was stopped on the Golden Gate Bridge driving nude on her way to a “nudist colony.” The whole thing shocked me to the point that I still remember where I was when he told me. I couldn’t imagine why grown people would need to be naked, especially in a location called a nudist colony. It definitely was something I ‘d never be involved in.
First Time Naked Outdoors
I recall, some years after, about age 12, sleeping over at Randy’s house in his backyard in sleeping bags and on a mutual dare we each walked, one at a time, naked up his long moonlit drive. He became more daring and even rode his bike up the drive bare. This was merely boys testing and playing and we understood that we didn’t want to be caught 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 bed and sleeping nude felt amazing. It felt free and I loved the feeling of the bed sheets on my bare skin I soon began removing my clothing 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 wonderful but by necessity stayed my secret. Shortly, on some evenings, I managed to sneak out my bedroom window at the center of the night and enjoy the nighttime air 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 back of the house feeling the cool breezes on my skin. I particularly liked wet nights. The noise of the storm made me feel more secure about not being found going out the window and http://nudismhot.com adored the feeling of rain on my naked skin. Later 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 naked in a larger area. I knew the terrain very well and one night I was particularly avant-garde and did a big loop walking with that spot for over half a mile in a circle onto paved streets (but where homes were not built right on the street) on the other side of the hill and back to my clothing that I had left behind. I can not believe I did this or that, as a teen, I didn’t get found.
San Francisco, California