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 had to get away for the weekend.
I thought about it and decided to attempt it and went that weekend. Adored 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’d gone and she desired to go with me. We went the next weekend and spent two days there. We were hooked and even though we could go to the opening Olympic ceremony free, we saw 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. 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 presented myself and admitted that this was my first (public) experience as a nudist. 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 nude has ever been quite 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 just feels “normal” to me.
I did my assignments online and also 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 young family nudism pics and I was prepared to get nude. 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 upset from my nerves. I starting thinking about turning around and heading home but only kept driving. I truly wanted to feel the sun on my naked body and go swimming naked, after all it was a wonderful day.
As I pulled up to the gate I thought I was really going to throw up and at that stage I really had to talk myself into going forward.
After checking in and heading to my truck I really couldn’t believe it. I was looking at nude people upward by the pool and I was going to be one of them! I stood by my truck appearing occupied for about 10 minutes without taking anything off and eventually I realized it was time to take ALL my clothing away and be free. I was becoming more confident with every step.
I needed to take a shower before getting into the pool and it turned out to be a QUICK one. I spent the remainder of the day in the pool floating about 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 naked and I am convinced 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 folks for a long time.
The reason that this excursion was such a huge deal for me was because I actually don’t have the “standard” body. I’m a big guy, need to slim down and had worried 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 realized 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 didn’t have the “perfect”body. I’m yet to see the “perfect” body but I ‘ve meet some of the greatest people I’ll ever meet in my entire 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 titled this “My Biggest Sorrow” 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, just go get nude.
Since I was a teenager I had always learned about nudist beaches and camps, but I never understood where to find them. In the mid ’90s I ‘d access to the Internet and chat rooms. I met a girl on the chat website who told me about visiting a nude beach. I asked about how I could locate one in my state. She told me about a site where I could visualize a guide book which describes the places of swimming holes and beaches.
After buying this I read about a beach at Martha’s Vineyard. Some time after I finally had a chance to get out there with my at the time girlfriend. Eventually I located the shore I was looking for after the ferry ride and bus ride on the other side of the isle. I recall how natural everyone looked and how I was enthusiastic to join in the fun. The blanket was barely on the earth 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 comfy also.
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 experience with some thoughts for those investigating nudism as a lifestyle option:
“Nudist” A Brand New Word
I grew up in Marin County north of San Francisco and am currently a professional working in San Francisco. When I was younger I could never have imagined I ‘d ever describe myself as a nudist. I recall 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 lady who was stopped on the Golden Gate Bridge driving nude on her way to a “nudist colony.” The entire thing shocked me to the point that I still recall where I was when he told me. I could not imagine why grown people would want to be bare, notably in a location called a nudist colony. It definitely was something I ‘d never be involved in.
First Time Naked Outside
He became more daring and even rode his bike up the drive bare. This was just boys testing and playing and we understood that we did not want to be found so there was an element of risk and fear of being discovered that overshadowed everything.
Personal Nudity, My Own Skin
Within a few years I found that easing my pajamas off after going to sleep and sleeping nude felt wonderful. It felt free and I loved the feeling of the bed sheets on my bare skin I soon began removing my clothes when my parents were outside so that I could walk round 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 importance remained my mystery. Soon, on some evenings, I managed to sneak out my bedroom window in the middle 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 would roam the grassy hillside in back of the house feeling the cool breezes on my skin. I particularly enjoyed rainy nighttime. The noise of the storm made me feel more secure about not being found going out the window and I loved the feeling of rain on my naked skin. I knew the terrain very well and one night I was particularly bold and did a huge loop walking with that location for over half a mile in a circle onto paved streets (but where dwellings were not built right on the street) on the different side of the hill and back to my clothes that I had left behind. I can not believe I did this or that, as a teen, I did not get found.
San Francisco, California