I was raised in a very humble house. Complete nudity was confined to the restroom and exclusively consisted of shower or bath time. I actually don’t remember ever seeing anyone else in the house nude. Perhaps that is why nudity fascinated me as a teen (beyond the standard curiosity about sex, etc.).
Somewhere around seventh grade, I began reading fantasy novels by Edgar Rice Burroughs and Conan books by Robert E. Howard. The covers of these paperbacks featured brilliant 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 combat, where I figured nudity was undoubtedly not advantageous.
The stories in the novels featured scenes of casual nudity fairly frequently, especially the Martian novels 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 system of transport to Mars consistently involved him waking up naked somewhere on the planet. My youthful head wondered what such a place would be like, where one could be free to be oneself and not be ashamed.
I ‘d only learned of “nudist colonies” as if they were a distant happening (the movie “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 learn 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 such a group was both frightening and exciting at exactly the same time. I ventured over to the art building and saw a sheet on a bulletin board advertisements for models. They were paying five dollars, which, at the time, was better than any other occupation I could get. I went to the Tuesday evening open figure drawing session and made an attempt to lure the female model there. My drawings were awful, but I wasn’t overly interested in drawing. I wanted to witness a session and see the way the model acted, was handled, etc. It took me awhile to collect the courage to sign up as a model myself, but I eventually 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 accepted somewhat reluctantly. Once I hung up the phone, I recognized that the class started in under an hour. I took a long walk around campus before entering the studio. There were only two girls who’d shown up to bring that night. It was election night, and I’m certain a lot of people stayed nudist family pics to see the returns.
I did not even have a robe, but the female model I had noticed had not had one either. I just stripped down beside the modeling platform. I got down to my knickers, took a heavy breath, and eased them off. There I was. Both ladies did not 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 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 couldn’t see the office, merely a hint 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 manager that we were neophytes, she exclaimed, “This is your first time and also you’re already naked!”
Yes, we were, and we definitely appreciated our say in the gardens.
OY VEY! My Jewish Mother
I was raised by a Jewish mom who instructed me that showing skin was the worst thing on earth. She also instilled in me that my body was definitely not beautiful or perfect. I heard it all the time. Cover up. I even had to wear shoes in the home when visitors came, because my toes were “weird looking” in her eyes.
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Check itI resisted at first, but then he finally talked me into it. He promised we would leave if I couldn’t handle it.
I climbed the rocks with trepidation. We got onto the shore, I threw my stuff on the sand, looked around and went WOW! It took me perhaps 20 seconds to take my clothes away. That entire summer was like the summertime which I fell in love with myself and my body for the very 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 erotic beach 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 prevent me. I went anyhow, and that was the day I rediscovered myself-the day I became really living and whole again. That was 1993. Now, I live in a nudist resort in Land O’ Lakes, Florida; and I am so blessed to be able to dwell here. As a single gal, I feel safe.
Land O’ Lakes, Florida
We Never Looked Back
We were curious, concerned and frightened, all at exactly the same time. We studied various options 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 regular vacation. We were shown round the grounds by Mary Clare and then went to our room to get unpacked.
After a few minutes, we ventured outside and my wife was confident she’d 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 that have become life long friends and can’t imagine life without nude diversion.
When you have thought of trying it, stop thinking and begin planning. You will not regret it.
This Altered My Life
One day when my parents were not home I was in my robe alone in the house. I would get two weeks home alone and it was summer so when they left I went outside and allow the robe drop to the earth. I recognized the cool summer wind and how it felt so great so I got into the hot tub. Amazing!
For the rest of that summer I did not put on clothing. My parents were frightened in the beginning but they recognized this was what made me joyful.