hangouts in general. Now, as a young kids, closer to infancy, I recall we consistently made like Tommy from the Rugrats and constantly stripped our clothes off. Our parents ran round the house trying to pick up the articles of clothing as we ran by them, tossing off something different. (Eventually they recorded all our clothing on with duct tape and then further fixed us to our high chair with said tape. Your parents didn’t tape you? Oh, well then I might’ve merely been one of the blessed ones. Oh I jest, calm down) As a
child, I had to go through my parents divorce, then the awkward conclusion of trying to figure out who to live with. In the beginning, I lived with my mom for a couple years. I still remember all the different roommates we had living with us gay, straight, male or female, people from all walks of life. For that I thank her because I grew up being socially well-rounded with numerous belief systems and lifestyles around me. One roommate, whom I still have as a good friend in my life, was a gentleman (whom well call George) who practiced nudism.
Well, not that you’ve got to “practice being nude” since we all are under our clothing anyway, but those who prefer that lifestyle do often lose those outer garments a lot! To his credit, instead of only being nude on a regular basis, he always made sure that it’d be okay with the rest of the roommates including my mom, my sister and I, before he seemed undressed, so that everybody in the house wouldnt be too bothered when he was “practicing his lifestyle.” Of course as a young girl, the sight of a naked guy running round the house can be something of a giggle, but because of how I ‘d been brought up, I wasnt worried by it. When I wanted to have non-nudist friends over, I’d make sure to tell him so beforehand and he would promptly go throw on a set of shorts with no criticism. So the system we had in the family worked just fine.
My mother was very openly excited about nudity also, in addition to all those other taboo topics that come up awkwardly when youre a teen when speaking with your parents. To her credit, instead of waiting until my sister and I reached our teenager years, she made sure that we knew about different things that go on in other peoples houses, behind closed doors, and even in our house not that being naked was a huge matter. ( I have no doubt if our President and his staff ran around naked, the countrys reaction would be one of absolute acceptance!)] Mom was a “not everywhere, not all the time” nudist, meaning she liked to hang out at home naked, run across the backyard naked, but not run around a nudist park. Social nudity outdoors with several hundred other people simply wasnt her thing.
It was, nevertheless, Georges thing, and he belonged to a neighborhood nudist resort and spent most weekends there. I remember asking him about the area and he always replied enthusiastically about it as being nice and an enjoyable place, but I wasnt quite ready yet. He made a standing invitation for my mother, my sister and I to go whenever we determined it was time, however he would not do so without my mothers written permission and with everyone’s entire understanding of what the behaviour rules were there. Finally, perhaps a year after, my mother and sister did go with him, and enjoyed the experience very much. But by then I had moved out as well as lived with my father and stepmom and was being raised in a rather sheltered, religious sort of manner. This entire nudist thing didnt seem sinful, but modesty was drilled into my head, so I was less amenable to the notion of being naked around others until several years after.
Afterward came the “Great Rebellion of Age Fourteen,” and one day while hanging out at my moms house I finally got the guts to ask George if I really could go with him to this nudist resort and see what all the fuss was about. We both made sure it was fine with my mother, and it was, so off we went to the nudist park! Being the shy, clumsy kid I was, I didn’t run around dropping my clothes right away. Instead, I believe the first couple of times I fastened myself in the pool and seldom left it, except perhaps to play a game of badminton. (Yes,I played badminton as a kid. You did not? Gosh you really missed out! Oh yes, so back to nude badminton…) It wasnt that I was uncomfortable in the place, because everyone was really pleasant and supportive. I guess I played badminton to avoid staring at people. It’s hard not to stare at fifty or so folks lounging about like lizards in the sun without a shred of clothes on. Specially when you are fourteen. Obviously, when you’re fourteen, you additionally thank the gods for your youth and tight skin. One thing I understand I can thank the nudists for were their parties.
It is uncanny how many parties they throw. I think they sit in front of a calendar saying ‘Ok, so Halloween is coming up at the end of the month, then there is Thanksgiving, but damnit! There must be something in between!” Then they recognize there is Election Day (which is not actually something to celebrate these days), Veteran’s Day, and Eid Al-Fitr (for all you fasting nudists out therethough they are difficult to locate). Those days are celebratory enough, so they throw a bash and have plenty of food and sit around drinking their cocktails, eating everything in sight (at least I did), and celebrating their nakedness, er I mean the holiday at hand.
On one such holiday, I can’t recall which, they’d one very talented member of the resort staff doing body painting on anyone who was interested. Now, in the event you have never had a paintbrush dragged across your butt, well let me tell you, it tickles! I made the decision to get up enough courage to get the gentleman paint a dragon from my shoulder to simply under my rear. It looked lovely, really! Everyone was telling me how amazing it seemed, on me and just in general. I think even a German television crew was there filming the festivities. Those Germans, they’ll put anything on television – even a bunch of ol’ naked people. But so I pranced around all day, showing off my backside to every adoring onlooker. Later, much of my body shyness dissipated after that day.
After that I made many return visits and then I began looking forward to it practically every weekend, as I ‘d made many friends there of all ages, and appreciated being able to just lounge about in the sun. I enjoyed it so much, after a few years I gently began telling some of my friends about it. To my surprise many were interested themselves, and eventually I brought to the resort a girl friend from high school. Later the same year I brought there my boyfriend at the time (even though he proved to be much more religiously repressed than I ever was.) And still after that summer, I brought an Internet buddy from Ohio while he seen to share his first day of social nudity with our club members. Over the next couple of http://nudism.name/nudism.html , I invited quite several buddies to join me in the resort, and all of them wound up having a terrific experience! As you are http://teenasses.net to view, this lifestyle is something which now I love sharing with people I know. As a young woman, I’ve finally moved out on my own, and I love running around my very own house nude whenever I get the opportunity (and at my moms house whenever I return to visit.) I am now proud to say I am a Nudist (with a capital “N”), and I ‘ve my mom and her roommate George to thank for it, those many years ago.
That all being said, I think I have some sunning to do. It is a quite lovely day and I Have a great balcony that’s calling to me.
