I wasn’t raised in a nudist family but I would go skinny dipping as a youngster growing up on a farm. as soon as I returned from the Gulf War I decided life was too short not to attempt something I was always interested in. So when I heard about a nude beach near where I was stationed I went. I had an excellent time; it was quite a liberating experience.
I continued going and made friends. Over time I joined a club and then started going to bare resorts. I found the folks there were so open and fair and non-judgmental. I found that there were so many others just like me there and no one was there to have a look at others, only for the pure pleasure and enjoyment of relaxing without clothing. I understand that may seem hard to trust but that’s the truth. We made great friends and my family became members to that club and even now we maintain our membership at a closeby club.
I just wish the people could see that we’re ordinary, regular people who only happen to enjoy relaxing without clothing on our time off. My grown daughter has plenty of self confidence about herself and element of the reason is that she knows what real women look like and does not feel insecure about herself. That’s a direct consequence of her being raised in a nudist family. I think that if more people tried it they would see what I am referring to.
-Alan
Washington
Hiking In The Nude
Having experienced public nudity on occasion in the past, I am no stranger to that feeling of once experienced, never going back. Nevertheless, I began seeing stories about trekking naked outside west and in the Alps, first in Wikipedia, then elsewhere, seven years back.
What a easy, sensible idea that could not possibly fly on the east shore, or so I believed. I had to attempt it (bucket list if you will). Like skinny dipping in the wind instead of in the water. So I headed to Vermont where I could find suitably distant terrain and legality. Well all I can say is that the encounter was transforming, like that of finding the liberty relaxation and peace of nudity for the first time, all over again.
Since that fateful minute, I have hiked, backpacked, and camped hundreds of miles on the remote trails of the northeast, in all sorts of weather. I’ve gone for as long as a week without putting on clothing in the outback during the summertime. I’ve hiked bare for hours at a time in the snow. I one day trekked in the nude officially and without troubling anyone, in a city (Toronto…CO beach and immediate environment off season in November).
Being in the nude in the wilds is a life affirming outdoor activity that has few competitors in my humble opinion. It sharpens your senses as well as your comprehension of your natural surroundings and those creatures that share this little section of the universe with us. Also you shortly realize how fantastically adept our bodies are, as delivered by our Creator, at accommodating the challenges of our surroundings. Sweat management is a breeze. Animals of the woods come closer and accept your presence more readily. I once had a moose cross my course, and pause, not more than three arms lengths in front of me. We stared at each other for the better part of three minutes, both evenly accepting each others’ right to be there. Finally I spoke up and apologized to Mr Moose for startling him, exactly the same greeting that I normally use in my infrequent meetings with textiles. With that he took one closing unconcerned look at me and ambled away, crashing through the underbrush.
Unforgettable!
Long distance hikers are taking, even supporting, of my taste. I choose my times and places, in order to avoid having to describe the numerous delights of hiking in the buff to anxious parents with kids in tow. Section of the ethic of this form of outdoor recreation is recognition and respect for the feelings of others less comfortable with the idea. I go out of my way to prevent “clothed confrontations”. Alas, life isn’t perfect and those occasional “sightings” by unsuspecting others, of my unadorned body have been agreeable and favorable events. After seen, I never cover up(sends wrong message) Freehiking can be a social or a solo activity. It suits my lifestyle and work schedule as it can be tucked into my days off, spontaneously as time permits, most any time of the year.
Nudism supports imagination. Freehiking is worth adding to your bucket list. – Dan
-Dan
Randolph, Massachusetts
First Time
I was in the park in a wooded area. http://nudist-picture-club.com was concealed. I took my clothes off and took a walk. beach pussy was a fantastic experience. I kept doing it.
-Paul
Canton, Ohio
First-Time Nudist
My first social-nudist encounter was at a clothing-optional hot tub in Quad Cities, Iowa. Before arriving I understood that the bath would be Clothing Optional, but I presumed that meant that a few of the people would take the option of being nude and some would choose the choice of wearing a bathing suit. I would choose to do the latter, although I really had no problem seeing my buddies nude.
When I was brought to the tub, I saw that EACH ONE of the people who live in the bathtub was bare. WHAT TO DO??? I thought “What the heck. I will try it once.” Within 30 seconds I was hooked for life.
I spent the next 17 years seeing every nudist resort and nude beach that I could wedge into my limited vacation time.
Finally, in 1999 I retired and I’ve resided for the past ten years at a clothing-optional resort in AZ (SLR). The host of the hot tub party that began all this, moved here three years back from Iowa.
-Judy Mac
New River, Arizona
My First Time
I was a teenaged boy in the mid-60’s and I simply got out of the shower. My mom was watching TV in the den and I wondered what her reaction would be if I went around naked. So I went in the room where she was and sat down right across from her. She asked me why I was not dressed and I told her I was more comfortable not wearing clothes. She said that was alright with her if I needed to be a nudist.
I then went in the back yard and sun bathed bare. I’ve been a nudist all these years but my wife does not comprehend it. I go naked in my house as often as possible, even when her friends visit.
-Curly
St. Louis, Missouri