I was helping set up security for the 1996 Olympics in Atlanta. I was at the Hard Rock Cafe in Atlanta talking with a couple. Told them I needed to get away for the weekend.
I thought about it and chose to attempt it and went that weekend. Adored the encounter as well as the people I met. They made me feel so welcome and everything appeared so natural. We went the following weekend and spent two days there.
We went there another time before we had to leave Georgia. When we got up to the New England place 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 introduced myself and admitted this was my first (public) experience as a nudist. What a delightful and gracious introduction and welcome to the nudist community!
Sierra Vista, Arizona
My Biggest Rue
Being nude has always been quite natural to me, I can remember when I was maybe 4 or 5 merely wanting 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 around going to a nudist resort, oh boy, was I excited! The day I set out to go was beautiful 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 naked. YIPEEE! But as I got close my tummy was getting more distressed from my nerves. I starting thinking about turning around and heading home but just kept driving. I really wanted to feel the sun on my nude body and go swimming naked, after all it turned out to be a beautiful day.
As I pulled up to the gate I really thought I was really going to throw up and at that point I really had to talk myself into going forward.
After checking in and heading to my truck I could not believe it. I was looking at nude people upward by the pool and I was about to be one of them! I stood by my truck looking active for about 10 minutes without taking anything off and eventually I understood it was time to take ALL my clothing off and be free. I was becoming more confident with every step.
I needed to take a shower before getting into the pool and it absolutely was 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 confident it demonstrated that it was my first time but by the time I had left that day I felt like I had known some of the folks for a long time.
The reason this trip was such a big deal for me was because I don’t have the “standard” body. I’m a big man, 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 recognized that NOBODY cares! I waited for such a long time to visit a nudist resort because I did not have the “perfect”body. I’m yet to see the “perfect” body but I ‘ve meet some of the best people I’ll ever meet in my life. When you’re naked with other people it is as real as it gets and I’ve found that nudists are as nice as people come.
So this is the reason why I labeled 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 thought has ever crossed your mind, simply go get naked.
Since I was a teenager I had always learned 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 site where I could envision a guide book which describes the locations of swimming holes and seashores.
After purchasing 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. Finally I located the shore I was searching for after the ferry ride and bus ride on the other side of the island. I remember how natural everyone appeared and how I was excited to join in the fun. The blanket was barely on the earth when my clothes came off. http://nudiststube.com loved the liberating feeling of the wind on my body and being able to jump in the ocean naturally. My girlfriend finally got comfy also.
Since then I have been seeing nudist campgrounds and coming to the Vineyard as much as really possible. I’ve despised wearing bathing suits ever since.
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My Nudist History
The following is a history of my nudist experience with some thoughts for those investigating nudism as a lifestyle choice:
“Nudist” A Brand New Word
I was raised 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 would ever describe myself as a nudist. I recall the first time I heard the term nudist. The entire thing shocked me to the point that I still recall where I was when he told me. I couldn’t imagine why grown folks would need to be naked, particularly in http://thoun.com called a nudist colony. It definitely was something I ‘d never be involved in.
First Time Nude Outdoors
He became more daring and even rode his bike up the drive naked. This was just boys experimenting and playing and we knew that we didn’t wish to be found so there was an element of danger and fear of being discovered that overshadowed everything.
Personal Nudity, My Own Skin
Within a few years I discovered that easing my pajamas away after going to bed and sleeping nude felt amazing. Again this felt amazing but by importance stayed my secret. Shortly, on some evenings, I was able to sneak out my bedroom window at the center of the night and revel in the night atmosphere nude. We lived in a built-up neighborhood on a hill with open space supporting the house. At first I would roam the grassy hillside in back of the home feeling the cool breezes on my skin. I especially liked rainy nighttime. The sound of the storm made me feel more safe about not being found going out the window and I loved the feeling of rain on my naked skin. I understood the terrain very well and one night I was especially audacious and did a big loop walking from that location for over half a mile in a circle onto paved roads (but where dwellings weren’t built right on the street) on the other side of the hill and back to my clothing that I’d left behind. I can not believe I did this or that, as a teen, I didn’t get caught.
San Francisco, California