More than 30 years ago after working a long overnight shift I decided to drive to the ocean about 30 min. away to rest and recharge. As I walked down the beach, I saw groups of naked people enjoying the sun and water on a beautiful summer morning. I said why not. These many years later I prefer to be nude (especially outdoors) whenever and wherever possible. Although I have gained and lost relationships over the years, I would not change a thing as I am thankful for this beautiful and rewarding part of my life and others I have introduced.
For me, becoming a nudist was a cumulative thing based on numerous impressions and experiences. I couldn't honestly say there was a single "aha moment." One key thing was seeing photos of hippies enjoying social nudity at Woodstock and in other settings during the late 1960's. That informed that it was possible to be naked among others without any sexual vibe... and it looked like fun!
As a sixth grader on a family vacation to St. Maarten, I was building a sand castle when a nude woman walked past me down the beach. We had a villa with a small pool and my parents off handedly mentioned we could go nude if we desired but I was too shy. My parents started laying nude on a private balcony off their bedroom in the years that followed. I was still too shy to let them know that I’d become a nudist (having researched it on my own after our trip) but whenever I had the chance to access their balcony while I was home alone I made sure to take an air bath for as long as I could.
At age ~10 I read Burroughs Mars/Barsoom books where clothing was not used. It didn't harm anyone. And I developed my own version of morality "don't harm others" which includes that it is wrong to punish/harm others for harmless behavior. Nudity in & of itself does not harm others & suppressing it harms others by preventing free inquiery & more by punishment for it.
The most memorable moment in my life that made me fall in love with naturism and start practicing it was in August 2007. My wife and I were vacationing in Croatia, and I had the opportunity to attend a naturist event at the Koversada complex, where I was able to experience the atmosphere of freedom and excitement.
My first moment was when my mother removed my diaper and cleaned me up. Before she returned with a fresh one, I was gone. Out in the neighborhood visiting with the neighbor lady. She was my “girlfriend!” She called my mother to let her know about her naked visitor and let her know I was alright and welcome to stay. I’ve never seen or had any problems with nudity since. That happened more than 70 years ago!
In the past (going way back to the last century) my wife and I were comfortable with nudity at home. We did go to a local nude beach, but she was terrified of us running into someone we know or worked with. I said that it wouldn't matter, as they would be nude as well. Lost that argument. She passed away last year, and after a while, I decided there was no point in delaying my decision. I did some research and selected a local landed resort here in NJ. They invited me to attend their winter pool party at a rented gym/health spa, and I agreed. I arrived, was shown to the locker room where I nervously disrobed, and walked out to mingle. It was amazing. Everyone was friendly and welcoming, and many introduced themselves as they didn't recognize me. That night convinced me to take a tour of the resort. I arrived, called the office, and the gate opened to let me drive in. A nude gentleman with a clipboard told me where to park, and said to come back to the gatehouse to sign in. He said if I were comfortable doing so, I could disrobe in the parking lot and leave my clothes in my truck. I figured no time like the present, so I disrobed, slung my towel around my neck, and walked over to the gatehouse and signed in. He showed me around and introduced me to other staff members and patrons. I never felt so comfortable or so free from anxiety. When I went home, I called the resort and arranged to become a full member. I paid the fee for the year, and I'm not only a confirmed nudist, but as a member, I'm also part owner (a very small part) of the resort. I wish I had done this long ago.
I was playing basketball when I was about 17. We were playing in high school around town and one time when we went to the shower after the game, one of the player open the door that led to the swimming pool that was left unlocked. There was nobody and the lights were dimmed. So he said let’s go for a dive, so we all went in. I’m 72 now and I will always remember the feeling of diving naked in that pool.
As long as I can remember and I can remember back before I went to school I would say about 5 years old .I lived at my grandmother's house and i I use to run around playing in the nude in the winter and then in the summer I ran around nude in the back yard. I also remember when a friend of hers came for a visit and they were sitting on the back porch and this time I had something on and her friend said "hey this little guy a good boy" and grandma said "oh yeah he's a good kid. The only problem I have is trying to keep clothes on him ." Well it was really like that my whole life. I take my clothes off every chance I get. I only feel free and great is when I'm nude. After all that's the way God made me.
ever since college I had an interest in nudity, but admittedly it was ore the voyeur aspect and not actually social nudity. I joined the gay men's nudist (at that time, the Polar Bares) group for a year, but scheduling conflicts kept me from attending most things so my membership lapse.
Then I discovered the Radical Faeries and learned the actual joy of being naked outside in the North Woods , but I still remained a textile-default for years.
And boom, COVID reared its ugly head. I had also had a stroke at this point, and COVID means that I no longer had the Personal Care Assistant that I had come to rely on so much. So I looked at things and searched for different ways to do things. And I realized that I could massively cut my laundry by simply being naked all the time. I only wore socks.
Soon, I found it freeing and comfortable. And when the state allowed PCAs to return, I felt the loss of the NakedTime (as I called it) I had so come to adore. I returned to the Naked MN. My time with them is limited as some venues have too many stairs. But I regularly have NakedTime events, usually meals and a classic movie. I was a nude-default.
For me I have being doing this for a long time. It is not unusual for me to go nude after hours as a matter of fact I never really thought about it just did it and I really enjoy it.
I was very shy and modest as a child. That changed as a college student when I visited a clothing optional beach Hippie Hollow in Austin, Texas and stripped naked in public for the first time in my life. I was proud that I had the courage to do it and realized that nobody singled me out for ridicule and judgement . It was empowering and did wonders for my self esteem. It was literally a life changing moment.
It was 1981. Munich, Germany. I was 13 and staying with my pen pal's family. They were naturists, but I didn't know it. One Sunday, we went to a nudist beach. I wanted to be like the others and took off my bathing suit. I quickly jumped into the water, which was fortunately cold...
I've never forgotten that feeling of well-being and freedom. I did it again as soon as I became an adult.
I had posted this on naturist hub a long while back. When I had checked back at one point, the entire group thread was gone. I presume they had some data lssue. but seems relevent:
Where to start… 1st I was born. I know I could skip that but technically I was naked, or so I have been told. I know there some home videos of naked me at 3-4 years old at my parent’s cabin on the Illinois river. Though my parent were German who tend to have a penchant for nudism (I was 1st born US), it was not part of some nudist cabal. It was, I suspect, the easiest way to hose off dirty children. Growing up, nudity was one of those things not really discussed, either for or against. You just followed society’s norms.
When I was 6, we moved to the country. The Ozarks in Missouri, Table Rock Lake to be slightly more specific. At some point, my parents along with some friends bought some land and I found myself with 200-300 acres to roam (not all ours). So when I was in the 10-14 yoa, me and my dog took to the Nature side of naturist. I did a lot of exploring, birdwatching, some hunting, building dams in the creek and such. I do recall there were a few times, not often, that I would ditch the clothes on my explorations. I did start sleeping naked at that point and ever since. The thing probably remember most though was swimming naked. The sensation of it sticks with you. If you ever want to introduce someone to nudism, skinny dipping is the place to start. I believe it is near universal that once you experience it you never want to go back to swimsuit. Water caressing your skin is just lovely, no matter who you are.
I was in the Navy from 85-91. Though stationed in few places like Great Lakes, Memphis, Orlando, Idaho, I spent the bulk of my time on the West Coast (California, Washington) and Hawaii. There may been a few naked hot-tubs, or ocean skinny dipping with my surfer buddies, there was nothing that sparked my interest in nudism at the time.
When I got out, my 1st job was at a nuclear power plant they were building in Glen Rose Texas. An engineer I had befriended invited me to a Naturist club he and his wife belonged to, BlueBonnet Nudist Park. I was young (25), working a lot of hours and was always looking for some new adventures in my spare time. This seemed to fit the bill so off we went. It was a glorious day. Tennis, swimming, napping, a really nice spread for their weekly potluck, all sans clothing. In the evening was their dance. I didn’t dance with anyone, maybe because it was a bit more country than my tastes or mostly because I was shy about asking, clothes or no clothes. I spent most of my evening playing trivial pursuit with a group of middle-aged women, drinking. They were a hoot. I had such a good time it really changed me. It was there I added to my criteria in finding a mate. Not necessarily looking for a nudist, that would be crazy, but some girl at least comfortable with her body. It did not take long to figure out how much that shrunk the pool of candidates immensely. When you name something, you suddenly become acutely aware of how many women have insecurities about their bodies. You do not need to look far to see why, as you can see from watching TV, rampant misogyny and just all-around society the pressures of how women should look. That does not even include their own personal experiences from friends and family. It made me conscious of my own words, though I don’t think I was one to say negative things. I don’t recall my father ever saying anything disparaging about women, and I would like to think I am at least some what a gentleman, like my father. I do have respect to all those that overcome it and can enjoy the freedom of nudity, and that includes male/female/trans or whatever. I think there is more body positivity awareness then there used to be, but I think there is a very long way to go.
Anyway,, that concludes part 1. Someday I will do a part 2 for the second half of my so called life.
It's all the fault of the Naked Yoga School in NYC. I had been doing my usual AM Yoga practice at home for a few years in my gym attire. One day, I saw a clip for the above school. When I checked into it, my response was YAH!!! I got a lifetime membership at a great introductory price and now each morning I, along with the TV instructors, take my clothes off. Admittedly, I am much more comfortable (I never realized the difference). As one instructor said: It goes back several millennia to when the first yoga/yogis did their practice naked. What could be more natural she said. Besides, clothes just get in the way.
It's been a cascading effect ever since; starting with camps and beaches(I live in Florida) to books and movies (especially the one with Julie in the title) to AANR and Planet Nude-THANKS!
More than 30 years ago after working a long overnight shift I decided to drive to the ocean about 30 min. away to rest and recharge. As I walked down the beach, I saw groups of naked people enjoying the sun and water on a beautiful summer morning. I said why not. These many years later I prefer to be nude (especially outdoors) whenever and wherever possible. Although I have gained and lost relationships over the years, I would not change a thing as I am thankful for this beautiful and rewarding part of my life and others I have introduced.
For me, becoming a nudist was a cumulative thing based on numerous impressions and experiences. I couldn't honestly say there was a single "aha moment." One key thing was seeing photos of hippies enjoying social nudity at Woodstock and in other settings during the late 1960's. That informed that it was possible to be naked among others without any sexual vibe... and it looked like fun!
As a sixth grader on a family vacation to St. Maarten, I was building a sand castle when a nude woman walked past me down the beach. We had a villa with a small pool and my parents off handedly mentioned we could go nude if we desired but I was too shy. My parents started laying nude on a private balcony off their bedroom in the years that followed. I was still too shy to let them know that I’d become a nudist (having researched it on my own after our trip) but whenever I had the chance to access their balcony while I was home alone I made sure to take an air bath for as long as I could.
At age ~10 I read Burroughs Mars/Barsoom books where clothing was not used. It didn't harm anyone. And I developed my own version of morality "don't harm others" which includes that it is wrong to punish/harm others for harmless behavior. Nudity in & of itself does not harm others & suppressing it harms others by preventing free inquiery & more by punishment for it.
The most memorable moment in my life that made me fall in love with naturism and start practicing it was in August 2007. My wife and I were vacationing in Croatia, and I had the opportunity to attend a naturist event at the Koversada complex, where I was able to experience the atmosphere of freedom and excitement.
My first moment was when my mother removed my diaper and cleaned me up. Before she returned with a fresh one, I was gone. Out in the neighborhood visiting with the neighbor lady. She was my “girlfriend!” She called my mother to let her know about her naked visitor and let her know I was alright and welcome to stay. I’ve never seen or had any problems with nudity since. That happened more than 70 years ago!
In the past (going way back to the last century) my wife and I were comfortable with nudity at home. We did go to a local nude beach, but she was terrified of us running into someone we know or worked with. I said that it wouldn't matter, as they would be nude as well. Lost that argument. She passed away last year, and after a while, I decided there was no point in delaying my decision. I did some research and selected a local landed resort here in NJ. They invited me to attend their winter pool party at a rented gym/health spa, and I agreed. I arrived, was shown to the locker room where I nervously disrobed, and walked out to mingle. It was amazing. Everyone was friendly and welcoming, and many introduced themselves as they didn't recognize me. That night convinced me to take a tour of the resort. I arrived, called the office, and the gate opened to let me drive in. A nude gentleman with a clipboard told me where to park, and said to come back to the gatehouse to sign in. He said if I were comfortable doing so, I could disrobe in the parking lot and leave my clothes in my truck. I figured no time like the present, so I disrobed, slung my towel around my neck, and walked over to the gatehouse and signed in. He showed me around and introduced me to other staff members and patrons. I never felt so comfortable or so free from anxiety. When I went home, I called the resort and arranged to become a full member. I paid the fee for the year, and I'm not only a confirmed nudist, but as a member, I'm also part owner (a very small part) of the resort. I wish I had done this long ago.
I was playing basketball when I was about 17. We were playing in high school around town and one time when we went to the shower after the game, one of the player open the door that led to the swimming pool that was left unlocked. There was nobody and the lights were dimmed. So he said let’s go for a dive, so we all went in. I’m 72 now and I will always remember the feeling of diving naked in that pool.
As long as I can remember and I can remember back before I went to school I would say about 5 years old .I lived at my grandmother's house and i I use to run around playing in the nude in the winter and then in the summer I ran around nude in the back yard. I also remember when a friend of hers came for a visit and they were sitting on the back porch and this time I had something on and her friend said "hey this little guy a good boy" and grandma said "oh yeah he's a good kid. The only problem I have is trying to keep clothes on him ." Well it was really like that my whole life. I take my clothes off every chance I get. I only feel free and great is when I'm nude. After all that's the way God made me.
I got into being a nudist through my ex-girlfriend 7 years ago now. It's not the most exciting story but it's how I got started.
ever since college I had an interest in nudity, but admittedly it was ore the voyeur aspect and not actually social nudity. I joined the gay men's nudist (at that time, the Polar Bares) group for a year, but scheduling conflicts kept me from attending most things so my membership lapse.
Then I discovered the Radical Faeries and learned the actual joy of being naked outside in the North Woods , but I still remained a textile-default for years.
And boom, COVID reared its ugly head. I had also had a stroke at this point, and COVID means that I no longer had the Personal Care Assistant that I had come to rely on so much. So I looked at things and searched for different ways to do things. And I realized that I could massively cut my laundry by simply being naked all the time. I only wore socks.
Soon, I found it freeing and comfortable. And when the state allowed PCAs to return, I felt the loss of the NakedTime (as I called it) I had so come to adore. I returned to the Naked MN. My time with them is limited as some venues have too many stairs. But I regularly have NakedTime events, usually meals and a classic movie. I was a nude-default.
For me I have being doing this for a long time. It is not unusual for me to go nude after hours as a matter of fact I never really thought about it just did it and I really enjoy it.
I was very shy and modest as a child. That changed as a college student when I visited a clothing optional beach Hippie Hollow in Austin, Texas and stripped naked in public for the first time in my life. I was proud that I had the courage to do it and realized that nobody singled me out for ridicule and judgement . It was empowering and did wonders for my self esteem. It was literally a life changing moment.
It was 1981. Munich, Germany. I was 13 and staying with my pen pal's family. They were naturists, but I didn't know it. One Sunday, we went to a nudist beach. I wanted to be like the others and took off my bathing suit. I quickly jumped into the water, which was fortunately cold...
I've never forgotten that feeling of well-being and freedom. I did it again as soon as I became an adult.
I had posted this on naturist hub a long while back. When I had checked back at one point, the entire group thread was gone. I presume they had some data lssue. but seems relevent:
Where to start… 1st I was born. I know I could skip that but technically I was naked, or so I have been told. I know there some home videos of naked me at 3-4 years old at my parent’s cabin on the Illinois river. Though my parent were German who tend to have a penchant for nudism (I was 1st born US), it was not part of some nudist cabal. It was, I suspect, the easiest way to hose off dirty children. Growing up, nudity was one of those things not really discussed, either for or against. You just followed society’s norms.
When I was 6, we moved to the country. The Ozarks in Missouri, Table Rock Lake to be slightly more specific. At some point, my parents along with some friends bought some land and I found myself with 200-300 acres to roam (not all ours). So when I was in the 10-14 yoa, me and my dog took to the Nature side of naturist. I did a lot of exploring, birdwatching, some hunting, building dams in the creek and such. I do recall there were a few times, not often, that I would ditch the clothes on my explorations. I did start sleeping naked at that point and ever since. The thing probably remember most though was swimming naked. The sensation of it sticks with you. If you ever want to introduce someone to nudism, skinny dipping is the place to start. I believe it is near universal that once you experience it you never want to go back to swimsuit. Water caressing your skin is just lovely, no matter who you are.
I was in the Navy from 85-91. Though stationed in few places like Great Lakes, Memphis, Orlando, Idaho, I spent the bulk of my time on the West Coast (California, Washington) and Hawaii. There may been a few naked hot-tubs, or ocean skinny dipping with my surfer buddies, there was nothing that sparked my interest in nudism at the time.
When I got out, my 1st job was at a nuclear power plant they were building in Glen Rose Texas. An engineer I had befriended invited me to a Naturist club he and his wife belonged to, BlueBonnet Nudist Park. I was young (25), working a lot of hours and was always looking for some new adventures in my spare time. This seemed to fit the bill so off we went. It was a glorious day. Tennis, swimming, napping, a really nice spread for their weekly potluck, all sans clothing. In the evening was their dance. I didn’t dance with anyone, maybe because it was a bit more country than my tastes or mostly because I was shy about asking, clothes or no clothes. I spent most of my evening playing trivial pursuit with a group of middle-aged women, drinking. They were a hoot. I had such a good time it really changed me. It was there I added to my criteria in finding a mate. Not necessarily looking for a nudist, that would be crazy, but some girl at least comfortable with her body. It did not take long to figure out how much that shrunk the pool of candidates immensely. When you name something, you suddenly become acutely aware of how many women have insecurities about their bodies. You do not need to look far to see why, as you can see from watching TV, rampant misogyny and just all-around society the pressures of how women should look. That does not even include their own personal experiences from friends and family. It made me conscious of my own words, though I don’t think I was one to say negative things. I don’t recall my father ever saying anything disparaging about women, and I would like to think I am at least some what a gentleman, like my father. I do have respect to all those that overcome it and can enjoy the freedom of nudity, and that includes male/female/trans or whatever. I think there is more body positivity awareness then there used to be, but I think there is a very long way to go.
Anyway,, that concludes part 1. Someday I will do a part 2 for the second half of my so called life.
It's all the fault of the Naked Yoga School in NYC. I had been doing my usual AM Yoga practice at home for a few years in my gym attire. One day, I saw a clip for the above school. When I checked into it, my response was YAH!!! I got a lifetime membership at a great introductory price and now each morning I, along with the TV instructors, take my clothes off. Admittedly, I am much more comfortable (I never realized the difference). As one instructor said: It goes back several millennia to when the first yoga/yogis did their practice naked. What could be more natural she said. Besides, clothes just get in the way.
It's been a cascading effect ever since; starting with camps and beaches(I live in Florida) to books and movies (especially the one with Julie in the title) to AANR and Planet Nude-THANKS!