I never grew up thinking much of nudism, it only wasn’t on my head.
In my mid 20s I found how much I loved being naked after I took showers, and would begin spending an increasing number of time nude at home. I suppose I was a part time home nudist for some time, which was amazing.
After some time, I believed I’d like to try social nudism, but I wasn’t sure if I ‘d the nerve. Heck, I’d never even been nude in a locker room. Our school only had us change clothes, so down to panties was about the most exposure I had with others.
After several years, I finally made a decision to give it a shot. I’d chatted online with lots of nudists and found another guy my age who resided close to me. One day I drove around to his apartment (hands shaking with the first timer nerves) to meet up. Rang the doorbell, and much to my surprise he answered the front door naked and invited me in. While I was caught off guard (I believed we’d talk somewhat in person before nudity), I still thought it was cool along with a pretty good ice breaker.
So, I considered to myself “when in Rome” and within about http://videonudism.com/firsttime of assembly, I’d stripped down in his front hall! It was just like ripping off a band aid! Of course it was a considerably more freeing and liberating experience than taking off a band aid. Much to my surprise, I was not embarrassed or self-conscious to be standing there naked in front of a complete stranger. It was exhilarating.
We hung out for a number of hours, talked about nudism, watched TV, played cards (not strip poker, of course). It was a fantastic experience and I’m glad I finally gave it a shot after all those years.
Glad I eventually gave it that first shot and never looked back!
I knew I was a nudist
Even at an extremely young age, I enjoyed being bare. My parents had over 6 acres of land and on a hot sunny day I would go off by myself and strip off all my clothing and lay in the sun.
As I got older and moved out on my own, I began to sleep nude; nothing is more relaxing than that to get a full night’s sleep. On the weekends, if I wasn’t going anywhere I would be naked round the house for the whole day and do whatever.
Six years ago I eventually made a decision to visit my first nude beach located at Playalinda Beach. It didn’t take myself really long to be naked like everyone else. For the next four years I kept going back once or two times a year. My only regret is that I did not go earlier. This past September I finally ran my first nude 5k race at cypress cove. I enjoyed so much that I have signed up for two races this year.
Today, whenever I can I am constantly naked in my home or at a nudist resort being free of clothes and stresses; there’s nothing like it.
Naturism Takes Flight
Sometimes, I’ll jokingly remark that I owe my thanks and my love for naturism to my employer. You see, I work in the airline travel industry as a flight crew member.
It offers its readers information and guidance about outdoor recreational sports equipment and traveling. Among the pages of this specific dilemma included a colorful pictorial advertisement for Lee Baxandall’s, “World Guide To Nude Beaches & Recreation”. The name of Lee Baxandall will be understood by any experienced naturist or nudist likewise (of which I was neither at the time). Lee first took up the task of naturism in Wisconsin as an Eagle Scout. After, in 1980, he became the founding member of The Naturist Society. He’s likewise an inductee into AANR’s Nudist Hall of Fame. But I digress. His highest guide to nudism in natural settings peaked my interest. With pen & paper, I jotted down the address of where to purchase my copy of the depleted listing of places where a person can vacation, camp, swim and socialize without wearing a single stitch of material. A couple of weeks ahead of my encounter with Mr. Baxandall’s guide, I ‘d organized an approaching week of holiday alone in beautiful Maui, Hawaii. After receiving young nudist teens in the mail, I instantly turned to the section of nudist beaches located in the Aloha State and fell upon “Little Beach”. When it was time to board my flight for Maui (this time as a regular man and not a working crew member), I anxiously expected the instant I’d finally experience an entire week on the sand and by the ocean wearing nothing but my skin along with a grin. That first expected ‘simple’ moment has now come and gone. And my memory of it brings many descriptive words to head: natural, liberating, freeing, exuberating, lusty yet nonsexual, energizing, rejuvenating and so much more. And for me, the ‘so-much-more’ includes religious reconnection. I believe my nakedness will not belong to me, but instead to Creation. THAT, within itself, makes it religious in nature for me. It makes it a great thing, healthy and pure; nothing to be ashamed of nor to hide. Instead, I see my nakedness as something to embrace and to be lived. I wish to allow it to breathe my existence. Inside my view, to deny my nakedness will be to denounce my Creator’s development. I do not need to silence that breath. Itis a present. I want it to thrive. I would like it to grow. And in the process, I express my sincerest type of gratitude to the “Giver” of that gift; oh, and gratitude to my employer for carrying that magazine on the airplane. And for giving me the coveted perk of air travel. It is an ideal means by which to discover and experience more of this lovely planet’s Au-Naturel destinations. Today, I still adore flying high Au Naturel!
When I was still a kid I always felt good when I was bare, so I’d always make sure I needed to walk to the bathroom to take a bath and back to my room bare. When I turned 8 years old I started sleeping naked and also would sit around or lay on my bed in my room bare all of the time, and when no one was home, I’d always be nude in other parts of my house.
When I turned 12 years old I had a buddy and streaking was a big craze then, so we’d streak every opportunity we got. Sadly my family would not have agreed for me to be a nudist, so I couldn’t tell them, nor be naked in front of them.
as soon as I went into my very own house I was naked on a regular basis. I strove to persuade my girlfriends that they would like being a nudist but most would not attempt it, along with the ones that attempted it didn’t like it, but I consistently continued being naked all of the time as it’s the only means I wish to be.
Before I got married my fiancee knew I was a nudist and also would continue to be a nudist after we were wed, and after 25 years of marriage she understands I will always be a nudist.
She is not a nudist. As well, my kids aren’t nudist. Lucky for me my family understands being bare is the manner I’m comfy, and do not mind that I ‘m consistently nude. I always loved being nude, and always will.
I’ve been a nudist for 49 years and no way I’d ever change.
Buffalo, New York
On a recent trip to a Florida beach resort, while swimming in the Gulf of Mexico, the unbelievable urge to be naked in the water was too much to suppress. I found myself out beyond any other swimmers and removed my trunks. I remained there for what seemed like hours loving the feel of the water plus a liberty like I ‘ve never experienced before.
I am a 51 year old man and never would have thought to do something like that in a private pool let alone the Gulf. The exhilaration I felt left an indelible image of the freedom and awareness of one with nature that I want to carry on.
Upon returning home I instantly joined AANR and am actively seeking a local resort to visit.
Thank you for opening up a brand new phase in my entire life.