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 had to get away for the weekend. They gave me a number and name to call of a fine resort close by that had a pool, hot tub and extremely friendly folks. As they left they told me it was a nudist resort.
I thought about it and chose to attempt it and went that weekend. Adored the experience and the folks I met. They made me feel so welcome and everything seemed so natural. When my daughter came down to work security with me I told here where I’d gone and she wanted to go with me. We went the next weekend and spent two days there. We were solicited and even though we could proceed to the opening Olympic service free, we saw it on a TV in the motor home of a family who were teachers from California while relaxing at Hidden Valley nudist resort in Georgia.
We went there another time before we had to leave Georgia. When we got up to the New England region we visited some local nudist resorts and felt at home. My wife and I now live in a nudist resort in Florida, and my daughter sees each year to live the nudist lifestyle.
June 1st, 2009. I made my way to Mira Vista Resort in Tucson, signed in, took my clothes off and wandered about the Resort. I presented myself and admitted this was my first (public) experience as a nudist. Nancy said “Show me your tush!” I turned around and was pronounced a “cotton tail.” 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 perhaps 4 or 5 just needing to be nude. Nothing has changed 40 years later, it just 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!
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But as I got close my stomach was getting more upset from my nerves. I starting thinking about turning around and heading home but merely kept driving. I truly wanted to feel the sun on my nude body and go swimming naked, after all it was a beautiful day.
As I pulled up to the gate I thought I was going to throw up and at that stage I really needed to talk myself into going forward. When the staff answered the buzzer and told me to arrive at the office to get checked in I just kept telling myself it was going to be amazing even though I was so nervous.
After checking in and heading to my truck I couldn’t believe it. I was looking at naked people up by the pool and I was about to be one of them! I stood by my truck appearing busy for about 10 minutes without taking anything away and eventually I realized it was time to take ALL my clothing away and be free. As I wrapped my towel around my neck and made sure it covered me somewhat I shut the door of my truck and headed to the pool one slow step at a time. I was becoming more confident with every measure.
I had to take a shower before getting into the pool and it absolutely was a QUICK one. The showers are about 10 feet from the pool and I bet I made it in about 2 steps after I shut the shower off. I spent the remaining part of the day in the pool floating around and LOVING every second of it. It wasn’t my first time being nude in a pool but it was my first time being with other people naked and I am confident it showed that it was my first time but by the time I ‘d left that day I felt like I ‘d understood some of the people for a long time.
The reason this excursion was such a big deal for me was because I do not have the “standard” body. I’m a huge guy, need to lose weight and had feared I might be laughed at or folks would stare, but after going there now for more then 8 years (just a couple times a year) I recognized that NOBODY cares! Its not that they don’t care about me, its just that nobody cares what your body looks like. I waited for such a long time to really go to a nudist resort because I did not have the “perfect”body. I’m yet to see the “perfect” body but I have meet some of the best people I will ever meet in my entire life. When you’re naked with other people it’s as real as it gets and I have found that nudists are as pleasant as individuals come.
So this is why I titled this “My Biggest Sorrow” because I regret that I waited so long to get out and be nude with other like-minded people. If the thought has ever crossed your mind, just go get nude. You wont regret it.
from the time that I was a teen I ‘d always heard about nudist beaches and camps, but I never knew 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 girl on the chat website who told me about visiting a nude beach. I asked about how I could locate one in my state. She told me about a website where I could picture a guide book which describes the locations of swimming holes and seashores.
After buying this I read about a beach at Martha’s Vineyard. Some time later I finally had a chance to get out there with my at the time girlfriend. Eventually I found the beach I was searching for after the ferry ride and bus ride across the island. I remember how natural everyone appeared and how I was ready to join in the fun. The blanket was barely on the earth when my clothes came off. I appreciated the liberating feeling of the wind on my body and being able to jump in the ocean naturally. My girlfriend eventually got cozy too.
I felt like I was on a level playing field with everyone else. Since then I have been seeing nudist campgrounds and coming to the Vineyard as much as possible. I’ve hated wearing bathing suits ever since.
My Nudist History
The following is a history of my nudist experience with some ideas for those investigating nudism as a lifestyle choice:
“Nudist” A Brand New Word
I grew up 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 very first time that I heard the term nudist. I was under ten years old and my buddy Randy told me, authentic or not, about a lady who was stopped on the Golden Gate Bridge driving nude on her way to a “nudist colony.” The entire thing shocked me to the stage that I still recall where I was when he told me. I could not imagine why grown folks would desire to be http://b-boyz.com , particularly in a location called a nudist colony. It undoubtedly was something I would never be involved in.
First Time Naked Outdoors
I recall, some years later, about age 12, sleeping over at Randy’s house in his backyard in sleeping bags and on a mutual challenge we each walked, one at a time, naked up his long moonlit drive. He became more daring and even rode his bike up the driveway naked. This was just boys experimenting and playing and we knew that we did not want to be caught so there was an element of danger and anxiety of being found that overshadowed everything.
Private Nudity, My Own Skin
Within a couple of years I found that easing my pajamas off after going to sleep and sleeping nude felt wonderful. It felt free and I loved the feeling of the bed sheets on my bare skin I soon started removing my clothing when my parents were out so that I could walk round the house nude, rushing to put my clothes back on when I heard the garage door go up on their return. Again this felt wonderful but by importance stayed my mystery. Soon, on some evenings, I managed to sneak out my bedroom window in the middle of the night and revel in the night air nude. We lived in a built up neighborhood on a hill with open space supporting the home. At first I would roam the grassy hillside in back of the house feeling the cool breezes on my skin. I especially liked rainy nights. The noise of the storm made me feel more safe about not being found going out the window and I adored the feeling of rain on my naked skin. After I would walk through the neighborhood, clothed, up to a dead end street with a more open hillside where I could throw off my clothes and walk nude in a bigger place. I understood the terrain very well and one night I was particularly bold and did a big loop walking from that area for over half a mile in a circle onto paved roads (but where homes weren’t built right on the road) on the different side of the hill and back to my clothes that I had left behind. I can not believe I did this or that, as a teenager, I did not get caught.
San Francisco, California