hangouts in general. Now, as a young kids, closer to infancy, I remember we consistently made like Tommy from the Rugrats and continuously stripped our clothes off. Our parents ran round the home trying to pick up the articles of clothing as we ran by them, tossing off something else. (Eventually they taped all our clothing on with duct tape and then further fastened us to our high chair with said tape. Your parents did not tape you? Oh, well then I might’ve merely been one of the fortunate ones. Oh I jest, calm down) As a
Kid, I needed to go through my parents divorce, then the difficult decision of trying to figure out who to live with. In the beginning, I lived with my mother for a couple years. I still recall all the different roommates we’d living with us homosexual, straight, male or female, people from all walks of life. For that I thank her because I grew up being socially well rounded with numerous belief systems and lifestyles around me. http://x-officer.com , whom I still have as a good buddy in my life, was a gentleman (whom well call George) who practiced nudism. Well, not that you’ve got to “practice being nude” since we all are under our clothes anyway, but those who prefer that lifestyle do have a tendency to drop those outer garments a lot! To his credit, instead of just being naked all of the time, he always made sure that it’d be alright with all the other roommates including my mother, my sister and I, before he appeared undressed, so that everyone in the house wouldnt be too disturbed when he was “practicing his lifestyle.” Of course as a young girl, the sight of a naked man running across the house can be something of a giggle, but because of how I ‘d been brought up, I wasnt troubled by it. as soon as I needed to have non-nudist friends over, I would make sure to inform him so ahead of time and he’d instantly go throw on a set of short pants without a grievance. So the system we had in the household worked just fine.
My mom was very openly passionate about nudity also, together with all those other taboo issues that come up awkwardly when youre a teenager when talking with your parents. To her credit, instead of waiting until my sister and I reached our teenager years, she made sure that we understood about different things that go on in other peoples houses, behind closed doors, and even in our home not that being naked was a tremendous thing. ( I don’t have any doubt if our President and his staff ran around naked, the countrys reaction would be one of total acceptance!)] Mother was a “not everywhere, not all the time” nudist, meaning she liked to hang out at home naked, run across the backyard naked, but not run around a nudist park. Societal nudity outdoors with several hundred other folks merely wasnt her thing.
It was, however, Georges thing, and he belonged to a neighborhood nudist resort and spent most weekends there. I remember asking him about the area and he always answered enthusiastically about it as being nice as well as a fun place, but I wasnt quite ready yet. He made a standing invitation for my mom, my sister and I to go whenever we decided it was time, but he would not do so without my mothers written permission and with everyone’s complete understanding of what the conduct rules were there. Eventually, perhaps a year later, my mother and sister did go with him, and appreciated the experience very much. But by then http://modestperson.com had moved out and lived with my father and stepmom and was being raised in a somewhat sheltered, religious sort of manner. This whole nudist thing didnt look sinful, but modesty was drilled into my head, so I was less amenable to the notion of being naked around others until a few years after.
Then came the “Great Rebellion of Age Fourteen,” and one day while hanging out at my mothers house I eventually got the nerve to ask George if I could go with him to this nudist resort and see what all the fuss was about. We both made sure it was fine with my mother, and it was, so off we went to the nudist park! Being the shy, clumsy youngster I was, I did not run around chucking my clothes right away. Instead, I believe the first couple of times I fixed myself in the pool and rarely left it, except perhaps to play a game of badminton. (Yes,I played badminton as a child. You didn’t? Gosh you really missed out! Oh yes, so back to naked badminton…) It wasnt that I was uneasy in the place, because everyone was really pleasant and supportive. I assume I played badminton to stop from staring at people. It is difficult not to stare at fifty or so people lounging about like lizards in the sun with no shred of clothes on. Specially when you are fourteen. Naturally, when you are fourteen, you also thank the gods for your youth and tight skin. One thing I understand I can thank the nudists for were their bashes.
It’s uncanny how many parties they throw. I think they sit in front of a calendar saying ‘Alright, so Halloween is coming up at the end of the month, then there’s Thanksgiving, but damnit! There must be something in between!” Then they realize there is Election Day (which isn’t actually something to celebrate these days), Veteran’s Day, and Eid Al-Fitr (for all you fasting nudists out therethough they’re tough to find). Those days are celebratory enough, so they throw a party and have a lot of food and sit around drinking their cocktails, eating everything in sight (at least I did), and celebrating their nakedness, er I mean the vacation at hand.
On one such holiday, I can’t recall which, they’d one quite talented member of the resort staff doing body painting on anyone who was interested. Now, if you have never had a paintbrush pulled across your buttocks, well let me tell you, it tickles! I chose to get up enough courage to get the gentleman paint a dragon from my shoulder to just under my back. It looked lovely, really! Everyone was telling me how amazing it seemed, on me and only in general. I believe even a German television crew was there filming the festivities. Those Germans, they’ll put anything on television – even a lot of ol’ nude people. But so I pranced around all day, showing off my backside to each adoring onlooker. Afterwards, much of my body shyness dissipated after that day.
After that I made many return visits and then I began looking forward to it practically every weekend, as I had made many friends there of all ages, and loved being able to simply lounge about in the sun. I enjoyed it so much, after a couple of years I gently began telling some of my friends about it. To my surprise many were interested themselves, and eventually I brought to the resort a girl friend from high school. Later the same year I brought there my boyfriend in the time (even though he proved to be much more religiously repressed than I ever was.) And still later that summer, I brought an Internet friend from Ohio while he seen to share his first day of social nudity with our club members. Over the the next couple of years, I encouraged quite several buddies to join me in the resort, and all of them wound up having a terrific experience! As you are able to view, this lifestyle is something which now I really enjoy sharing with folks I know. As a young woman, I’ve finally moved out on my own, and I enjoy running around my own house naked whenever I get the chance (and at my moms house whenever I return to visit.) I’m now proud to say I am a Nudist (with a capital “N”), and I have my mother and her roommate George to thank for it, those many years ago.
That all being said, I believe I ‘ve some sunning to do.
It’s a rather wonderful day and I Have a great balcony that is calling to me.