hangouts in general. Now, as a young children, closer to infancy, I recall we always made like Tommy from the Rugrats and constantly stripped our clothes off. Our parents ran round the house attempting to pick up the articles of clothing as we ran by them, tossing off something different. (Eventually they taped all our clothing on with duct tape and then further secured us to our high chair with said tape. Your parents didn’t tape you? Oh, well then I might’ve only been among the blessed ones. Oh I jest, calm down) As a
Kid, I had to go through my parents divorce, then the difficult decision of attempting to figure out who to live with. In the beginning, I resided with my mother for a couple years. I still recall all the different roommates we had living with us homosexual, straight, male or female, individuals from all walks of life. For that I thank her because I grew up being socially well rounded with a variety of belief systems and lifestyles around me. One roommate, whom I still have as a good friend in my life, was a gentleman (whom well call George) who practiced nudism. Well, not that you’ve got to “practice being naked” since we all are under our clothing anyway, but those who favor that lifestyle do tend to lose those outer garments a lot! To his credit, instead of merely being nude on a regular basis, he consistently made sure that it’d be ok with all of the other roommates including my mother, my sister and I, before he appeared undressed, so that everyone in the house wouldnt be too bothered when he was “practicing his lifestyle.” Of course as a young girl, the sight of a naked guy running round the house can be something of a giggle, but because of how I had been brought up, I wasnt troubled by it. as soon as I needed to have non-nudist friends over, I would be sure to tell him so ahead of time and he would promptly go throw on a pair of short pants with no grievance. So the system we had in the household worked just fine.
My mother was very openly passionate about nudity additionally, in addition to all those other taboo issues that come up awkwardly when youre a teen 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 dwelling not that being nude was a huge thing. ( I have no doubt if our President and his staff ran around nude, the countrys reaction would be one of complete acceptance!)] Mom was a “not everywhere, not all the time” nudist, meaning she liked to hang out at home nude, run across the backyard naked, but not run around a nudist park. Social nudity outside 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 place and he always answered enthusiastically about it as being fine as well as an enjoyable area, 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, however he’d not do so without my mothers written permission and with everyone’s entire knowledge of what the conduct rules were there. Eventually, perhaps a year later, my mother and sister did go with him, and loved the experience very much. But by then I ‘d moved out as well as lived with my dad and stepmom and was being raised in a fairly sheltered, religious sort of way. This entire nudist matter didnt appear sinful, but modesty was drilled into my head, so I was less amenable to the concept of being naked around other people until a couple of years afterwards.
Afterward came the “Great Rebellion of Age Fourteen,” and one day while hanging out at my moms house I finally got the nerve to ask George if I really 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 tossing my clothing right away. Rather, I think the first few times I fixed myself in the pool and rarely left it, except possibly to play a game of badminton. (Yes,I played badminton as a young child. You didn’t? Gosh you really missed out! Oh yes, so back to nude badminton…) It wasnt that I was uneasy in the place, because everyone was extremely nice and supportive. I assume I played badminton to stop from staring at people. It’s hard not to stare at fifty or so folks lounging about like lizards in the sun with no shred of clothing on. Specially when you are fourteen. Obviously, when you’re fourteen, you also thank the gods for your youth and tight skin. One thing I understand I can thank the nudists for were pregnant nudism .
It’s uncanny how many parties they throw. I believe 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 has to be something in between!” Then they realize there is Election Day (which is not really something to observe these days), Veteran’s Day, and Eid Al-Fitr (for all you fasting nudists out therethough they’re tough to locate). 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 observing their nakedness, er I mean the holiday at hand.
On one such vacation, I can’t recall which, they had one really talented member of the resort staff doing body painting on anyone who was interested. Now, in case you’ve never had a paintbrush dragged across your bum, well let me tell you, it tickles! I decided to get up enough courage to have the gentleman paint a dragon from my shoulder to simply under my back. It seemed wonderful, indeed! Everyone was telling me how awesome it appeared, on me and just in general. I think even a German television crew was there filming the festivities. Those Germans, they’ll put anything on television – even a bunch of ol’ nude folks. But so I pranced around all day, displaying my backside to each adoring onlooker. Later, 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 ‘d made many friends there of all ages, and loved being able to simply lounge about in the sun. I appreciated it so much, after a few years I quietly 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 a whole lot more religiously repressed than I ever was.) And still later that summer, I brought an Internet buddy from Ohio while he visited to share his first day of social nudity with our club members. During the next couple of years, I invited quite a few pals to join me at the resort, and all of them wound up having a great experience! As you can view, this lifestyle is something that now I love sharing with folks I know. As a young woman, I’ve finally moved out on my own, and http://nudists-young.org love running around my own house naked whenever I get the chance (and at my moms house whenever I return to visit.) I am now proud to say I’m a Nudist (with a capital “N”), and I ‘ve my mother and her roommate George to thank for it, those many years back.
That all being said, I believe I have some sunning to do. It is a quite wonderful day and I Have a great balcony that’s calling to me.