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 needed 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 very friendly people. As they left they told me it was a nudist resort.
I thought about it and decided to attempt it and went that weekend. Adored the encounter and also the folks I met. They made me feel so welcome and everything appeared so natural. When my daughter came down to work security with me I told here where I had gone and she wanted to go with me. We went the following weekend and spent two days there. We were solicited and even though we could go to the opening Olympic ceremony 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 area we seen 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 introduced 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 opening and welcome to the nudist community!
Sierra Vista, Arizona
My Biggest Rue
Being naked has ever been really natural to me, I can remember when I was maybe 4 or 5 merely needing to be nude. Nothing has changed 40 years after, it only 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 nude. 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! But as I got close my belly was becoming more upset from my nerves. I starting thinking about turning around and heading home but only kept driving. I truly needed to feel the sun on my naked body and go swimming nude, after all it was a lovely day.
As I pulled up to the gate I really thought I was going to throw up and at that point I really had to talk myself into going forward. When the staff replied the buzzer and told me to arrive at the office to get checked in I just kept telling myself it was really going to be awesome even though I was so nervous.
After checking in and heading to my truck I could not believe it. I was looking at nude people upward by the pool and I was going to be one of them! I stood by my truck appearing occupied for about 10 minutes without taking anything away and finally 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 getting more confident with every step.
I had to take a shower before getting into the pool and it turned out to be a FAST one. The showers are about 10 feet from the pool and I wager I made it in about 2 steps after I shut the shower off. I spent the rest of the day in the pool floating about and LOVING every second of it. It was not my first time being nude in a pool but it was my first time being with other people naked and I am certain it showed that it was my first time but by the time I had left that day I felt like I ‘d known some of the people for a long time.
The reason this trip was such a huge deal for me was because I actually don’t have the “regular” body. I’m a big man, need to shed weight and had feared I might be laughed at or folks would stare, but after going there now for more then 8 years (only 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 so long to really go to a nudist resort because I didn’t have the “perfect”body. I’m yet to see the “perfect” body but I have meet a number of the best people I will ever meet in my life. When you are naked with other people it is as real as it gets and I’ve found that nudists are as nice as folks come.
So this is why I labeled this “My Biggest Rue” because I repent that I waited so long to get out and be naked with other like-minded folks. If the thought has ever crossed your mind, simply go get nude. You wont regret it.
Since I was a teen I had always learned about nudist beaches and camps, but I never understood where to find them. This was before the Internet age. In the mid ’90s I ‘d access to the Internet and chat rooms. I met a girl on the chat site who told me about seeing nudism photos . I asked about how I really could locate one in my state. She told me about a website where I could envision a guide book which describes the locations of swimming holes and shores.
After buying this I read about a beach at Martha’s Vineyard. Some time later I finally had an opportunity to get out there with my at the time girlfriend. Eventually I located the beach I was searching for after the ferry ride and bus ride on the other side of the isle. I remember how natural everyone appeared and how I was excited to join in the fun. The blanket was hardly on the ground when my clothes came off. I appreciated the liberating feeling of the wind on my body and having the ability to jump in the ocean naturally. My girlfriend eventually got comfy too.
I felt like I was on a level playing field with everyone else. Since then I have been visiting nudist campgrounds and coming to the Vineyard as much as possible. I have despised wearing bathing suits ever since.
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My Nudist History
The following is a history of my nudist encounter with some thoughts for those investigating nudism as a lifestyle option:
“Nudist” A 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 ‘d ever describe myself as a nudist. I recall the very first time I heard the term nudist. I was under ten years old and my buddy Randy told me, true or not, about a woman who was stopped on the Golden Gate Bridge driving http://1115.us on her way to a “nudist colony.”
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Click to viewThe entire thing shocked me to the point that I still remember where I was when he told me. I couldn’t imagine why grown folks would desire to be nude, especially in a area called a nudist colony. It definitely was something I ‘d never be involved in.
First Time Naked Outdoors
I recall, some years after, 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 driveway. He became more daring and even rode his bike up the drive nude. This was just boys experimenting and playing and we understood that we did not want to be found so there was an element of risk and fear of being found that overshadowed everything.
Personal Nudity, My Own Skin
Within a couple of years I discovered that slipping my pajamas off after going to bed and sleeping nude felt wonderful. It felt free and I adored the feeling of the bed sheets on my bare skin I soon began removing my clothes when my parents were outside so that I could walk around the house nude, hurrying to put my clothes back on when I heard the garage door go up on their return. Again this felt wonderful but by necessity stayed my secret. Soon, on some evenings, I was able to sneak out my bedroom window at the center of the night and enjoy the nighttime air nude. http://tvamateur.net lived in a built up neighborhood on a hill with open space supporting the house. At first I would roam the grassy hillside in back of the home feeling the cool breezes on my skin. I especially enjoyed rainy nighttime. 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 bare skin. Afterwards 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 bare in a larger area. I knew the terrain very well and one night I was especially bold and did a large loop walking with that location for over half a mile in a circle onto paved roads (but where houses weren’t built right on the road) on the other side of the hill and back to my clothing that I’d left behind. I can’t believe I did this or that, as a teen, I didn’t get found.
San Francisco, California