I was helping set up security for the 1996 Olympics in Atlanta. I was at the Hard Rock Cafe in Atlanta discussing 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 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 along with the people 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 desired to go with me. We went http://nudismfree.com and spent two days there. We were solicited and even though we could go to the opening Olympic service free, we watched 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 place we visited some local nudist resorts and felt at home. My lovely wife and I now live in a nudist resort in Florida, and my daughter sees every year to live the nudist lifestyle.
June 1st, 2009. I made my way to Mira Vista Resort in Tucson, signed in, took my clothes away and wandered about the Resort. I presented myself and confessed that 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 Regret
Being naked has ever been very natural to me, I can remember when I was maybe 4 or 5 just wanting to be naked. Nothing has altered 40 years after, it simply feels “normal” to me.
I did my homework online and also read as much as I could about going to a nudist resort, oh boy, was I excited! The day I set out to go was wonderful 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 tummy was getting more upset from my nerves. I starting thinking about turning around and heading home but only kept driving. I truly wanted 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 thought I was really 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 reach 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 nude people up by the pool and I was about to be one of them! I stood by my truck appearing active for about 10 minutes without taking anything off and eventually I realized it was time to take ALL my clothes 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 step.
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 wager I made it in about 2 steps after I shut the shower off. I spent the remainder of the day in the pool floating around 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 nude and I am confident it demonstrated 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 excursion was such a huge deal for me was because I do not have the “regular” body. I am a large guy, need to drop some weight and had worried I might be laughed at or people would stare, but after going there now for more then 8 years (only a couple times a year) I realized that NOBODY cares! Its not that they do not care about me, its just that nobody cares what your body looks like. I waited for so long to visit 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 entire life. When you’re naked with other folks it is as real as it gets and I’ve found that nudists are as pleasant as people come.
So this is the reason why I titled this “My Biggest Regret” because I repent that I waited so long to get out and be naked with other like minded people. If the thought has ever crossed your mind, simply go get nude. You wont regret it.
Since I was a teen I ‘d always learned about nudist beaches and camps, but I never knew 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 woman on the chat website who told me about visiting a nude beach. I asked about how I really could find one in my state. She told me about a site where I could visualize a guide book which describes the places of swimming holes and seashores.
After purchasing this I read about a beach at Martha’s Vineyard. Some time after I finally had a chance to get out there with my at the time girlfriend. Eventually I located the seashore I was searching for after the ferry ride and bus ride on the other side of the isle. I remember how natural everyone seemed and how I was excited to join in the fun.
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Check itThe blanket was just on the earth when my clothes came off. I enjoyed the liberating feeling of the wind on my body and having the ability to jump in the ocean naturally. My girlfriend finally got comfy too.
I felt like I was on a level playing field with everyone else. Since then I’ve been visiting nudist campgrounds and coming to the Vineyard as much as really 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 New Word
I was raised in Marin County north of San Francisco and am now a professional working in San Francisco. When I was younger I could never have imagined I would ever describe myself as a nudist. I remember the very first time that I heard the term nudist. I was under ten years old and my friend Randy told me, authentic or not, about a woman who was stopped on the Golden Gate Bridge driving nude on her way to a “nudist colony.” The entire thing shocked me to the point that I still recall where I was when he told http://nudizmtube.com . I couldn’t imagine why grown folks would need to be bare, especially in a location called a nudist colony. It undoubtedly was something I would never be involved in.
First Time Naked Outside
I recall, some years afterwards, about age 12, sleeping over at Randy’s house in his backyard in sleeping bags and on a mutual dare we each walked, one at a time, naked up his long moonlit drive. He became more daring and even rode his bike up the drive nude. This was merely boys testing and playing and we understood that we didn’t want to be found so there was an element of risk and anxiety of being found that overshadowed everything.
Private Nudity, My Own Skin
Within a couple of years I discovered that easing 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 started removing my clothes when my parents were out so that I could walk round 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 importance stayed my secret. Shortly, on some evenings, I was able to sneak out my bedroom window in the middle of the night and enjoy the night atmosphere nude. We lived in a built up neighborhood on a hill with open space behind the home. At first I would roam the grassy hillside in back of the house feeling the cool breezes on my skin. I particularly enjoyed wet nights. The sound of the storm made me feel more safe about not being found going out the window and I loved the feeling of rain on my bare skin. Later I would walk through the neighborhood, clothed, up to a dead end street having a more open hillside where I could throw off my clothes and walk bare in a larger region. I knew the terrain very well and one night I was particularly daring and did a big loop walking from that area for over half a mile in a circle onto paved roads (but where houses were not built right on the street) 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