A Model Nudist, Component One

I grew up in an extremely humble house. Complete nudity was confined to the restroom and only consisted of shower or bath time. I do not remember ever seeing anyone else in the house nude. Maybe that is why nudity fascinated me as a teenager (beyond the standard curiosity about http://peenudist.com , etc.).

Someplace around seventh grade, I started reading fantasy novels by Edgar Rice Burroughs and Conan publications by Robert E. Howard. The covers of these paperbacks featured excellent paintings by Frank Frazetta or Boris Vallejo. Many of them involved nudity by members of both sexes. The nudity was not of a sexual nature; the characters in the paintings were involved in other endeavors. A lot of them involved fight, where I figured nudity was unquestionably not advantageous.

The narratives in the books featured scenes of casual nudity quite often, particularly url of Edgar Rice Burroughs. Both John Carter (from World) and the Martian characters thought nothing of running around in the altogether. Actually, the John Carter character’s approach of transport to Mars always involved him waking up naked somewhere on the planet. My young head wondered what such a place would be like, where one could be free to be oneself and not be embarrassed.

I ‘d only learned of “nudist colonies” as if they were a distant occurrence (the movie “A Shot in the Dark” being the most famous reference).

While I was there, I met a young lady who was an art major. She mentioned in passing that she drew naked models in her figure drawing course. The thought of modeling for this type of category was both scary and exciting at precisely the same time. I ventured around to the art building and saw a sheet on a bulletin board advertising for models. They were paying five dollars, which, in the time, was better than any other job I could get. My drawings were horrible, but I wasn’t overly interested in drawing. I needed to watch a session and see the method by which the model acted, was handled, etc.

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It took me awhile to collect the courage to register as a model myself, but I eventually did.

I got a call from the coordinator of that open session. His model had canceled for that night, and he needed someone to cover. I taken somewhat reluctantly. Once I hung up the telephone, I realized the class began in less than an hour. I took a long walk around campus before entering the studio. There were only two women who’d shown up to draw that night. It was election night, and I’m sure plenty of folks stayed home to see the returns.

I didn’t even have a robe, but the female model I had observed had not had one either. I simply stripped down beside the modeling platform. I got down to my panties, took a deep breath, and eased them off. There I was. Both women did not run screaming that there was a nude guy in the room. I took my poses and got more comfortable as the evening went on.

-Dan H.
Fort Worth, Texas
Surprised the Manager

My wife and I were interested in trying out the nudist experience. While in Ohio, on holiday, we decided to visit Paradise Gardens (outside Cincinnati).

When we explained to the supervisor that we were neophytes, she exclaimed, “This is your first time and also you’re already nude!”

Yes, we were, and we certainly enjoyed our say in the gardens.

OY VEY! My Jewish Mother

I was raised by a Jewish mother who taught me that showing skin was the worst thing on earth. She also instilled in me that my body was definitely not beautiful or perfect. I heard it all the time. Cover up. I even had to wear shoes in the house when visitors came, because my toes were “odd looking” in her eyes.

At 25, my then boyfriend told me about a nude beach he was really going to every weekend. He needed me to go with him. I thought he was insane. I resisted at first, but then he eventually talked me into it. He assured we’d leave if I couldn’t handle it.

I scaled the rocks with trepidation. It took me maybe 20 seconds to take my clothes away. That entire summer was like the summer which I fell in love with myself and my body for the first time ever.

At the conclusion of the summer, we broke up; and I never went to another nude beach or resort until I was 42. I missed it. My reaction was pure excitement.

We ordered it for the subsequent weekend. I was so excited that I made myself sick. Nothing was going to prevent me. I went anyhow, and that was the day I rediscovered myself-the day I became extremely alive and whole again. That was 1993. Today, I live in a nudist resort in Land O’ Lakes, Florida; and I am so lucky to be able to live here.

We were interested, concerned and afraid, all at the same time. We studied various options and selected “The Terra Cotta Inn” at Palm Springs for our first time excursion. Once we walked in, it was obvious this wasn’t going to be our normal holiday.

After a couple of minutes, we ventured out and my wife was sure she’d leave the bottom half of her swim suit on. After less than 5 minutes, she saw that she was the sole person with anything on and immediately took them off.

On that first trip, we met amazing people who have become life long friends and can’t imagine life without nude diversion.

If you have thought of attempting it, stop thinking and start planning. You will not regret it.

This Changed My Life

I’d get two weeks home alone and it was summer so when they left I went outside and allow the robe drop to the earth. I recognized the cool summer breeze and how it felt so great so I got into the hot tub. Amazing!

For the rest of that summer I did not put on garments. My parents were frightened at first but they recognized this was what made me joyful.

Doylestown, Pennsylvania

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