Like the majority of people researching nudism, I was driven through an unshakeable interest: What would it feel like to be nude outside and in the business of others? Would my nudity be uneasy or would it feel…good, natural? And the largest question of all: could I really bring myself to drop my clothing and my inhibitions?
All nudists have faced that “moment of truth” when they could either get nude or remain cloaked in sorrow. If you’re at a nudist resort, and everyone around you is naked, wearing clothing actually makes you feel out of place, so perhaps it is somewhat simpler to “take the plunge.” For me, my moment of truth came at a clothing optional resort, where I’d scheduled a 9-day holiday. Because it was clothing optional, I didn’t really have to be bare to fit in. I was hedging my bets, I suppose.
When I arrived, I passed by the pool where a half dozen people lounged, some bare, others in swimsuits. After quickly unpacking, I headed back to the pool. I wore swim trunks.
As I finished spreading my towel on the lounger, the nude people on the opposite side of the pool left, leaving me and two other guys, all wearing trunks. I was off the hook. I used to not have to get naked. It will be perfectly acceptable for me to catch some rays without getting an all-over tan. And yet, I was struck by the belief that my moment of truth was at hand; even though I had nine sunny days before me, I knew that it was now or never. In that instant, I flashed forward to the finished day and envisioned that I’d spent the whole holiday clothed. I imagined a second on that final day when I might be alone in the pool and finally find the nerve to slip out of my trunks and have the freedom that so many others had enjoyed all week long. I figured that if I was lucky, after more than eight days of electing to remain clothed, I mightn’t even enjoy being bare…with the warm pool water and brilliant beams of the sun embracing my entire body. Oh, who was I kidding? I knew it’d be wonderful.
So I got nude. And no one stared. No one laughed. No one pointed and whispered. The two other men poolside only nodded hello, as well as the water rippled and the palm trees rustled and the sun warmed me. http://videoamateurgratuit.net over.
Sure, my heart raced for some time. I thought, “I can’t believe I’m doing this!” But it absolutely wasn’t long before my interior monologue changed to: “I can’t believe it took me 42 years to do this!” I actually found myself feeling sorry for the two guys in trunks, along with the smattering of others who would spend the coming days still clothed.
Throughout that holiday I also went to a sunning pier where nudity was permitted. Again, some wore swimsuits, others bared all. Not every naked body was perfect. In fact, none were. But I was learning that nudism is not about how you seem, it is about how you feel. I also went on a bare sailing and snorkeling experience. Absolute ecstasy.
My moment of truth was liberating. The moments since – shared with other people who have also found the joys of nudism – have been nothing short of wonderful. Is not it time you set yourself free?
-Bob C.
Indiana
Do not Leave Planet World Without Trying It!
Maybe telling about my first encounter with naked diversion will lead you to that end. I was vacationing at a resort in the Caribbean. The first two days were spent on the beach sitting in a soggy swimsuit and being chafed by sand. I signed up for a day boat trip and picnic at a beach on an island away from the resort. As we were leaving, I discovered that the trip was to an island with a nude beach! I made the decision to go anyhow, thinking no manner was anybody getting me out of my suit. I stood firm, and in fact, was the last person to give in and drop my swimsuit – I was the last one to get dressed to return to the resort. Why had not someone told me about this earlier? I was hooked, and that was over 40 years past. The phrase, “nude when possible, clothed when practical,” definitely describes me. Nevertheless, I do wear shoes when vacuuming the house though as I have a habit of running over my toes with the vacuum cleaner.
I acknowledge that my first reaction was that this is really something that was not an acceptable practice. I was oblivious that there are national organizations and didn’t know anyone who could shed light on this relaxing way of life. The literature available now tells it like it’s. Everyone will say that when you have made your first visit, the sensation of dread will vanish. Until you experience a thing for yourself, words cannot let you know how you must feel or how you must act or react. I can add one more sentence of encouragement: Do Not leave Planet Earth without at least trying this amazing manner of de-stressing and relaxing a chance.
-Cheri Alexander
South Carolina