Several years back after losing my wife to breast cancer and tired of sitting in my home, I decided to get out as well as try new things. I approached the concept of visiting a nudist resort with caution, but the thought kept nagging at me.
I am in relatively good condition, etc., and eventually determined to give it a try. Like everyone, the very first time was nerve wracking. I strode back and forth naked in my room until getting up the nerve to really go outside. It was only a couple of hours, and I was hooked. I enjoy going every summer now, as often as I can. I find it to be the most relaxing and enjoyable thing I’ve ever done.
-Larry
Ohio
A Neglected Opportunity
It absolutely was 1947 or 48. My family drove around to the shore. We spent the night in a motel at May’s Landing, NJ. The following morning Mom and Dad were discussing where to go. Dad needed to really go to Sunshine Park but Mother needed to really go to Atlantic City. Finally, they decided to ask my sister and I where we needed to go. 
Neither of us knew any thing about nudism and it was not mentioned. I later located Sunshine and Wellness magazines in Dad’s underwear drawer after my sister went away to school and I inherited her job of putting away the laundry. I found the magazines intriguing. I enjoyed the graphics!!
I began to read the magazines and found nudism interested me. I found a newsstand that sold nudist magazines and started to purchase them to read. After I graduated from high school I joined the Air Force. At that time the law sometimes raided nudist camps so I stayed away until I was freed.
It was while I was in school which I seen my first nudist resort, Zoro Nature Park in Indiana. It was when I’d become a part of a resort in California that I recalled May’s Landing from the time my sister and I chose to go to Atlantic City instead. Possibly my family would have become nudist. I later became a nudist, but I’m the only nudist in the family.
Another storyline, when I have the time!
-George F.
Fallon, Nevada
From Skinny-Dipping to Living Clothing Free
My first real nudist encounter was in 1994 when I went to a nudist resort because I needed to go skinny dipping like I used to at the YMCA before it went coed and mandatory bathing suits.
As a youngster I were told that one didn’t go around naked, and while it was acceptable to alter clothing in the existence of other men certainly it wasn’t done in front of females.
My first concern was that I I wasn’t certain how I could be comfortable nude in front of other people for a length period of time for no reason when I felt uneasy just being nude alone. I faced this by getting used to going around my dwelling nude even when I didn’t need certainly to be.
When I arrived at the resort I was met by a nude guy in the office who registered me and gave me the advice on the resort. I was subsequently directed to a parking lot where I was met by another naked guy who was going to give me a tour of the place. I undressed before the tour because even though no one knew me, I wasn’t going to embarrass myself in public by appearing out of place.
My tour finished at the lake and because my reason for going there was so I could swim bare I went into the water.
Afterwards I took a brief walk on my own. As I passed other people a grin and “Hello” was in order, the lack of clothing was of no importance.
I returned to the lake for more swimming and sunning.
Before going home I took a warm shower in the round building that housed the showers. As the shower and adjoining hot tub made the drying place humid, I went outside. That did it for me. I was dried by the gentle breeze as well as the warm sun. That convinced me that this was how we were meant to be. There was nothing disgraceful about being bare. I completed the remaining visits and interviews as soon as I could and became a member.
Little did I know at that time how much I ‘d enjoy the relaxation of being nude. Since that visit I have joined other nudist organizations and attended lots of nudist events. I’ve been on a number of naked cruises and now live in a clothing optional community where I can be nude constantly except when it is too cold or I’m going into town.
Now, for me, being nude is my way of life.
-George W.
Paw Paw, West Virginia
First Nudist Encounter
My first nudist experience was in early June 2010. After moving to Florida the previous year I began hunting the Internet for nudist places and discovered there were several about 70 miles away. I wanted to attempt it and and did not understand if I ‘d the nerve. I went down to Paradise Lake Resort and after checking in and having a brief tour I quickly proceeded to undress in the parking lot and head over to the pool place. It wasn’ beach bum before all my fears were gone. It felt so good to enter the pool and sunbathe with no bathing suit.
I met another couple that was there for the first time and everyone was so friendly. My wife never did undress and more than likely never will. No one cares what your body looks like, it is just a relaxed feeling.
Now I’m a routine at Lake Como, can’t wait for the weather to warm up so I can head down there again. I also took part in the Skinny-Dip last summer at Lake Como and had a blast. Once you go naked it’s very hard to have to wear a bathing suit at a public beach or pool. There is nothing like the nude lifestyle!
-Tom B.
http://nudism.name/nudism.html , Florida
A Model Nudist, Component Two
I eventually modeled for the normal figure drawing course during the spring term. Alas, the young lady who’d introduced me to this new profession never saw me model. The figure drawing class was little, only five pupils, and I got very comfortable modeling for them. Toward the end of the term, the teacher asked me to model for her general drawing class. I concurred, and I was somewhat shocked when I showed up for it. The room was packed. I went ahead and took everything away and got on the model stand. The class went great, and by the time it was over, I did not desire to get dressed. Nearly everyone was quite friendly, and I wondered in case the nudity was what made people open up.
I went home that summer, and by then, I had learned to look in the classified ads of newspapers for a variety of things. I found an advertisement for a nudist camp east of Dallas called the Ponderosa Ranch. After my modeling experience, I needed to go and experience this. I went on a Tuesday in late May. I was buzzed in and told to drive to the office. As I went up the dirt road, I saw a naked woman on her knees on the ground, working in a flower garden. I went in the office and paid my day fee to the naked lady there. I went back to the vehicle and stripped down.
The camp wasn’t very crowded, but I loved the pool and hot tub. A few adolescents arrived in the day, home from school. I was not even 19 years old at the time, so these were close to my age. A couple of them disappeared, but two girls returned, naked, and went swimming. It was such a liberating experience to be nude and free around other people, particularly individuals of the opposite sex, and not feel any angst or anxiety.
When I went back to the Ponderosa, it absolutely was on a Saturday, and there were many more folks there. I stayed for the weekly dance, and found a freedom that I had never felt. I still loathe to dance with clothes on. During every trip, I hated to put clothing on and leave. And I loathed the arrival of cold weather.
I’m 44 years old now and really active in my church. I still model sometimes, and I still like to escape to a nudist resort whenever I can. I am fortunate to really have a wife who appreciates nudism with me, as well as our children have taken to it also. I don’t ever imagine a time when I could ever quit enjoying bare diversion.
-Dan H.
Fort Worth, Texas