I was helping set up security for the 1996 Olympics in Atlanta. I was at the Hard Rock Cafe in Atlanta speaking with a couple. Told them I needed to get away for the weekend. They gave me a number and name to call of a nice resort close by that had a pool, hot tub and incredibly friendly people. As they left they told me it was a nudist resort.
I thought about it and chose to try it and went that weekend. Loved the encounter as well as 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 wanted to go with me. We went the following weekend and spent two days there. We were solicited and even though we could visit the opening Olympic service 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 visits 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 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 always been quite natural to me, I can recall when I was maybe 4 or 5 just wanting to be naked. Nothing has changed 40 years after, it just feels “normal” to me.
I did my assignments 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 naked. 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 nude 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 answered 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 really couldn’t believe it. I was looking at naked people up by the pool and I was going to be one of them! I stood by my truck looking active for about 10 minutes without taking anything off and finally 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 getting more confident with each step.
I had to take a shower before getting into the pool and it turned out to be a QUICK one. The showers are about 10 feet from the pool and I bet 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 naked in a pool but it was my first time being with other people nude and I am certain it demonstrated that it was my first time but by the time I ‘d left that day I felt like I had known some of the people for a long time.
The reason that this excursion was such a big deal for me was because I do not have the “normal” body. I’m a huge man, need to lose excess weight and had worried I might be laughed at or individuals 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 such a long time to go to a nudist resort because I did not have the “perfect”body. I’m yet to see the “perfect” body but I have meet a number of the best people I’ll 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 individuals come.
So this is the reason why I labeled this “My Biggest Rue” because I regret that I waited so long to get out and be naked with other like-minded individuals. If the idea has ever crossed your mind, just go get naked. You wont regret it.
from the time that I was a teen I ‘d always heard 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 website who told me about seeing a nude beach. I asked about how I really could locate one in my state. She told me about a site where I could imagine a guide book which describes the locations of swimming holes and beaches.
After purchasing 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. Finally I found the shore I was searching for after the ferry ride and bus ride across the island. I remember how natural everyone looked and how I was ready to join in the fun. The blanket was just on the ground when my clothes came off. I loved the liberating feeling of the wind on my body and being able to jump in the ocean naturally. My girlfriend finally got comfortable also.
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. http://videonudism.com/hot have hated wearing bathing suits ever since.
My Nudist History
The following is a history of my nudist encounter with some thoughts for those investigating nudism as a lifestyle choice:
“Nudist” A Brand 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 would ever describe myself as a nudist. I remember the first time I heard the term nudist. I was under 10 years old and my buddy Randy told me, true 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 me. I couldn’t imagine why grown folks would desire to be bare, notably in a place called a nudist colony. It definitely was something I ‘d never be involved in.
First Time Nude Outside
I remember, 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 bare. This was only boys testing and playing and we understood that we did not wish to be found so there was an element of risk and fear of being found that overshadowed everything.
Private Nudity, My Own Skin
Within a few years I found that easing my pajamas away after going to http://videonudism.com 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 around the house nude, racing to put my clothes back on when I heard the garage door go up on their return. Again this felt fantastic but by importance stayed my secret. Shortly, on some evenings, I was able to sneak out my bedroom window in the centre 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 ‘d roam the grassy hillside in back of the house feeling the cool breezes on my skin. I particularly liked wet nights. The noise of the storm made me feel more secure about not being caught going out the window and I loved the feeling of rain on my naked skin. After 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 nude in a bigger area. I knew the terrain very well and one night I was especially bold and did a huge loop walking with that area for over half a mile in a circle onto paved roads (but where dwellings were not built right on the street) on the other side of the hill and back to my clothing that I had left behind. I can’t believe I did this or that, as a teenager, I did not get caught.
San Francisco, California