hangouts in general. Now, as a young kids, closer to infancy, I remember we consistently made like Tommy from the Rugrats and constantly stripped our clothes away. Our parents ran round the house trying to pick up the articles of clothing as we ran by them, tossing off something else. (Eventually they recorded all our clothing on with duct tape and then further fixed us to our high chair with said tape. Your parents didn’t tape you? Oh, well then I might’ve only been one of the lucky ones. Oh I jest, calm down) As a
Kid, I had to go through http://x-nudism.com , then the difficult decision of trying to figure out who to live with. Initially, I lived with my mom for a couple years. I still remember all the various roommates we’d living with us homosexual, straight, male or female, people from many walks of life. For that I thank her because I grew up being socially well-rounded with many different belief systems and lifestyles around me. One roommate, whom I still have as a good friend in my entire life, was a gentleman (whom well call George) who practiced nudism. Well, not that you’ve got to “practice being naked” since we all are under our clothes anyhow, but people who prefer that lifestyle do tend to discard those outer garments a lot! To his credit, instead of only being naked on a regular basis, he consistently made sure that it would be fine with all the other roommates including my mother, my sister and I, before he seemed undressed, so that everybody in the house wouldnt be too disturbed when he was “practicing his lifestyle.” Of course as a young girl, the sight of a naked man running round the house can be something of a giggle, but because of how I had been brought up, I wasnt troubled by it. as soon as I wanted to have non-nudist friends over, I’d be sure to inform him so ahead of time and he would promptly go throw on a set of short pants without a grievance. So the system we had in the family worked just fine.
My mom was very openly enthusiastic about nudity also, along with all those other taboo topics that come up awkwardly when youre a teen when discussing with your parents. To her credit, instead of waiting until my sister and I reached our teenager years, she made sure that we knew about different things that go on in other peoples houses, behind closed doors, and even in our dwelling not that being nude was a huge thing. ( I have no doubt if our President and his staff ran around naked, the countrys reaction would be one of complete acceptance!)] Mom was a “not everywhere, not all the time” nudist, meaning she liked to hang out at home nude, run across the backyard nude, but not run around a nudist park. Societal nudity outside with several hundred other folks merely wasnt her thing.
It was, however, Georges thing, and he belonged to a local nudist resort and spent most weekends there. I recall asking him about the area and he always replied enthusiastically about it as being nice and also a fun place, but I wasnt quite ready yet. He made a standing invitation for my mother, my sister and I to go whenever we decided it was time, but he would not do so without my moms written permission and with everyone’s entire knowledge of what the conduct rules were there. Eventually, perhaps a year later, my mom and sister did go with him, and enjoyed the experience very much. But by then I had moved out as well as lived with my dad and stepmom and was being raised in a rather sheltered, religious kind of manner. This entire nudist matter didnt look sinful, but modesty was drilled into my head, so I was less receptive to the notion of being nude around others until a couple of years later.
Afterward came the “Great Rebellion of Age Fourteen,” and one day while hanging out at my mothers house I finally got the guts to ask George if I really could go with him to this nudist resort and see what all the fuss was about. We both made sure it was fine with my mother, and it was, so away we went to the nudist park! Being the shy, clumsy child I was, I did not run around chucking my clothes right away. Rather, I think the first couple of times I fastened myself in the pool and scarcely left it, except maybe to play a game of badminton. (Yes,I played badminton as a kid. You did not? Gosh you really missed out! Oh yes, so back to nude badminton…) It wasnt that I was uncomfortable in the area, because everyone was really pleasant and supportive. I guess I played badminton to avoid staring at people. It is hard not to stare at fifty or so people lounging about like lizards in the sun without a shred of clothing on. Specially when you are fourteen. Naturally, when you’re fourteen, you also thank the gods for your youth and taut skin. One thing I know I can thank the nudists for were their celebrations.
It’s uncanny how many parties they throw. I think they sit in front of a calendar saying ‘Alright, so Halloween is coming up at the end of the month, then there is Thanksgiving, but damnit! There has to be something in between!” Then they realize there’s Election Day (which isn’t really something to observe these days), Veteran’s Day, and Eid Al-Fitr (for all you fasting nudists out therethough they’re difficult to locate). Those days are celebratory enough, so they throw a bash and have a lot of food and sit around drinking their cocktails, eating everything in sight (at least I did), and celebrating their nakedness, er I mean the vacation at hand.
On one such holiday, I can’t remember which, they had one really talented member of the resort staff doing body painting on anyone who was interested. Now, if you have never had a paintbrush dragged across your bum, well let me tell you, it tickles! I made the decision to get up enough guts to get the gentleman paint a dragon from my shoulder to simply under my back. It looked http://b-boyz.com/nudist-movies.html , really! Everyone was telling me how awesome it appeared, on me and only in general. I believe even a German television crew was there filming the festivities. Those Germans, they’ll put anything on television – even a lot of ol’ naked people. But so I pranced around all day, displaying my backside to every adoring onlooker. Afterwards, much of my body shyness dissipated after that day.
After that I made many return visits and then I started looking forward to it practically every weekend, as I had made many friends there of all ages, and enjoyed being able to simply lounge about in the sun. I loved it so much, after a few years I gently started telling some of my friends about it. To my surprise many were interested themselves, and eventually I brought to the resort a girl friend from high school. Later the same year I brought there my boyfriend at the time (even though he proved to be a whole lot more religiously repressed than I ever was.) And still later that summer, I brought an Internet buddy from Ohio while he visited to share his first day of social nudity with our club members. During the the next couple of years, I invited quite several buddies to join me in the resort, and all of them wound up having an excellent experience! As you can observe, this lifestyle is something which now I love sharing with people I know. As a young woman, I’ve finally moved out on my own, and I appreciate running around my own house nude whenever I get the opportunity (and at my moms house whenever I return to visit.) I’m now proud to say I’m a Nudist (with a capital “N”), and I have my mom and her roommate George to thank for it, those many years ago.
That all being said, I believe I ‘ve some sunning to do. It’s a quite lovely day and I Have a great balcony that is calling to me.