I was raised in a very humble home. Total 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. Perhaps that’s why nudity fascinated me as a teen (beyond the standard curiosity about sex, etc.).

Somewhere around seventh grade, I began reading fantasy novels by Edgar Rice Burroughs and Conan books by Robert E. Howard. The covers of these paperback books featured fantastic paintings by Frank Frazetta or Boris Vallejo. Many of them included nudity by members of both sexes. The nudity wasn’t 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 definitely not advantageous.

The stories in the novels featured scenes of casual nudity fairly often, notably the Martian books of Edgar Rice Burroughs. Both John Carter (from Earth) as well as the Martian characters believed nothing of running around in the altogether. In reality, the John Carter character’s method of transportation to Mars consistently involved him waking up naked somewhere on earth. My young mind wondered what such a place would be like, where one could be free to be oneself and not be ashamed.

I had only learned of “nudist colonies” as if they were a distant occurrence (the movie “A Shot in the Dark” being the most famous reference). In high school, I heard rumors that there was a nudist camp somewhere in our county, but in the days before the Net, a teenager like me had no clue where to go to learn more.

While I was there, I met a young lady who was an art major. She mentioned in passing that she drew nude models in her figure drawing class. The idea of modeling for this type of category was both frightening and exciting at exactly the same time. I ventured around to the art building and saw a sheet on a bulletin board advertising for versions. They were paying five dollars, which, at the time, was better than any other occupation I could get. My drawings were horrible, but I wasn’t overly interested in drawing. I needed to observe a session and see how the model behaved, was handled, etc. It took me awhile to gather 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 wanted someone to cover. I taken somewhat unwillingly. Once I hung up the telephone, I recognized the course started in less than an hour.

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I didn’t even have a robe, but the female model I had detected had not had one either. I simply stripped down beside the modeling platform. I got down to my knickers, took a deep breath, and slipped them away. Both women did not run screaming that there was a nude man in the room.

-Dan H.
Fort Worth, Texas
Surprised the Manager

My lovely wife and I were interested in trying out the nudist experience. While in Ohio, on vacation, we decided to see Paradise Gardens (outside Cincinnati). When we drove up the road, passed through the gates and found a parking place, we couldn’t see the office, only a sign pointing to where it was.

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

Yes, we were, and we definitely appreciated our say at the gardens.

-Juan
Pennsylvania
OY VEY! My Jewish Mother

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

(Pirates Cove in Malibu). He needed me to go with him. I thought he was crazy. I resisted at first, but then he finally talked me into it. He promised we’d leave if I couldn’t handle it.

I climbed http://rudefly.us with trepidation. It took me perhaps 20 seconds to take my clothes away. That entire summer was like the summer that I fell in love with myself and my body for the very first time ever.

I missed it. I felt like something was missing. No one would go with me. Eventually, at 42, some friends admitted to me that they were nudists; and that they belong to Glen Eden. My reaction was pure excitement.

We arranged it for the following weekend. I was so excited that I made myself sick. Nothing was going to prevent me. I went anyway, and that was the day I rediscovered myself-the day I became truly alive and whole again. That was 1993. Now, I live in a nudist resort in Land O’ Lakes, Florida; and I am so fortunate in order to dwell here. As a single gal, I feel safe.

– http://videonudism.com/voyeur were curious, apprehensive and frightened, all at the same time. We researched various alternatives and chose “The Terra Cotta Inn” at Palm Springs for our first time trip. Once we walked in, it was apparent this wasn’t going to be our normal vacation.

After a few minutes, we ventured outside and my wife was confident she’d leave the bottom half of her swim suit on. After less than 5 minutes, she saw that she was the only man with anything on and immediately took them off.

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

If you have thought of trying it, stop thinking and begin planning. You won’t regret it.

-DJ
California
This Altered My Life

One day when my parents weren’t home I was in my robe alone in the house. I would get two weeks home alone and it was summer so when they left I went outside and let the robe drop to the earth. I understood the cool summer breeze and the way that it felt so good so I got into the hot tub. Amazing!

For the remainder of that summer I did not put on garments. My parents were scared initially but they recognized this was what made me happy.

-Danielle
Doylestown, Pennsylvania