hangouts in general. Now, as a young kids, closer to infancy, I recall we always made like Tommy from the Rugrats and continuously stripped our clothes off. Our parents ran round the home attempting to pick up the articles of clothing as we ran by them, tossing off something different. (Eventually they taped all our clothes on with duct tape and then further fixed us to our high chair with said tape. http://videonudism.com didn’t tape you? Oh, well then I might’ve only been among the fortunate ones. Oh I jest, calm down) As a
child, I had to go through my parents divorce, then the awkward conclusion of trying to figure out who to live with. In the beginning, I resided with my mom for a couple years. I still recall all the different roommates we’d living with us homosexual, straight, male or female, individuals from many walks of life. For that I thank her because I grew up being socially well rounded with a variety of belief systems and lifestyles around me. One roommate, whom I still have as a good buddy in my life, was a gentleman (whom well call George) who practiced nudism. Well, not that you have to “practice being naked” since we all are under our clothes anyhow, but those who prefer that lifestyle do often shed those outer garments a lot! To his credit, instead of simply being nude on a regular basis, he always made sure that it would be alright with the rest of the roommates including my mother, my sister and I, before he seemed undressed, so that everybody in the house wouldnt be too worried when he was “practicing his lifestyle.” Of course as a young girl, the sight of http://videonudism.com/hot/nakedbeachsex.php running throughout the house can be something of a giggle, but because of how I had been brought up, I wasnt bothered by it. When I needed to have non-nudist friends over, I would be sure to tell him so ahead of time and he’d immediately go throw on a set of shorts without a criticism. So the system we had in the family worked just fine.
My mother was very openly excited about nudity additionally, along with all those other taboo topics that come up awkwardly when youre a teenager when speaking with your parents. To her credit, instead of waiting until my sister and I reached our adolescent years, she made sure that we understood 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 nude, the countrys reaction would be one of absolute approval!)] Mom was a “not everywhere, not all the time” nudist, meaning she liked to hang out at home naked, run around the backyard naked, but not run around a nudist park. Social nudity outdoors with several hundred other people simply 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 answered enthusiastically about it as being fine as well as an enjoyable place, but I wasnt quite ready yet. He made a standing invitation for my mother, my sister and I to go whenever we determined it was time, however he would not do so without my moms written permission and with everyone’s complete knowledge of what the conduct rules were there. Eventually, maybe a year later, my mother and sister did go with him, and enjoyed the experience very much. But by then I had moved out and lived with my father and stepmom and was being raised in a rather sheltered, spiritual sort of manner. This entire nudist matter didnt look sinful, but modesty was drilled into my head, so I was less amenable to the concept of being naked around others until a few years afterwards.
Afterward came the “Great Rebellion of Age Fourteen,” and one day while hanging out at my mothers house I finally got the nerve to ask George if I could go with him to this nudist resort and see what all the fuss was about. We both made sure it was good with my mother, and it was, so away we went to the nudist park! Being the shy, awkward kid I was, I didn’t run around chucking my clothes right away. Instead, I think the first few times I fastened myself in the pool and seldom left it, except maybe to play a game of badminton. (Yes,I played badminton as a child. You didn’t? Gosh you really missed out! Oh yes, so back to nude badminton…) It wasnt that I was uneasy in the place, because everyone was extremely nice and supportive. I suppose I played badminton to avoid staring at people. It is hard not to stare at fifty or so folks lounging about like lizards in the sun with no shred of clothing on. Specially when you are fourteen. Obviously, 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 bashes.
It’s uncanny how many parties they throw. I think they sit in front of a calendar saying ‘Ok, so Halloween is coming up at the end of the month, then there’s Thanksgiving, but damnit! There must be something in between!” Then they realize there is Election Day (which is not actually something to celebrate these days), Veteran’s Day, and Eid Al-Fitr (for all you fasting nudists out therethough they are tough to find). Those days are celebratory enough, so they throw a party and have lots of food and sit around drinking their cocktails, eating everything in sight (at least I did), and observing their nakedness, er I mean the vacation at hand.
On one such holiday, I can not remember which, they’d one very 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 butt, well let me tell you, it tickles! I decided to get up enough nerve to possess the gentleman paint a dragon from my shoulder to simply under my back. It looked lovely, really! Everyone was telling me how amazing it appeared, on me and just in general. I believe even a German television crew was there filming the festivities. Those Germans, they’ll put anything on television – even a bunch of ol’ naked people. But so I pranced around all day, showing off my backside to each adoring onlooker. Subsequently, 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 just lounge about in the sun. I enjoyed it so much, after a couple of 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. After the same year I brought there my boyfriend at the time (even though he proved to be much more religiously repressed than I ever was.) And still later that summer, I brought an Internet friend from Ohio while he seen to share his first day of social nudity with our club members. During the next few years, I encouraged quite a few buddies to join me in the resort, and all of them wound up having a fantastic experience! As you can see, 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 enjoy running around my very own house naked whenever I get the chance (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 have some sunning to do. It is a rather lovely day and I’ve a great balcony that is calling to me.