I was helping set up security for the 1996 Olympics in Atlanta. I was at the Hard Rock Cafe in Atlanta talking with a couple. Told them I needed to get away for the weekend. They gave me a number and name to call of a fine resort close by that had a pool, hot tub and incredibly friendly folks. As they left they told me it was a nudist resort.
I thought about it and decided to attempt it and went that weekend. Adored the experience and also the folks I met. They made me feel so welcome and everything appeared so natural. When my daughter came down to work security with me I told here where I’d gone and she needed to go with me.
We went the following weekend and spent two days there. We were solicited and even though we could proceed to the opening Olympic service free, we watched 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 place we visited some local nudist resorts and felt at home. My lovely 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 roamed about the Resort. I introduced myself and admitted 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 opening and welcome to the nudist community!
Sierra Vista, Arizona
My Biggest Regret
Being naked has ever been quite natural to me, I can recall when I was perhaps 4 or 5 only needing to be nude. Nothing has changed 40 years afterwards, it simply feels “normal” to me.
I did my homework online and 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 lovely and I was prepared to get nude. It was about a 2 hour drive and of course all I was thinking about was getting there and jumping in the pool nude. YIPEEE! But as I got close my tummy was becoming more distressed from my nerves. I starting thinking about turning around and heading home but just kept driving. I truly needed to feel the sun on my nude body and go swimming nude, after all it was a delightful day.
As I pulled up to the gate I thought I was really going to throw up and at that point I really needed to talk myself into going forward. When the staff replied photos of young nudists and told me to come to the office to get checked in I just kept telling myself it was going to be wonderful 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 upward by the pool and I was about to be one of them! I stood by my truck appearing occupied for about 10 minutes without taking anything off and eventually I understood it was time to take ALL my clothing off 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 becoming more confident with every step.
I had to take a shower before getting into the pool and it absolutely was 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 remainder of the day in http://x-public.com 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 naked and I am sure it revealed that it was my first time but by the time I had 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 actually don’t have the “regular” body. I’m a large man, need to lose excess weight and had feared I might be laughed at or folks 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 do not care about me, its just that nobody cares what your body looks like. I waited for such a long time to visit a nudist resort because I didn’t have the “perfect”body. I am yet to see the “perfect” body but I ‘ve meet a number of the best people I’ll ever meet in my entire life. When you are naked with other people it is as real as it gets and I’ve found that nudists are as fine as folks come.
So this is why I titled this “My Biggest Regret” because I repent that I waited so long to get out and be nude with other like-minded people. If the idea has ever crossed your mind, simply go get naked. You wont regret it.
from the time that I was a teenager I had always learned about nudist beaches and camps, but I never knew where to find them. This was before the Internet age. In the mid ’90s I had access to the Internet and chat rooms. I met a woman on the chat website who told me about visiting a nude beach. I asked about how I could locate one in my state. She told me about a site where I could picture a guide book which describes the locations of swimming holes and seashores.
After purchasing this I read about a beach at Martha’s Vineyard. Some time after I finally had an opportunity to get out there with my at the time girlfriend. Finally I located the beach I was searching for after the ferry ride and bus ride across the island. I remember how natural everyone looked and how I was keen to join in the fun. The blanket was hardly on the earth 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 comfy too.
I felt like I was on a level playing field with everyone else. Since then I have been seeing nudist campgrounds and coming to the Vineyard as much as really possible. I have hated wearing bathing suits ever since.
My Nudist History
The following is a history of my nudist encounter with some thoughts for all 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 ‘d ever describe myself as a nudist. I remember the very first time that I heard the term nudist. I was under ten years old and my friend Randy told me, true or not, about a lady who was stopped on the Golden Gate Bridge driving nude on her way to a “nudist colony.” The entire thing shocked me to the stage that I still remember where I was when he told me. I could not imagine why grown people would desire to be nude, notably in a location called a nudist colony. It undoubtedly was something I ‘d never be involved in.
First Time Naked Outdoors
I remember, some years afterwards, about age 12, sleeping over at Randy’s house in his backyard in sleeping bags and on a mutual dare we each walked, one at a time, naked up his long moonlit driveway. He became more daring and even rode his bike up the driveway bare. This was merely boys experimenting and playing and we understood that we did not desire to be found so there was an element of risk and fear of being found that overshadowed everything.
Personal Nudity, My Own Skin
Within a couple of years I found that easing my pajamas off after going to sleep and sleeping nude felt fantastic. It felt free and I loved the feeling of the bed sheets on my naked skin I soon started removing my clothing when my parents were outside so that I could walk across the house nude, rushing to put my clothes back on when I heard the garage door go up on their return. Again this felt fantastic but by necessity stayed my mystery. Soon, on some evenings, I managed to sneak out my bedroom window in the middle of the night and enjoy the night air nude. We lived in a built up neighborhood on a hill with open space supporting the house. At first I ‘d roam the grassy hillside in back of the house feeling the cool breezes on my skin. I particularly liked rainy nighttime. The sound of the storm made me feel more secure about not being found going out the window and I adored the feeling of rain on my naked skin. Later I would walk through the neighborhood, clothed, up to a dead end street having a more open hillside where I could throw off my clothes and walk bare in a bigger place. I knew the terrain very well and one night I was especially audacious and did a large loop walking with that area for over half a mile in a circle onto paved roads (but where homes were not built right on the road) on the other side of the hill and back to my clothes that I’d left behind. I can’t believe I did this or that, as a teenager, I didn’t get caught.
San Francisco, California