My Story

I was not raised in a nudist family but I would go skinny dipping as a youngster growing up on a farm. When I returned from the Gulf War I decided life was too short not to try something I was always interested in. So when I learned about a nude beach near where I was stationed I went. I had a great time; it was quite a liberating experience.

I continued going and made friends. Over time I joined a club and then began going to nude resorts. I found that the people there were so open and fair and non-judgmental. I found that there were so many others just like me there and no one was there to check out others, only for the pure fun and enjoyment of relaxing without clothing. I understand that may seem hard to believe but that’s the truth. We made great friends and my family became members to that club and even now we keep our membership at a nearby club.

I just wish the people could see that we’re ordinary, regular people who only chance to relish relaxing without clothing on our time off. My grown daughter has lots of self-confidence about herself and portion of the reason is that she knows what real women look like and doesn’t feel insecure about herself. That is an immediate result of her being raised in http://x-pot.com . I think that if more people tried it they’d see what I’m talking about.

-Alan
Washington
Hiking In The Nude

Having experienced public nudity on occasion before, I’m no stranger to that feeling of once experienced, never going back. Nonetheless, I started noticing narratives about hiking naked outside west and in the Alps, first in Wikipedia, then elsewhere, seven years back.

What a simple, sensible notion that could not possibly fly on the east coast, or so I thought. I had to attempt it (bucket list in case you will). Like skinny dipping in the breeze instead of in the water. So I headed to Vermont where I could locate suitably remote terrain and legality. Well all I can say is that the encounter was transforming, like that of finding the freedom relaxation and peace of nudity for the first time, all over again.

Since that fateful moment, I have hiked, backpacked, and camped hundreds of miles on the distant trails of the northeast, in all sorts of weather. I’ve gone for as long as a week without putting on clothing in the outback during the summertime. I have trekked naked for hours at a time in the snow. I one day trekked in the nude legitimately and without troubling anyone, in a city (Toronto…CO seashore and immediate environment off season in November).

Being in the nude in the wilderness is a life affirming outdoor activity that has few rivals in my modest opinion. It sharpens your senses as well as your knowledge of your natural surroundings and those creatures that share this little section of the universe with us. Also you shortly recognize how wonderfully adept our bodies are, as delivered by our Creator, at adapting the challenges of our surroundings. Perspiration direction is a wind. Creatures of the forest come closer and take your presence more easily. I once had a moose cross my course, and pause, not more than three arms lengths in front of me. We stared at each other for the better part of three minutes, both smoothly taking each others’ right to be there. Eventually I spoke up and apologized to Mr Moose for http://crazypublic.com , the same greeting that I usually use in my infrequent meetings with textiles. With that he took one final unconcerned look at me and ambled off, crashing through the underbrush.

Unforgettable!

Long distance hikers are taking, even encouraging, of my taste. I pick my times and places, in order to avoid having to explain the numerous pleasures of hiking in the buff to anxious parents with kids in tow. Portion of the ethic of this form of outdoor recreation is recognition and regard for the feelings of others less comfortable with the idea. I go out of my way to avoid “clothed confrontations”. Alas, life is not perfect and those occasional “sightings” by unsuspecting others, of my unadorned body have been pleasant and positive events. Once seen, I don’t cover up(sends incorrect message) Freehiking can be a social or a solo action. It suits my lifestyle and work schedule as it can be tucked into my days away, spontaneously as time permits, most any time of the year.

Nudism supports creativity. Freehiking is worth adding to your bucket list. – Dan

-Dan
Randolph, Massachusetts
First Time

I was in the park in a wooded region. It was concealed. I got my clothes off and took a walk. It was a amazing experience. I kept doing it.

-Paul
Canton, Ohio
First-Time Nudist

My first societal-nudist encounter was at a clothing-optional hot tub in Quad Cities, Iowa. Before arriving I understood the tub would be Clothes Optional, but I believed that meant that a number of the people would choose the choice of being bare and some would choose the the alternative of wearing a bathing suit. I ‘d choose to do the latter, although I had no issue seeing my buddies naked.

When I was brought to the bath, I saw that EVERY ONE of the people in the tub was nude. WHAT TO DO??? I thought “What the heck. I will attempt it once.” Within 30 seconds I was hooked for life.

I spent the next 17 years visiting every nudist resort and nude beach that I could squeeze into my small vacation time.

Eventually, in 1999 I retired and I have lived for the past 10 years at a clothing-optional resort in AZ (SLR). The host of the hot tub celebration that began all this, moved here three years ago from Iowa.

-Judy Mac
New River, Arizona
My First Time

I was a adolescent boy in the mid-60’s and I simply got out of the shower. My mom was watching TV in the den and I wondered what her reaction would be if I went around nude. So I went in the room where she was and sat down right across from her. She asked me why I was not dressed and I told her I was more comfortable not wearing clothing. She said that was ok with her if I wanted to be a nudist.

Then I went in the back yard and sun bathed nude. I’ve been a nudist all these years but my wife does not understand it. I go nude in my home as frequently as possible, even when her friends visit.

-Curled
St. Louis, Missouri

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