I was helping set up security for the 1996 Olympics in Atlanta. I was at the Hard Rock Cafe in Atlanta speaking with a couple. Told them I needed to get away for the weekend. They gave me a number and name to call of a nice resort close by that had a pool, hot tub and extremely friendly folks. As they left they told me it was a nudist resort.
I thought about it and decided to try it and went that weekend. Loved the encounter and the people I met. They made me feel so welcome and everything looked so natural. When my daughter came down to work security with me I told here where I had gone and she wanted to go with me. We went the following weekend and spent two days there. We were solicited and even though we could visit the opening Olympic ceremony free, we saw 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 area 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 sees every year to live the nudist lifestyle.
June 1st, 2009. I made my way to Mira Vista Resort in Tucson, signed in, took my clothes off and drifted about the Resort. I introduced myself and confessed 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 introduction and welcome to the nudist community!
Sierra Vista, Arizona
My Biggest Regret
Being nude has always been quite natural to me, I can remember when I was perhaps 4 or 5 merely needing to be naked. Nothing has altered 40 years after, it simply feels “normal” to me.
I did my assignments online and also 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 ready 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 belly was getting more upset from my nerves. I starting thinking about turning around and heading family nudists but just kept driving. I truly needed to feel the sun on my nude body and go swimming naked, after all it turned out to be a wonderful 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 the buzzer 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 couldn’t believe it. I was looking at naked people upward by the pool and I was going to be one of these! I stood by my truck looking occupied for about 10 minutes without taking anything away 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 turned out to be a QUICK one. The showers are about 10 feet from the pool and I wager I made it in about 2 steps after I shut the shower off. I spent the rest of the day in the pool 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 nude and I am sure it demonstrated that it was my first time but by the time I ‘d left that day I felt like I ‘d known some of the folks for a long time.
The reason that this excursion was such a huge deal for me was because I do not have the “regular” body. I am a big man, need to drop some weight and had worried I might be laughed at or individuals 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 so long to visit a nudist resort because I didn’t have the “perfect”body. I’m yet to see the “perfect” body but I ‘ve meet a number of the best people I’ll ever meet in my life. When you’re naked with other folks 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 Sorrow” because I regret that I waited so long to get out and be naked with other like minded individuals. If the idea has ever crossed your mind, just go get naked. You wont regret it.
Since I was a teenager I had always heard 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 girl on the chat site 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 visualize a guide book which describes the places of swimming holes and beaches.
After buying 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 seashore I was looking for after the ferry ride and bus ride on the other side of the island. I remember how natural everyone appeared and how I was keen to join in the fun. The blanket was just on the ground 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 eventually got comfy too.
I felt like I was on a level playing field with everyone else. Since then I’ve 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 experience with some ideas for all those investigating nudism as a lifestyle option:
“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 not have imagined I would ever describe myself as a nudist. I recall the very first time that I heard http://nudeyes.com . I was under 10 years old and my buddy Randy told me, true or not, about a woman who was stopped on the Golden Gate Bridge driving nude on her way to a “nudist colony.” The whole thing shocked me to the point that I still remember where I was when he told me. I couldn’t imagine why grown people would need to be bare, notably in a area called a nudist colony. It undoubtedly was something I ‘d never be involved in.
First Time Nude Outside
I remember, some years after, about age 12, sleeping over at Randy’s house in his backyard in sleeping bags and on a common dare we each walked, one at a time, nude up his long moonlit drive. He became more daring and even rode his bike up the drive nude. This was just boys experimenting and playing and we knew that we did not desire to be found so there was an element of risk and anxiety of being found that overshadowed everything.
Private Nudity, My Own Skin
Within a couple of years I discovered that easing my pajamas away after going to bed and sleeping nude felt amazing. It felt free and I adored the feeling of the bed sheets on my bare skin I soon started removing my clothing when my parents were out 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 remained my mystery. Soon, on some evenings, I managed to sneak out my bedroom window at the center of the night and enjoy the nighttime atmosphere nude. We lived in a built-up neighborhood on a hill with open space supporting the house. At first I would roam the grassy hillside in back of the home feeling the cool breezes on my skin. I particularly liked rainy nights. The sound of the storm made me feel more secure about not being caught going out the window and I adored the feeling of rain on my bare skin. Afterwards 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 particularly daring and did a huge loop walking from that spot for over half a mile in a circle onto paved roads (but where dwellings weren’t built right on the street) on the different side of the hill and back to my clothes that I’d left behind. I can not believe I did this or that, as a teenager, I did not get found.
San Francisco, California