hangouts in general. Now, as a youthful kids, closer to infancy, I recall we always made like Tommy from the Rugrats and continuously stripped our clothes off. Our parents ran around the house trying to pick up the articles of clothing as we ran by them, tossing off something else. (Eventually they taped all our clothing on with duct tape and then further fastened us to our high chair with said tape. Your parents did not tape you? Oh, well then I might’ve only been among the fortunate ones. Oh I jest, calm down) As a
Kid, I had to go through my parents divorce, then the difficult decision of trying to work out who to live with. Initially, I resided with my mom for a couple years. I still recall all the different roommates we had living with us homosexual, straight, male or female, http://x-nudism.com from many walks of life. One roommate, whom I still have as a good buddy in my entire life, was a gentleman (whom well call George) who practiced nudism. Well, not that you have to “practice being nude” since we all are under our clothing anyhow, but those who favor that lifestyle do often discard those outer garments a lot! To his credit, instead of only being naked all the time, he always made sure that it would be okay with the rest of the roommates including my mom, my sister and I, before he appeared undressed, so that everybody in the house wouldnt be too bothered when he was “practicing his lifestyle.” as soon as I wanted to have non-nudist friends over, I would be sure to inform him so in advance and he would instantly go throw on a pair of short pants with no grievance. So the system we had in http://videonudism.com/suntan worked just fine.
My mom was very openly enthused about nudity also, along with all those other taboo topics that come up awkwardly when youre a teen when talking 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 house not that being naked was a huge thing. ( I have no doubt if our President and his staff ran around naked, the countrys reaction would be one of complete approval!)] Mom was a “not everywhere, not all the time” nudist, meaning she liked to hang out at home naked, run across the backyard nude, but not run around a nudist park. Societal nudity outside with several hundred other folks just wasnt her thing.
It was, nevertheless, 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 replied enthusiastically about it as being fine as well as an enjoyable area, but I wasnt quite ready yet. He made a standing invitation for my mom, my sister and I to go whenever we determined it was time, but he’d not do so without my mothers written permission and with everyone’s complete understanding of what the behaviour rules were there. Eventually, perhaps a year after, my mom and sister did go with him, and appreciated the experience very much. But by then I ‘d moved out as well as lived with my dad and stepmom and was being raised in a fairly sheltered, spiritual kind of manner. This whole nudist thing didnt seem sinful, but modesty was drilled into my head, so I was less receptive to the concept of being nude around others until several years later.
Then came the “Great Rebellion of Age Fourteen,” and one day while hanging out at my mothers house I finally got the guts to ask George if I really 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 mom, and it was, so off we went to the nudist park! Being the shy, awkward kid I was, I did not run around chucking my clothes right away. Rather, I think the first few times I secured myself in the pool and seldom left it, except perhaps to play a game of badminton. (Yes,I played badminton as a kid. You didn’t? Oh yes, so back to nude badminton…) It wasnt that I was uneasy in the area, because everyone was extremely nice and encouraging. I guess I played badminton to stop from staring at people. It is hard not to stare at fifty or so folks lounging about like lizards in the sun without a shred of clothing on. Specially when you are fourteen. Obviously, when you are fourteen, you also thank the gods for your youth and taut skin. One thing I understand I can thank the nudists for were their parties.
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Click to viewIt is uncanny how many parties they throw. There must be something in between!” Then they recognize 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’re hard to find).
On one such vacation, 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 pulled across your buttocks, well let me tell you, it tickles! I decided to get up enough courage to get the gentleman paint a dragon from my shoulder to just under my rear. It looked lovely, really! Everyone was telling me how amazing it seemed, on me and just in general. I believe even a German television crew was there filming the festivities. Those Germans, they will put anything on television – even a lot of ol’ naked folks. But so I pranced around all day, showing off my backside to every adoring onlooker.
After that I made many return visits and then I began looking forward to it practically every weekend, as I had made many friends there of all ages, and appreciated being able to just lounge about in the sun. I enjoyed it so much, after a few years I quietly began 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 in the time (even though he proved to be a whole lot more religiously repressed than I ever was.) And still later that summer, I brought an Internet buddy from Ohio while he visited to share his first day of social nudity with our club members. Over the next few years, I invited quite a few pals to join me in the resort, and all of them wound up having a great experience! As it is possible to view, this lifestyle is some thing which now I love sharing with people I know. As a young woman, I have finally moved out on my own, and I appreciate running around my very own house nude whenever I get the opportunity (and at my mothers house whenever I return to visit.) I’m now proud to say I’m a Nudist (with a capital “N”), and I ‘ve 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 wonderful day and I Have a great balcony that is calling to me.