Attention all nudists! When you go hiking, always bring a compassand a towel!

I learned this lesson the hard way.
It was late springtime in 2001 and I chose to investigate the hills over the new Elysium property in Malibu, California. Elysium had relocated merely a couple of months before from its 30-year home in Topanga after the daughters of its own late founder, Ed Lange, decided to sell. Betty and Sandy Meltzer, longtime Elysium Board members, had bought 27 acres of largely undeveloped land about 20 miles to the west and relocated the nudist resort there.
The Malibu property was next to what hikers understand as The Backbone Trail, a 100-mile footpath that snakes through the Santa Monica Mountains and rings the Los Angeles basin. The most popular trail provides hikers and nature lovers a magnificent way to relish the region’s flora and fauna in its natural state. This particular day was overcast, yet warm, a perfect day to go hiking, or so I believed. I had hiked the Malibu property and parts of the Backbone Trail many times before and never ran into anybody. Usually I’d wear tennis shoes and also a baseball cap and carry a bottle of water and also a towel (just in case I ran into someone). Today, nevertheless, I wanted to be adventurous. I liked to trek without wearing or carrying anything, to be totally nude! No tennis shoes, no towel, no baseball cap, no water bottle. Nothing but the trail and me.
As I had done many times before, I walked beyond the property line and onto the Backbone Trail. As I developed on my hike, I started to see the fog rolling in from the coast. It was not long before I chose to turn around and head back. Perhaps half an hour or so later, the fog had rolled in so that the visibility I ‘d was no more than ten feet. After another hour or so, I recognized view had been walking around in circles. I didn’t know which way was West (the ocean) and I could not locate the Elysium Property. I also started to worry since the temperature regularly falls dramatically in the evenings in the hills of Malibu.
What if I cant find my way back during day? I continued on the trail, now going in a direction I just knew was erroneous. After another hour or so, I heard what sounded like farm equipment, a tractor possibly. Afterward a house appeared out of the fog. I considered to myself, I got two choices. If I go down the hill to the house, the individuals there may call the police. If I stay up on the trail, I may still be walking after the sun goes down and freeze.

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I made the choice to go down the hill toward the house.
As I continued down the hill, I saw a guy and also a girl. I stopped and I yelled you-who! As the man and girl looked up and saw me I said, Im lost and I need a towel. I went on to say I’m not crazy. My friends let me trek nude on their property.
Then I grinned. The girl said that she’d get and walked to the home. The guy just looked up at me and didn’t say a thing.
When the girl came back with a towel along with a tshirt, I continued my walk down the hill and toward their property. I thanked the girl as I wrapped the towel around my waist and put on the t shirt. Then I asked which way was the road. The girl pointed and said, Its that manner.
I’ve frequently wondered what went through the mind of that woman. I suppose she could have just as easily called the cops as help me. On the other hand, dwelling up in a remote portion of the Santa Monica Mountains, Ill wager she has seen lots of unexpected things and met lots of interesting people who have wandered off the Backbone Trail. I can only theorize what her variation of the encounter is when she tells her friends about the day a bare man came down the hill toward their home and asked for a towel and directions. On the other hand, perhaps she did not think it was uncommon at all. Ill never understand.
So if you ever find yourself naked and lost in the mountains, just remain calm, and remember, sometimes a huge grin will cover a lot!

his is my guy Kyle and that is a huge cruiser behind him

I’ve been a timid guy my entire life. I can recall my preschool when I was the most self-conscious child in the class. It’s always been challenging for me to make friends and while which wasn’t always the greatest thing ever, I really believe that this was not half bad because it made with those few people I did become friends with. When it was time for me to start dating, things weren’t doing excellent. And growing up as a gay kid in 90s Detroit, that was not amazing either. You might say that the universe conspired against me when it comes to getting dates and discovering that someone.
And with school and with a brand new job and new duties, my love life has been on a backburner in the last ten years or so. No, really. I did not possess one relationship that survived longer than a month in the last 10 years. In other words, until this last year when I met Kyle. Now, for some other people, a sentence such as the prior one would be nothing special. But for someone like me, “just meeting” someone is not something that occurs more than once in an eternity.
I wasn’t sure what to think of Kyle at first. He was hot (still is), of that there was no doubt. However he was one of those guys that were never overly serious and that never took anything seriously. This really is something that you can be ok with when you are 21, 22, but as a guy in his early 30s, I wasn’t looking for something like that. And then, just when I believed he was a complete waste of time, I understood this was his choice. He was not only “like that”. He liked being free and being impulsive, but not in that annoying way where he’d depend on everyone around him just to get by.

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He was a great professional and also a successful person, dependable to a fault, but always somewhat absent minded and always with that sprinkling of unexpected to him.
We hardly kissed twice before he asked me to go to France with him. He had a job to do there and he needed me to go there with him. We only spoke for about 3 hours all in all before that. I had not seen him naked. We barely kissed. And he was inviting me to go to Europe with him. I made the decision to be impulsive for once in my entire life and I went with him. (In the back part of my head thinking that I can always fly back if this turns out to suck.)
He did his thing, his small gig or whatever (he’s a photographer) and that was that. In a single day. We’d an entire two-week vacation in the south of France only for one day of his work. I loved it. I felt so glamorous. And we took matters really slowly, we didn’t hurry anywhere. For example, this picture that you can see of Kyle all nude in front of a tremendous cruiser; this was the very first time that I saw him naked. We saw the people from the cruiser and we overheard them discussing and he desired to screw with them so he got naked as they were checking out this big statue that was behind me as I was taking the picture. He understood they had to see and he needed to screw with them. I was additionally bare as I was shooting his photograph.
Later that day, we laughed about how we first saw each other naked in that manner. We made love after that day. It was unbelievable. We are still together and we still laugh like crazy when we see this photograph.

When I was in my very early teens I used to strip off every time my parents were out of the house

and loved the feeling of being naked.
There were times once I went out in to the back yard and that feeling of the atmosphere all over my body was, and still is, indescrible. During my teen years I was not a recluse in my love of naturism and wouldn’t be afraid to confess to my love of being naked. Constantly in the context of the dialogue, I never pushed it in peoples faces so to speak, but if the conversation had a leaning toward skinny dipping or the like I ‘d say that I have no difficulty joining in or taking part.
Right up to the day I got married I ‘d not experienced social nudity like in a club or beach. Of course my wife knew of my love of being bare but at that time did not join me in my nude time. It was in the 2nd year of union that we wnt on a camping holiday to Europe with friends. We travelled through Belgium, Holland, Germany, Denmark and Sweden. On the return trip we stopped for a couple of nights on the Isle of Sylt which is just off Germany near the boarder with Denmark. My wife was there when she was very little as her family was stationed there with the RAF. There’s been nude beaches on Sylt for years.
When we had set up the tent our buddies went off into the town and I asked the wife if she needed to take a look at the beach. To this she agreed. It was only the different side of the street from where we’d camped so off we went. We walked through the dunes and came out on to a wonderful beach where everybody were bare. The wife looked at me and grinned saying go on then I know you need to join in. So I did!!! This was my first time nude in a societal setting and it felt fantastic to be bare with others who enjoyed the same feeling I did.
We sat down on the beach and just relaxed for a little while. The wife at this point was still textile. I’m not one for sitting around for long spans and went for a walk along the waters edge. I’d like to add at this point that whilst we had been in Sweden I had sunbathed naked on a couple of affairs when we were in the dunes by ourselves and the wife had gone topless. On returning from my walk I spotted a sight that’ll remain with me forever, my wife was lying on her back absolutely bare. This was such a great sight that I have to admit it gave me my first erection on a nude beach. I did spend at least the next five minutes lying on my front in the sand.
She said that she had felt the odd one out with others naked around her so she joined in. When we decided we better walk back to the tent we just picked up our clothes and walked as far as we dare before putting them back on to cross the dunes and the road back to the camp site. On the walk back she explained that she now understood why I liked being naked as the feeling was out of this world and we made arrangements to spend additional time on the shore the following which was the last before the long drive home.

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When we got back to the tent our pal were back from town and asked us where we had been so we told them we’d been to check out the nude beach. They inquired what it was like and if there were many folks there. We answered by saying there were two more when we got there… beach nude girls should have seen there faces.
From that day forth we’ve loved a nudist lifestyle and not concealed the fact we are nudists from buddies or family. That was 37 years ago this summer. Some of the family still think we are wierd but who cares… we do not.
Spread the word.. nude is best. Bob..

My first at home nudist experience was when i was about 13 and my parents had gone

out leaving me home alone for the very first time.

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I recall seeing something about follow on the net and really thought I had give it a go at home. I had always been more likely run around naked, and in my family it was no huge deal to go from the shower to your room nude. But this was the first time i was nude all around the home. It felt weird in the beginning but soon i got used to it, and pretty much did it every chance i got.
My first public bare experience was last year at playalinda beach in florida. I ‘d never been to a nudist area before cause I never actually had the opportunity. I grew up near a nudist club called penn sylvan however they would not allow singles in, so I never went. as soon as I went to college, there were no nudist places near so I never got to go afterward. Then when I input the real word I have had many chances to go to White tail park over time, but have never had the guts to go. I have been frightened that I’d be bored and I have learned the owners could be a bit excentric to single guys.
So a nude beach once I went to was the first chance to go in a public setting. I figured that if I didnt like it I had only leave cause it doesnt cost any money of course. So, I went and it was fantastic. I had a terrific time… i was a little nervous initially, spent alot of time on my towel. But eventually I overcame the anxiety and relaxed and had an excellent time. I never wanted to leave. I ended up staying nude as long as I could.
So I think both my experiences were quite positive. I expect to get to WTP sometime this year, to experience a club type feeling.

Duecer, adolescent lads get spontaneous erections quite frequently and anywhere they chance to be.

Showing up nude in public where there also happens to be warm water, a nice wind, and naked females romping about will make your son’s arousal significantly more likely. I suggest that you refrain from insisting to your wife that erections don’t occur at nudist venues, particularly among teenagers, because that statement is way off the mark.

You remarked that you did not mention anything to your wife about your son’s erection in the water (“I never told my wife.”) The boy is quite likely able to feel your requirement for secrecy in this matter and that fact alone will make him uneasy about it, or even embarrassed.

The next time he gets an erection in your existence, be casual about it. Tell him it is part of life, there is nothing wrong with having one, he is a completely normal boy and there isn’t any demand to be embarassed. But do emphasize the need to act appropriately if (when) it happens around others, by not waving it around like a huge flag and to just dismiss it if he can’t readily conceal it. Not bringing others’ attention to it’s the top plan of action. If a person does notice, he should stay as if nothing is going on.

And as one poster already indicated, ensure that your daughter doesn’t make fun of him if (when) she sees him with an erection.

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Thirteen year old boys can be quite sensitive about those opinions.

In granny beach sex , I advise having a conversation with “the wife” and acknowledge the information you gave her is not totally right. She will nearly certainly spot your son with an erection one day at the resort. She must know he is having them, and supplying correct information regarding the issue will lessen her shock and embarassment. In case your wife understands how likely and ordinary erections are for a young teen boy, she is able to take it in stride when it does occur and not make your son feel terrible about an uncontrollable body function.

Well, this entire story happened last summer, when my pal and I were spending our vacations in Palanga.

We met two women from Riga who told us that they had located a nude beach on the coastline. They mentioned that ever since that time they’d been sunbathing there, and, according to them, they were enjoying their time substantially. My buddy had always been a reckless girl, and so she managed to talk me into trying out this kind of beaching during some hours. The following day we met those two girls while having our breakfast and asked them how we could get to that nude beach. Having got all the mandatory info we took off and headed straight there.
I should say the way to the beach was beach blondes and tangled, and I totally relied on my friend who seemed to direct the way unhampered in strict accordance to the directions given to us during the breakfast.
In case you have ever been to this place you should be aware that the beach there consists primarily of dunes, this is the shoreline is presented by hills and hollows which make this beach an excellent location for peaceful pastime, much from the opinion of strangers. made the issues still more complicated for us. Sure enough, we couldn’t have walked around looking behind each dune in hunt for nudists. But we were lucky. When we reached the area of our destination we saw a girl at some space coming out of the water completely bare. Being quite certain that we have found the nude beach in question, we placed ourselves for sunbathing in a sand hollow and got stripped. The weather was anything but hot, and so we’d been only playing cards and sunbathed for a while. Finally the moment came when my buddy and I began to get interested- after all, that was our advent one a nude beach, and we’d managed to see just one nude girl up to now! We chose to go bathing, and look for some more nudists. Additionally that we heard some voices not very far from us.
When we showed up from our hideout and began walking in the direction of water which was some 500 feet away. Our neighbors were our first disillusionment. In the nearest hole we saw a young couple spending their time sunbathing. The man was wearing his swimming trunks, and the girl was topless. Having decided that it’s a small flock that has not a black sheep, we walked on- I ‘m reminding that both of us were bare. You should have figured by now that on our way to the water we hadn’t met a single nude person. Instead, our parade created a true uproar. Nearly all the male residents of the beach decided that this was the right moment to take a refreshing dip into the water. I made the last few paces with the feeling of losing my consciousness; our defiling was beginning to remind a free strip show. The last straw was that when we eventually reached the water we saw the girl whom we thought we’d seen before bathing nude. She was wearing a swimsuit that was only the skin color! But this way or that, it was her whom we felt somehow familiar with, so we approached her and asked where the nude beach was. Luckily, she knew that place and gave us the exact guidance. It turned out that we took a wrong turn while trying to find the nude beach and rounded right in where routine beachers from the nearby resort were spending time sunbathing. So, this is the story. It is quite embarrassing, but nevertheless, it is diverting.
Throughout that trip we were able to find the nude beach after all; we spent amazing time there and even got acquainted with some native people. By the by, those folks were fairly satisfactory, without any abnormalities or something, as a variant for your vote outlet. I’m not saying that after this my encounter in nudism I became a true lover of bare beaching, but if there I were to pick between sunbathing wearing a swimsuit or naked, I ‘m most likely to choose the latter.

I was on a bare sailing cruise in the British Virgin Islands 6-7 years

ago and we were anchored in White Bay. It was after dinner, we had had a bottle of wine or four, and determined we needed to visit the bar ashore for a drink – but of course we didn’t desire to get dressed. Somehow we didn’t find this as a problem. Into the dighy we climbed, motored off to the bar ( , the other one) and in we walked. There were only half a dozen people there, but not surprisingly our entry was noticed.

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One young man let out a whoop when we walked in, and he quickly got naked (though his girlfriend made him get dressed again – I’ve frequently thought that I hoped he dropped her). We sat down as generally as possible at one of the tables, continuing our conversation, and in a moment the server came along. She was quite flustered, garbled a few incoherent monosylables, and then left, having forgotten to take our drink orders.

We spent nearly two hours in the pub and had a grand time. Eventually the majority of the other patrons left, the bartender got naked, and even the waiter took off her top. She and our hostess then compared breast occupations and found they had had the same plastic surgeon in Atlanta. It was definitely beach porn !

However, the part I really have yet to figure out is how – or whether – we paid for our drinks. We went without garments, so without pockets, consequently without wallets, so without cash. So I guess the best element of the evening was that it was not only clothes-free, it was also drinks-for-free.

My first nude encounter was when I was younger and very much by accident. I went to a beach with a very long coastline on the more apart end.

I did not see anyone around and I understood that nudism was born so I fully disrobed and set completely exposed in the sun. I saw a topless girl approaching and immediately covered up – being nude exterior was totally natural, being naked in front of others wasn’t. She smiled as she walked by and I simply blushed – I was so prudish about public nudity that even seeing others in a state of undress made me uncomfortable. When she was out of site, I once again uncovered and decided I wanted to go for a swim. I have been an enthusiastic swimmer, a life gaurd in fact, so I decided to swim further down the shore and come back. Swimming nude was quite liberating! I did that and went past most of the crowded parts of the shore. After a little while the current was too powerful to turn back and I realized I ‘d just one choice, to walk back on the seashore.
I have to say that was one of the most uncomfortable moments of my life. I walked out of the water, covering my genitals with my hands. As I came to shore, I found that everyone was naked and looked so natural. I still covered up, but was getting a little more comfortable with myself. Although I was very athletic and fit, I had always been sensitive regarding the size of my penis and all my pubic hair but when I saw folks of all shapes, sizes and ages I understood that I was fine however I was. I let go, literally, and was free. It was quite a walk back. Being nude where was nude was natural but I soon I had a new challenge. Although nudity was taken everyone on the beach, the most famous section was where nearly everyone wore bathing suits- toplessness was common but I saw just one entirely nude person.
Apart from this, it was very crowded. I really had no choice except to keep on going and I continued walking naked.

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Folks looked at me – I was likely the only nude person they’d seen for a while – but I kept on going. It is ackward being nude in front of others when they’re not but I learned to cope with it. When I finally reached my clothing, I was a nudist for life.
When I went back to my flat with my friends, male and female, told them about my experience. I told them overly how good it felt and asked if they minded if I went naked in our flat, they didn’t. Since then I spend as much of my time naked as possible and do not care whose looking.

Since my early teens, I’ve always adored the feeling of swimming and sunning nude.

Our family had a pool in our backyard deep in the heart of suburbia, and I remember wondering whether I ‘d safely positioned the chaise couch out of the perspective of any easily offended (or readily titillated) neighbors’ eyes as I stole a couple of minutes whenever I really could get the chance to experience precisely what the summer sun felt like on my nude body
And lots of late nights, after the rest of the family had gone to bed, I’d gently slip ito the pool for a skinny dip. It was a wonderful natural high.
Interestingly enough, I decided to attend faculty at UC San Diego.

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During the orientation tour of the campus, the counselor told us incoming freshmen about nearby Black’s Beach — and expressed some surprise when many of us did not know about its staus as one of the best known nude beaches in the country.
So, I understood right then and there where I would be taking most of my study breaks.
I must say, though, that experienced what I would expect is a normal degree of trepidation when confronted with a first-time nude beach encounter. I remember going to the beach a few times, and staying clothed, attempting to decide whether I was “safe”. I saw that the beach was huge and spread out such that one could very much keep a sense of having “personal space”, at what felt like a comfortable distance from other beachgoers whose motivations for being there might be considerably less than innocent. Eventually, the lure of what I had in the back of my head always desired to experience won out, and one day I took my new boogie-board down to shore, and without reluctance lost my swimsuit.
I ran down to the water, still a little nervous, trying not to make eye contact with the few folks that were nearby. I plunged into the waves, and quickly realized I was having the time of my life. I drove the waves for some time, loving the sensation, feeling like my body was made for this.
I worn out after a little while, and decided to head back up to the shore. Feeling more relaxed and assured now, I looked around at some of the others present. I should probably mention here that I’ve been blessed with some pretty good genes, and I should probably also mention that it was impossible not to see the — well, stares — of many of the gay men present.
After a minute or two of nervousness, I instantly determined that this was basically a public place, and going nude was my choice, and that I could not actually stop anyone who needed to look at me from looking. And that as long as they kept a considerable distance and refrained from outwardly lewd behaviour or unwanted advances or harassment, I’d merely accept the “eye contact” as a compliment, and think no more of it and love myself.
I was pleased when it turned out that my fellow nude people behaved just as I ‘d figured they would. And my approach toward the nude experience is pretty much the same today — taking off my clothing is a choice I make, but I can’t control what you do. In case you wish to look, go right ahead and look, but I trust that you simply won’t harass or otherwise act distastefully.
To this day, my recollections of my many, many naked trips to that beach are of my finest memories. Lately, I’ve been land-locked, so to speak, near Sacramento, but it is consistently been in the rear of my head to return to Black’s. I’d also like to look at San Onofre.

First Nudist Encounter using a Buddy

I never grew up thinking much of nudism, it just was not on my mind. Inside my mid 20s I discovered how much I appreciated being naked after I took showers, and also would start spending more and more time naked at home. I think I was a part time household nudist for some time, which was fantastic.

After a little while, I thought I’d like to try social nudism, but I was not certain if I had the nerve. Heck, I’d never even been nude in a locker room. Our school just had us change clothes, so down to panties was about the most exposure I ‘d with others.

After a couple of years, I finally made a decision to give it a shot. I’d chatted online with a lot of nudists and found another guy my age who lived close to me. One day I drove around to his flat (hands shaking with the first timer nerves) to meet up. Rang the doorbell, and much to my surprise he answered the front door nude and encouraged me in. While I was caught off guard (I believed we had talk somewhat in person before nudity), I still thought it was cool as well as a very good ice breaker.

So, I thought to myself “when in Rome” and within about 30 seconds of assembly, I had stripped down in his front hall! It was only like ripping off a bandaid! Of course it was a much more freeing and liberating encounter than taking off a bandaid. Much to my surprise, I wasn’t embarrassed or self-conscious to be standing there naked in front of a complete stranger. It was exhilarating.

We hung out for a couple of hours, talked about nudism, watched TV, played cards (not strip poker, of course). It was a wonderful experience and I’m happy I finally gave it a shot after all those years.

That was about 5-6 years ago and I am still participating in social nudism – whether it is at a friend’s house or at a nude beach or resort. Glad I finally gave it that first shot and never looked back!

-Bryan S
Richmond, Virginia
I knew I was a nudist

Even at a very young age, I appreciated being naked. I had two other brothers growing up so I found it challenging to have any privacy to be nude.

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My parents had over 6 acres of land and on a hot sunny day I ‘d go off by myself and strip off all my clothes and lay in sunlight.

As I got older and moved out on my own, I began to sleep nude; nothing is more relaxing than that to get a full night’s slumber. On the weekends, if I wasn’t going anyplace I ‘d be nude around the house for the whole day and do whatever.

Six years ago I eventually decided to really go to my first nude beach located at Playalinda Beach. It did not take myself very long to be naked like everyone else. For the following four years I kept going back once or even twice per year. My only sorrow is that didn’t go sooner. This past September I finally ran my first naked 5k race at cypress cove. I loved so much that I’ve signed up for two races this year.

Now, whenever I can I am always nude in my home or at a nudist resort being free of clothes and stresses; there’s nothing like it.

-John V.
Naturism Takes Flight

Occasionally, I will jokingly remark that I owe my thanks and my love for naturism to my employer. You see, I work in the airline travel business as a flight crew member. Back in the day when airlines offered onboard magazines as an amenity for flying customers, I was nonchalantly thumbing through the pages of one of the publications entitled “Outside.”

It offers its subscribers information and guidance about outside recreational sports equipment and travel. Among the pages of this particular dilemma contained a vibrant graphic ad for Lee Baxandall’s, “World Guide To Nude Beaches & Recreation”. The name of Lee Baxandall is going to be understood by any experienced naturist or nudist alike (of which I was neither at the time). Lee first took up the activity of naturism in Wisconsin as an Eagle Scout. Later, in 1980, he became the founding member of The Naturist Society. He is likewise an inductee into AANR’s Nudist Hall of Fame. But I digress. His premier guide to nudism in natural settings peaked my interest. With pen & paper, I jotted down the address of where to purchase my copy of this exhausted record of places where a person can vacation, camp, swim and socialize without wearing a single stitch of cloth. A couple of weeks ahead of my encounter with Mr. Baxandall’s guide, I had organized an approaching week of holiday alone in beautiful Maui, Hawaii. After receiving my copy in the mail, I instantly turned to the section of nudist beaches located in the Aloha State and fell upon “Little Beach”. When it was time to board my flight for Maui (this time as a regular dude and not a working crew member), I anxiously expected the instant I’d finally experience an entire week on the sand and by the ocean wearing nothing but my skin and a smile. That first anticipated ‘simple’ moment has now come and gone. And my recollection of it brings many descriptive words to thoughts: natural, liberating, freeing, exuberating, sensual yet non-sexual, energizing, rejuvenating and a lot more. And for me, the ‘so-much-more’ contains spiritual reconnection. I believe my nakedness doesn’t belong to me, but instead to Creation. NAKED is how I was ‘created’ and brought into the world. THAT, within itself, makes it spiritual in nature for me. It makes it a good thing, balanced and pure; nothing to be ashamed of nor to hide. Instead, I see my nakedness as something to embrace and to be lived. I want to allow it to breathe my existence. In my view, to deny my nakedness is to denounce my Creator’s creation. I do not want to quiet that breath. It’s a gift. I need it to boom. I want it to grow. And in so doing, I express my sincerest type of gratitude to the “Giver” of that present; oh, and gratitude to my employer for stocking that magazine on the airplane. And for granting me the coveted perk of air travel. It is the ideal means by which to discover and experience more of this lovely planet’s Au Naturel destinations. Today, I still love flying beach handjobs !

Long Time Nudist

When I was still a child I always felt good when I was bare, so I’d always make sure I had to walk to the restroom to take a bath and back to my room nude. When I turned 8 years old I started sleeping nude and would sit around or lay on my bed in my room naked all of the time, and when no one was home, I would remain nude in other portions of my house.

as soon as I turned 12 years old I had a friend and streaking was a big craze then, so we would streak every chance we got. Regrettably my family would not have consented for me to be a nudist, so I couldn’t tell them, nor be bare in front of them.

When I moved into my very own house I was bare on a regular basis. I always tried to persuade my girlfriends that they would like being a nudist but most wouldn’t attempt it, along with the ones that tried it did not like it, but I always continued being nude all the time because it’s the only method I wish to be.

Before I got married my fiancee knew I was a nudist and would continue to be a nudist after we were married, and after 25 years of marriage she understands I will stay a nudist.

She’s not a nudist. As well, my kids aren’t nudist. Lucky for me my family understands being bare is the manner I’m comfortable, and do not mind that I am always nude. I always loved being nude, and always will.

I have been a nudist for 49 years and no way I would ever alter.

Buffalo, New York
Breaking Down Barriers

On a recent trip to a Florida beach resort, while swimming in the Gulf of Mexico, the unbelievable craving to be nude in the water was too much to suppress. I found myself out beyond any other swimmers and removed my trunks. I remained there for what seemed like hours loving the feel of the water and a freedom like I have never experienced before.

I’m a 51 year old male and never would have presumed to do something similar to that in a private pool let alone the Gulf. The exhilaration I felt left an indelible impression of the freedom and awareness of one with nature that I wish to continue.

Upon returning home I promptly joined AANR and am actively seeking a local resort to visit. It’s going to be my first “official” exposure (no pun intended) to a naturist environment and I welcome any suggestions.

Thank you for opening up a new phase in my life.

Downingtown, Pennsylvania