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First-Time Nudist Experience

A Nudist After All

Anyone can be a nudist. That's what I realized this summer. And I don't know what took me so long.

I enjoy being naked. Who doesn't? It's comfortable, relaxing, and at times, even fun. But up through my mid-twenties, it was something enjoyed only behind closed doors. Of course, I was aware of the nudist lifestyle, but I didn't think it had anything to do with me. I didn't know any nudists. I grew up in New England. I came from a conservative family. How could I possibly be a nudist? The very thought seemed laughable then.

And yet it fascinated me. I'd read a lot about nudism online, and near the end of college, I discovered that there was a nude beach in New Jersey, not far away. "Sometime when I'm in New Jersey," I told myself, "I may give it a try."

Fast-forward four years. In August 2010, I was 26 and living in Virginia (as I still do). I was working a dull marketing job and had all but forgotten about nudism. Then one day, I received an invite to a housewarming party in New Jersey. And then I remembered: Gunnison Beach! It was on the way. I could really go there. My heart started racing. My head started spinning.

I was actually going to do this.

I woke at 4 AM that Saturday for the five-hour trip to Gunnison. I set out in the dark, wide awake with excitement. Just 230 miles and one speeding ticket later, I was there.

I grabbed my sunscreen and headed across the parking lot. Whether it was years of going barefoot or just my mounting trepidation, the hot asphalt didn't hurt my feet a bit.

I stepped onto the sand, and there they were. Hundreds of men and women of all ages, races, and body types lounging in the buff like it was the most natural thing in the world.

I shuffled through the crowd, trying not to look too long at anyone. Finding a spot that seemed safe, I unfolded my chair and sat down. This was it. The moment of truth.

I quickly pulled off my T-shirt and shorts. I was naked!

I'd been expecting it to be a miraculous, mind-blowing, earth-shattering moment. But it was none of those things. It just felt normal. It felt right. And no one even batted an eye. After all, they were all naked too!

In minutes, my fear vanished. I branched out from the comfort of my beach chair and walked along the shore. I felt the sun and the air as I'd never felt it before. Other naked people, several my age, smiled and said hello as if we were passing on the street. I swam in the pleasantly warm ocean and discovered the pointlessness of swimsuits. I basked in the sun and chatted with some of the more seasoned nudists. An hour turned into four. By afternoon, there must have been 2,000 people there. I felt like I'd stumbled upon Eden, and I didn't want to leave.

Since my first time, I've been to a nude beach in Florida, and have planned a nude hike in West Virginia this spring. I'm proud of myself for finding the confidence to bare all, and am happy to have found my niche where I least expected to.

Who would've thought? I'm a nudist after all.

First Time At A Resort

The first time I was nude with other people was at Avatan in Minnesota. It was early May when I checked in. I was given a tour of the whole resort (clothed), and met a few regular members. I was given all the rules, which seem to be mostly normal for meeting and visiting with people. When I got back to my car I was on my own. I got undressed and started to walk along the road. I felt like everyone would be looking and thinking that must be a new guy, and I almost felt out of place.

The first people I met while nude was a couple. They greeted me and we chatted for a bit. I was not nervous at all. They reacted as if they had known me for a long time. I thought I might get an erection because the only time being nude around anyone was for sex. But I didn't; it was just so different than that.

It truly is just like meeting people with clothes on. It is an amazing feeling walking in the sun and trees nude. I love it. I went with this couple to the hot tub, the pool was not open yet. It felt great to feel the water over all of my body. It is so different than with a suit on. We had a nice chat and they invited me to have lunch at their cabin.I really enjoyed being there for the day. I would love to spend a few days there soon, to be nude for several days.

When it was time to leave, I felt let down that I had to put clothes on, and it felt different with them on.

Like Coming Home Again

My first nudist experience was at Truro beach on Cape Cod. It was a very hot summer in 1989 and I went with an ex-girlfriend. Her family were nudists and we also visited a club in Massachusetts. The whole experience was very liberating.

It took 20 years and many rejections from other girlfriends and 7 years of rejections from my wife before I returned to the naturist experience. It was a tough sell getting my wife to join me but we finally did it in 2008. The club members were very courteous and understanding of our apprehension.

Adjusting to being nude in front of strangers does take time, and visiting a club until it becomes comfortable is something I recommend. The second time at it was more difficult for me probably because I'm not as daring as I was 20 years ago.

Experiencing that memory of a foreign world of happy people enjoying life in the nude on a sunny day felt like coming home again. What you take for granted in the world is given new life when you can enjoy the way nature intended.

My involvement in naturism has motivated me to take care of my health. Engage in recreational activities that otherwise I wouldn't bother with. Mature my perspective of myself and others.

It's hard breaking a social taboo but my giant leap 20 years ago and my re-commitment now to broadening my horizons has been a benefit, not a detriment. Sharing this experience with my wife has benefited her; she is more self-confident. And our marriage has benefited as well.

Why My First Experience Saved My Sanity

I'm an old man now but many years ago my first experience with nudism may have saved my sanity. Growing up in a very large and old-fashioned family we were told being naked was evil and those parts were called dirty places. One day my mom yelled and fell to the floor in the bathroom wearing only her panties. I forced open the door but couldn't go in. My mind raced with needing to help her and not being able to because of her nakedness. I cried and wrestled with my conscience for a very long time afterwards.

Oracle is a very small town out in the back country of Arizona. I hunted and camped out as often as I was allowed to and during one of these trips I found myself wondering why being nude was so bad, even evil. I was very much alone with no one for miles around. I didn't know why just being nude could be so evil. I was even told I would go straight to hell if I went naked and was seen by someone, anyone.

Slowly I took off my clothes out there in God's view and felt wonderfully free. Later I walked around and marveled at how fantastic I felt. As I grew up there in Oracle I discovered the freedom and oneness with nature that comes with living a naturist lifestyle in the great open. Since then I've been a nudist and have help others get to over their fear of nudity. It saved my sanity.

My Story

I wasn't raised in a nudist family but I would go skinny dipping as a kid 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 heard about a nude beach near where I was stationed I went. I had a great time; it was a very 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 honest and non-judgmental. I found that there were so many others just like me there and no one was there to check out others, just for the pure fun and joy of relaxing without clothes. I know that may sound hard to believe but that's the truth. We made great friends and my family became members to that club and even now we maintain our membership at a nearby club.

I just wish the public could see that we are normal, regular folks who just happen to enjoy relaxing without clothes on our time off. My grown daughter has tons of self-confidence about herself and part of the reason is that she knows what real women look like and doesn't feel insecure about herself. That is a direct result of her being raised in a nudist household. I think that if more people tried it they would see what I'm talking about.