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A comment made on a posting in G+ got me to thinking: Why is it that some people are irresistibly drawn to nudism while the majority of folks find it to be a strange behavior at best? There are a lot of legal, religious and cultural taboos against nudity, but I think that it never even occurs to most folks to want to run around naked. They take wearing clothes for granted and aren’t discomforted by it at all. Why is a nudist different?
I can’t speak for others, but I’ve been shedding my clothes whenever possible for as long as I can remember. Our household was fairly casual for the times, but not outright nudist. Whenever nobody was home, I was naked indoors or out. I grew up thinking I was strange, of course, and it wasn’t until I was well grown that I had the nerve to try real nudism. I was hooked immediately.
I don’t believe that most folks are like that. The feeling of wanting to be nude is a peculiar desire separate from the sexual aspects of nudity but deeply ingrained, a mental deviation as it were. Not a bad deviation, but something different from the norm. Like those with a deep need to fly, or race cars or climb mountains. I really don’t think that most people want to be nude or climb mountains but suppress the desire out of other concerns. They just don’t feel it. I think most do find nudism agreeable when they discover it, but not as a vital, necessary part of their life which leaves a void when not present.
That, I believe, defines the true nudist from those who simply partake of nudity in the course of doing other things which they like. Skinny-dipping is enjoyable when nude, but most folks happily put their clothes back on afterwards, thinking nothing of it. Naked bike ride folks are not nudists simply because the use nudism to make a point, nor are those espousing top-freedom as a right. They may be naked, but they are so for a reason rather than being nude because they want to be nude.
To me, it’s that deep desire to be nude that makes for a nudist. The social aspects are secondary, as are all the pleasing sensations that come from experiencing life nude. Those things are the treats discovered after one has finally been able to fulfill the desire that was always there; the desire to be nude and find out what life is like that way.
Well now, here’s a real-time comment that follows upon what was just written. As I wrote those words… how do I say this? Ok, I’ve been sitting here in Wisconsin on a cold, rainy winter day in a chilly house wearing long-johns and fluffy slippers writing about the desire to be nude. We can’t afford to keep the house warm, so for a couple of months now it’s been pretty much clothing-necessary around here most of the time. But as I was writing about nudism I thought, ‘What the hell!’ and just shed my long-johns!
Do you have this feeling of a need to be nude? Something that comes up often when you think, “I wish I could be naked now!” perhaps while at the market or a fair? Or walking the dog or even at work?
There are few thing that I would not prefer to be nude while doing; I would be naked always if it was possible. Is that extreme or is that how it feels to you, too? Is that what being a nudist means to you? A desire to be nude that is ‘always on top’ of your mind? What do you think? I don’t believe there are any wrong answers, just different viewpoints. What’s yours?
Right now I’m thinking that being nude in a chilly house is great, but it might just be time for a nice hot shower!
Here’s a funny, warm first-time story about a young woman’s visit to Hippie Hollow, a 190 acre clothing optional park in Texas. Follow along with her as she has her first experiences with wrinkled naked old people and frisky college kids!
Angie needed to write a short piece for a writing class she’s taking. Well, they say you should write about something you know, right? So she did, much to the amusement of her Prof! Here it is:
Nothing But a Smile
Imagine hiking or biking through a cool, quiet forest in a beautiful state park and emerging in a clearing on the banks of a sandy beach. The river ripples past and around a myriad of ever-changing sand bars and massages your toes as you first test the cool waters. The gentle current soothes and eases the tensions of the day and the warmth of the sun bakes out every last bit of angst you may be experiencing.
Now imagine doing all of this naked. That’s right; buck necked, starkers, the full Monte. Don’t be afraid; it’s not a sin to gad about in the buff. It may be illegal in some places so it’s best to gad in a clothing optional venue. It is so liberating to feel the sun and water touch your virgin skin. You wouldn’t shower with your clothes on so why do we bathe in rivers, lakes and oceans with suits on? Even the word ‘suit’ evokes a staid comment about where our heads are at. We wear suits to the office and the beach. Some will wear tiny pieces of cloth that barely (pun intended) cover doohickeys and thingamajigs but would never clip the string off of that thong or mini bra.
So, what’s a nice girl like me doing in a place like this? I love it. I am a post-menopausal, lumpy, chunky, hairy individual who has never felt less self-conscious about going to a beach in my life. No one stares or chuckles or murmurs asides to friends as you disrobe. You have no idea what walk of life these people come from because our bodies are the great equalizers but should someone become ill at the beach they will usually be attended to by doctors, nurses, vets, congressmen, lawyers, factory and office workers, and possibly a senator.
Those who feel the need to stay covered are called ‘textiles’ by the naturist community and do come under suspicion as to why they are at a naked beach, but all are welcome. Some need a little gentle coaxing but once the deed is done and the suit is off they never look back. Your first time may be harrowing but one you will never forget once you get over that first hurdle.
Most of these beaches are self-regulated and this seems to work quite well. Cameras are not allowed and have been known to ‘go for a swim’ if reminders are ignored. Anyone who thinks it must be a great place to become more than amorous are warned or nicely escorted out. The beaches are clean and well cared for because they are few and far between and those of us who use them want to keep them that way.
So, go for it sometime. It’s like jumping from an airplane the first time; scary but life-changing.
- Jennifer Aniston hangs out with nudists (hollywoodnews.com)
- An Introduction to Nudist Life (socyberty.com) Suprisingly good! Has more articles too.