While Angie and I were first getting to know each other I mentioned that I was a naturist. Just thought she should know in case things got serious. She thought that was nice.
Well, then I discovered that she thought that it was nice that I like trees and such. Hmm. Guess it’s time to explain the difference between naturist and naturalist.
She says she had to do some serious thinking about who I was and what she might be getting into. Can’t blame her. I mean, to most people (sadly) that’s kind of like saying “By the way, I’m a cannibal Nazi and sacrifice children every other Saturday”. Know what I mean?
She decided I was worth a try anyway. A few weeks into our relationship I took her to Mazo Beach, mid-winter, a sunny 45 degree day. Plenty of oil. Off go the clothes (sand was warm) and we took a hike along the beach. She loved it! Along the way we ran into a young couple, dressed properly for winter, engrossed in their laptops. They seemed a bit surprised to see us. Didn’t occur to us until later that they might not have realized they were at the Midwest’s most famous nude beaches. After all, it was February and no one was there and there aren’t signs saying “Run away, run away! Naked people ahead!” But WE were. Woo woo. He wouldn’t look and she acted, well, about how you would expect someone to react to running into naked people at the mall. Lotsa self-conscious giggles. Trying to act normal when a really weird thing is happening. We said howdy and kept walking. Got a chuckle out of that one.
Rest of the day was eventless but terrific, and Angie was hooked! Yay! -Steve
Angie’s first time, Angie’s view:
I met this man (Steve), got to know him, and really thought he was the greatest thing since sliced bread. I thought I finally found the man for me. Then he dropped the ‘bomb’. He wasn’t a tree hugger; he was a nudist. Oh my! He told me because this is such an important part of his life he didn’t think he could be with someone who had a problem with it. I told him I needed time to process this and spent a couple of days trying to imagine the naturist life.
I was a repressed professional who had never done anything against the grain, so-to-speak. Steve spent time explaining the whole experience and I decided to take him up on the idea of going to the beach in mid-winter. It was so beautiful and no one was there so I thought “why not?” Once the clothes were off and the oil on I absolutely basked in the sun and beauty of the riverfront. I was sold. Once you take your clothes off you do feel more free than you have ever felt in your life.
From that first trip, to my 2 years worth of trips to the beach and our camp, I have always been in awe of the wonder of this fabulous way to experience life. I will never go back to textile. Unfortunately, it makes it very difficult to have to live in a textile world the rest of the time!
I ‘came out’ to my adult kids and sisters and because they know what a conservative person I was, they are actually asking questions about it and are showing some interest. Who knows, maybe they will take the plunge.
It’s still way too cold here (-20 degrees wind chill) but we are cozy and naked. That’s what heaters are for, right?
As you all know, it is a wonderful experience and I am soooo glad that I made that first trip to the beach. It is even more wonderful to speak to people who also know. Take it from us, it doesn’t matter where you live, you can be naked! (But Florida is looking really good right now!)