I was helping set up security for the 1996 Olympics in Atlanta. I was at the Hard Rock Cafe in Atlanta discussing with a couple. Told them I needed to get away for the weekend. They gave me a number and name to call of a fine resort close by that had a pool, hot tub and incredibly friendly people. As they left view told me it was a nudist resort.
I thought about it and decided to try it and went that weekend. Adored the experience and the folks I met. They made me feel so welcome and everything looked so natural. When my daughter came down to work security with me I told here where I’d gone and she needed to go with me. We went the next weekend and spent two days there. We were hooked and even though we could visit the opening Olympic service free, we watched it on a TV in the motor home of a family who were teachers from California while relaxing at Hidden Valley nudist resort in Georgia.
We went there another time before we had to leave Georgia. When we got up to the New England area we visited some local nudist resorts and felt at home. My lovely wife and I now live in a nudist resort in Florida, and my daughter sees each year to live the nudist lifestyle.
June 1st, 2009. I made my way to Mira Vista Resort in Tucson, signed in, took my clothes away and roamed about the Resort. I presented myself and admitted this was my first (public) experience as a nudist. Nancy said “Show me your tush!” I turned around and was pronounced a “cotton tail.” What a delightful and gracious introduction and welcome to the nudist community!
Sierra Vista, Arizona
My Biggest Regret
Being nude has ever been really natural to me, I can remember when I was maybe 4 or 5 merely needing to be nude. Nothing has altered 40 years afterwards, it only feels “normal” to me.
I did my assignments online and read as much as I could about going to a nudist resort, oh boy, was I excited! The day I set out to go was beautiful and I was ready to get nude. It was about a 2 hour drive and of course all I was thinking about was getting there and jumping in the pool naked. YIPEEE! But as I got close my tummy was becoming more upset from my nerves. I starting thinking about turning around and heading home but just kept driving. I really needed to feel the sun on my nude body and go swimming naked, after all it was a wonderful day.
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Visit our siteAs I pulled up to the gate I really thought I was really going to throw up and at that stage I really needed to talk myself into going forward. When the staff answered the buzzer and told me to arrive at the office to get checked in I just kept telling myself it was really going to be wonderful even though I was so nervous.
After checking in and heading to my truck I could not believe it. I was looking at nude people upward by the pool and I was about to be one of these! I stood by my truck looking busy for about 10 minutes without taking anything away and eventually I realized it was time to take ALL my clothes away and be free. As I wrapped my towel around my neck and made sure it covered me somewhat I shut the door of my truck and headed to the pool one slow step at a time. I was becoming more confident with each measure.
I had to take a shower before getting into the pool and it absolutely was a FAST one. The showers are about 10 feet from the pool and I wager I made it in about 2 steps after I shut the shower off. I spent the rest of the day in the pool floating around and LOVING every second of it. It was not my first time being nude in a pool but it was my first time being with other people nude and I ‘m certain it demonstrated that it was my first time but by the time I had left that day I felt like I had understood some of the people for a long time.
The reason this trip was such a huge deal for me was because I do not have the “regular” body. I’m a big guy, need to lose weight and had feared I might be laughed at or individuals would stare, but after going there now for more then 8 years (only a couple times a year) I recognized that NOBODY cares! Its not that they do not care about me, its just that nobody cares what your body looks like. I waited for such a long time to really go to a nudist resort because I did not have the “perfect”body. I’m yet to see the “perfect” body but I ‘ve meet some of the best people I’ll ever meet in my life. When you are naked with other folks it’s as real as it gets and I’ve found that nudists are as nice as people come.
So this is why I titled this “My Biggest Regret” because I regret that I waited so long to get out and be naked with other like-minded folks. If the thought has ever crossed your mind, just go get nude. You wont regret it.
Since I was a teen I ‘d always learned about nudist beaches and camps, but I never understood where to find them. This was before the Internet age. In the mid ’90s I had access to the Internet and chat rooms. I met a woman on the chat website who told me about visiting a nude beach. I asked about how I could locate one in my state. She told me about a website where I could imagine a guide book which describes the places of swimming holes and shores.
After buying this I read about a beach at Martha’s Vineyard. Some time later I finally had a chance to get out there with my at the time girlfriend. Finally I located the beach I was searching for after the ferry ride and bus ride across the isle. I remember how natural everyone looked and how I was keen to join in the fun. The blanket was just on the earth when my clothes came off. I loved the liberating feeling of the wind on my body and having the ability to jump in the ocean naturally. My girlfriend eventually got cozy too.
I felt like I was on a level playing field with everyone else. Since then I’ve been visiting nudist campgrounds and coming to the Vineyard as much as really possible. I’ve despised wearing bathing suits ever since.
My Nudist History
The follow ing is a history of my nudist experience with some thoughts for those investigating nudism as a lifestyle choice:
“Nudist” A New Word
I was raised in Marin County north of San Francisco and am currently a professional working in San Francisco. When I was younger I could not have imagined I would ever describe myself as a nudist. I remember the very first time that I heard the term nudist. I was under ten years old and my buddy Randy told me, true or not, about a lady who was stopped on the Golden Gate Bridge driving nude on her way to a “nudist colony.” The entire thing shocked me to the point that I still remember where I was when he told me. I could not imagine why grown people would want to be nude, particularly in a area called a nudist colony. It definitely was something I would never be involved in.
First Time Nude Outdoors
I remember, some years after, about age 12, sleeping over at Randy’s house in his backyard in sleeping bags and on a shared challenge we each walked, one at a time, naked up his long moonlit drive. He became more daring and even rode his bike up the driveway naked. This was just boys experimenting and playing and we knew that we didn’t want to be found so there was an element of danger and fear of being discovered that overshadowed everything.
Private Nudity, My Own Skin
Within a few years I discovered that easing my pajamas away after going to sleep and sleeping nude felt wonderful. It felt free and I adored the feeling of the bed sheets on my bare skin I soon began removing my clothing when my parents were outside so that I could walk round the house nude, hurrying to put my clothes back on when I heard the garage door go up on their return. Again this felt wonderful but by importance remained my mystery. Soon, on some evenings, I was able to sneak out my bedroom window in the centre of the night and enjoy the nighttime air nude. We lived in a built up neighborhood on a hill with open space supporting the house. At first I would roam the grassy hillside in back of the house feeling the cool breezes on my skin. I especially liked rainy nights. The noise of the storm made me feel more secure about not being caught going out the window and I adored the feeling of rain on my naked skin. After I would walk through the neighborhood, clothed, up to a dead end street with a more open hillside where I could throw off my clothes and walk bare in a bigger area. I knew the terrain very well and one night I was particularly daring and did a big loop walking from that area for over half a mile in a circle onto paved streets (but where dwellings weren’t built right on the road) on the other side of the hill and back to my clothes that I had left behind. I can not believe I did this or that, as a teen, I did not get found.
San Francisco, California