that causes anxiety, certain coded or knowing pleasures, fullment, alleviation, launch

and, by corollary, the encounter with, between or as naked bodies is to be

considered the root of such effects. Only when the lusty breaks free from its
sexual classications, regimentations and codes is it admitted the erotic
is both pervasive and innocent.
By admitting this, nakedness under the gaze can continue to be harmless, yet
erotically and pleasurably charged. Gazing at a bathing kid can be pleasurable
— and joy can of course drive the disciplinary gaze of the parent. Likewise
with gazing in the communal shower-space — and there are lusty dimensions to
this delight by virtue of the constant citation and procedures of sexual subjec-
tive performativity. Under this particular schema, nevertheless, such gazing is to be seen as
harmless delight, in contrast to the regimented notions of western sexuality that,
Improper, harmless and harmful, natural and obscene groups. This schema
admits sexuality and a wide range of practices of naked display and gazing, but rests
the link between nakedness and present denitions and understandings of sexu-
Where this already occurs is one of the celebratory and transgressive descen-
dants of the Woodstock festival, for example the Burning Man festival of setup
Artwork, performance, music, craft and dance held in the Nevada desert during the
United States Labor Day weekend — a site that can be described as a temporary
autonomous zone working not outside but at the margins of the dictates of
dominant social ideologies. Attended by various visitors, including families
community dedicated to radical self expression and radical self reliance’ in which
‘[n]udity, iconoclastic art, sexuality, impolite language, cultural comment, and
Peculiar behavior are all a part of the vital Burning Man experience’ (Burning
Man, 2001a). The site motivates naked displays as art or nude frolicking through
the spaces, both protected from modern prohibition by virtue of its desert
But it is more than simply codied sex as genital copula-
tion, and embraces the instability of sex as My wife finally consented to give . There are references to ‘sexual
energy swirling and whirling about’ as if it is a chaotic force that pervades all
Components of the weekend, and the groundwork guidance on its website makes perma-
nently unsure the dynamic between nakedness and genital sex:
Be respectful.

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Only because folks are walking around naked does not automatically mean they
wish *you* were naked in a small enclosed space with them. Learn to take no for an answer,
and do not be scared to use the ‘n’ word yourself. (Burning Man, 2001b)
By all accounts, Burning Man is highly erotically charged — a party of the
The Nude Subject

with representational artwork and with the desert environment. As While in college, I went with some friends from my dorm to a shore just south of Santa Cruz. put
it, ‘Make love to the playa, and she’s going to love you back.
the stars, and the omnipresent dust’ (Burning Man, 2001b).
of the man-gure can maybe be read as the burning and dislodgement of
contemporary and patriarchal codes of bodies and their proper deportment,
At exactly the same time, it is an acknowledgement of
Hardscrabble notions of community which dispense with the person body and
show how the body is erotically materialized ‘in treaty’ with its environmental
and other-corporeal encompasses. Although Burning Man and its ever present nudity
and erotic charge operate within a contextual frame — spaced by Black Rock,
Nevada; timed by the Labor Day weekend — it is representative of manners in which
we can believe and gaze at nakedness differently. By reconsidering sexuality away
from the genitals, the genitals are both desexualized and the balance of the
body eroticized such that nakedness, and gazing upon it, can be considered at a
Space from the codes that have characterized it as obscene without having to
reverse the charge of obscenity. Nakedness in the showers, the locker room, the
bath, in family photos, the naturist camp and in conversation can in this manner
be thought of as neither sexual and consistently sexual — and believing in this manner is to
Ignore culturally codied signications of sexuality and to endure nakedness,
subjectivity, the materialized body and culture as naked to the sexual as subjec-
tivity itself

First Nudist Encounter with a Friend

I never grew up believing much of nudism, it just wasn’t on my mind. Inside my mid 20s I discovered how much I loved being nude after I took showers, and would begin spending a growing number of time naked at home. I guess I was a part-time household nudist for some time, which was amazing.

After some time, I thought I’d like to try social nudism, but I wasn’t sure if I ‘d the nerve. Heck, I’d never even been nude in a locker room. Our school just had us change clothing, so down to underwear was about the most exposure I had with others.

After a few years, I eventually decided to give it a shot. I had chatted online with a lot of nudists and found another man my age who lived close to me. One day I drove over 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 in. While I was caught off guard (I thought we had discuss a bit in person before nudity), I still thought it was cool along with a very good ice breaker.

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

It turned out to be a fantastic experience and I’m happy I finally gave it a shot after all those years.

Happy I eventually 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 loved being bare. I had two other brothers growing up so I found it difficult to have any privacy to be nude. My parents had over 6 acres of land as well as on a hot sunny day I ‘d go off by myself and strip off all my clothing and lay in the sun.

On the weekends, if I wasn’t going anyplace I would be nude round the home for the entire day and do whatever.

Six years ago I eventually made a decision to visit my first nude beach located at Playalinda Beach. It did not take myself quite long to be nude like everyone else. For the next four years I kept going back once or twice a year. My only regret is that I didn’t go sooner. This past September I finally ran my first bare 5k race at cypress cove. I appreciated so much that I’ve signed up for two races this year.

Today, whenever I can I am constantly nude in my home or at a nudist resort being free of clothes and worries; there is nothing like it.

-John V.
Naturism Takes Flight

Occasionally, I’ll jokingly remark that I owe my thanks and my love for naturism to my company. You see, I work in the airline travel business as a flight crew member.

It offers its subscribers info and advice about outdoor recreational sports equipment and traveling. One of many pages of the specific issue contained a vibrant graphic ad for Lee Baxandall’s, “World Guide To Nude Beaches & Recreation”. The name of Lee Baxandall will be recognized by any experienced naturist or nudist likewise (of which I was neither at the time). Lee first took up the activity of naturism in Wisconsin as an Eagle Scout. Afterwards, in 1980, he became the founding member of The Naturist Society. He is likewise an inductee into AANR’s Nudist Hall of Fame. However , I digress. His premier guide to nudism in natural settings peaked my interest. A couple of weeks prior to my encounter with Mr. Baxandall’s guide, I ‘d 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 found in the Aloha State and discovered “Little Beach”. When it was time to board my flight for Maui (this time as a regular man and not a working crew member), I anxiously expected the second I would finally experience a whole week on the sand and by the ocean wearing nothing but my skin as well as a grin. That first anticipated ‘bare’ moment has now come and gone. And my recollection of it brings many descriptive words to thoughts: natural, liberating, freeing, exuberating, lusty yet nonsexual, energizing, rejuvenating and so much more. And for me, the ‘so-much-more’ comprises religious reconnection. I consider my nakedness doesn’t belong to me, but rather to Creation. NUDE is how I was ‘created’ and brought into the world. THAT, within itself, makes it spiritual in nature for me. It makes it a great thing, healthy and pure; nothing to be ashamed of nor to hide. Rather, I see my nakedness as something to embrace and to be lived. I want to let it breathe my existence. Inside my view, to deny my nakedness will be to denounce my Creator’s creation. I do not wish to silence that breath. It’s a gift. I need it to thrive. I need 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 carrying that magazine on the airplane. And for granting me the coveted perk of air travel.

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It’s an ideal means by which to find and experience more of this lovely planet’s Au Naturel destinations. Now, I still adore flying !

Long Time Nudist

When I was still a kid I always felt good when I was nude, so I would always make sure I needed to walk to the bathroom to take a bath and back to my room nude. When I turned 8 years old I began sleeping naked and would sit around or lay on my bed in my room nude all of the time, and when no one was home, I’d always be nude in different parts of my house.

When I turned 12 years old I had a friend and streaking was a big craze then, so we’d streak every chance we got. Regrettably my family would never have consented for me to be a nudist, so I could not tell them, nor be bare in front of those.

as soon as I went into my own house I was nude on a regular basis. I tried to convince my girlfriends that they would enjoy being a nudist but most wouldn’t attempt it, along with the ones that tried it did not enjoy it, but I consistently continued being nude all of the time since it’s the only means I wish to be.

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

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

Buffalo, New York
On a recent trip to a Florida beach resort, while swimming in the Gulf of Mexico, the incredible 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 enjoying the feel of the water along with a liberty like I ‘ve never experienced before.

I’m a 51 year old man and never would have thought to do something similar to that in a private pool let alone the Gulf. The exhilaration I felt left an indelible picture of the independence and awareness of one with nature that I would like to carry on.

Upon returning home I instantly joined AANR and am actively seeking a local resort to go to.

Thank you for opening up a brand new chapter in my life.

Downingtown, Pennsylvania

It did not happen here; it occurred at the ends of the world.

I met a young man. Yes, I guess you could say that we’d only just begun by then; he hadn’t even started wooing me. And somehow at a particular moment we found ourselves by the seaside. Not a soul around, waves pounding against the seashore, the moonlight in the skies.
Why don’t we take a plunge? – He: look what a great evening, the water is so war, it will be a sin to miss this opportunity. We could swim nude! Well why not, I presumed. The weather was really brilliant, warm and all. And though the moon was shining, the shore was badly lit as the moon was not full. I shook off my slippers, afterward removed my jeans, undies and took off in the direction of the water. He followed me, but at some distance and to the side.
So there we’re, swimming and keeping the proper distance. Having had enough of this we made it to the shore. I looked back to see him and though it was nearly pitch dark I thought I caught a glimpse of his natural ‘body’s response’, and it might sound foolish, but it made me feel happy!
After that we bathed by nights several more times.
Then he started attempting to get me to visit the beach during daytime. He would say that we kinda learnt everything we could about nighttime bathing and now it turned out to be a new challenge for us to do it during the daytime. I kept on saying no because I was really embarrassed by the idea of undressing in broad daylight, but I actually wanted to go. Then I made up my mind to do some ‘practicing’ during the day all by myself to begin with. I discovered a rocky seashore with huge rubbles that I could leap from one to another. And so I began jumping. When I moved so far from the coast to be sure no one sane would follow me here I stopped and got naked. Stark naked. I actually don’t understand why, but I was literary trembling then. The sensation of being totally naked outside was intoxicating, and I tried not to consider the likelihood of somebody else’s coming to where I was.
I had a novel with me, so I located a bigger and much more comfy rubble, lay on it and began reading and having some rest in general. The sun was shining, the waves were lapping against the shore, the coastline was merging into space, little yachts and motorboats took their sluggish ramble over the waves. The feeling was calm and relaxing, and little by little I began to feel more comfortable. It was then that I remembered about the article I once read about an experiment carried out on a group of individuals to whom it was indicated to pee in their own pants for a significant amount of cash. Regardless that the amount was truly remarkable, no one could bring themselves to do this. Same occurred to me: I slid off the rubble, squatted and just could not do it! And I truly needed to After all, I could go a little bit further and do my thing hiding behind the rubbles. But I felt inexplicably stubborn. So I put on my trousers, then lowered them and let the conditional reflexes take over. While I squatted there relaxed doing my thing I was looking at family nudism pics anchored at some distance. That was when I believed I saw something flashing in the motorboat.
After that I guessed another couple of sorties that were managed with much more composure. In the end I conceded to proceed to the beach with the young man. It wasn’t half as scary as I ‘d imagined it to be, because the beach was deserted and there was no one but us there. We went there for some more times, and it was only once that we happened to meet some other folks there, but I never experienced such strong emotions again.
My friendship with the young man in question ended up quite unfortunately, but I reckon that is a whole new story.

As a kid from about 7 years old, my mate

, his sister and I ‘d take any chance on those popular Aussie summers to get nude under the sprinkler.. and on the odd occasion would ride our bikes naked up the road.. that continued for us lads but when my partner’s sister got nearer to puberty she slowly became bashful about it.
When I was 12 the girl from across the road as well as a class mate got the first in ground swimming pool in our street, right across the road from my place, bingo!.. which always appeared to result in skinny dipping.. and again as the girls got older it happened less often.
I started becoming more adventuresome and wanted to try as many things in the nude as possible.. so I devised naked mountain bike riding in the fern tree woods near my spot.. and sometimes was able to dare a friend or two into it.. and only when the buddies become fewer when it came to sharing bare tasks, I found The Sun & Health Nudist Magazine plus H&E, and I couldn’t believe my eyes.. so I didn’t really devise bare mountain bike riding after all.
The next issue was I was still way too young to be driving to these exotic and hard to get to areas. I would dream of one day visiting the planet ‘s largest nudist resort at Cap d Agde in the South Of France. But in the meantime I’d wag school and slip down to Sunnyside Nudist Beach at Mt Eliza a 3 hour trip by train and bike.. and for the very first time in my life I was totally nude in full view of fully grown nude girl .. it was so dreamlike.. I didn’t tell my cloths mates as I thought they’d never believe me.
And finally the long awaited day came.. it whirled us out.. everyone of all ages were totally naked and so cool about it. I did everything you could just about imagine.. like wow man! I thought, not in a sexual way or else that would have been evident.. the dad just called out “gidday men who’s winning the game?” as he walked by us in the games room, and he did not pursue me with a firearm!
I ‘m somewhat more social with my nudity now as well as on the very odd occasion my adolescent daughter Paris comes to Sunnyside Nudist Beach with me, but favors to go skinny dipping on the quiter back beaches with her close buddies.. she’s not as shy as her brother who wont try it at all.. Lately I did every radio show in the nude with Jodie my co-host with our advent of NudeVember to do our small bit to boost in Australia

A couple of years ago on a hot July day I chose to bypass a day off work and go as a day visitor to a nudist club near to where I was working.

I’d signed in and was just getting my day bag out of the car when a young lady pulled up and asked me if this was the Croft club. I told her she was right and directed her to where she had to go and register. I went into the club and settled myself down to take pleasure in the day. Not long after walked past and we began to chat. Shortening the story a little she brought her towel etc and sat beside me. We had an excellent time chatting away on all things nudist with greater than one break to enjoy the wonderful pool for a cool down.
Late into the day or perhaps early evening I determined that I was going to pack up and head for home. I said that I was intending to leave but within half an hour I would be walking nude through the woods. I kept a pair of shorts wit me to cover up if I met anybody which I ‘d done more than once. On hearing that I would be taking a woods walk naked she stated that she’d like to join me but she was not planning to leave till late evening when the heat had subsided as she did not have a/c in her auto. I told her that if she rearly desired to get a bare woods walk I would drive her there and back in my car with a/c. At this she accepted, picked up her handbag and also a very small sarong and walked to the exit.
We both got into the vehicle nude and drove for about 40 minutes to the woods passing through a little town, stopping at traffic lights the works. Nobody discovered we were both naked. At the forest we parked up near another car, not in the standard car park. We got out of the vehicle and walked off up this path into the forest. She had her little sarong and I ‘d my shorts for cover should we desire it. We walked for at least half an hour and just as we were making our way back to the car we spotted a chap. He had definatly seen that we were bare so I said that there wasn’t point in hiding or for that matter covering up so we did not. We chatted to the chap for a couple minutes and he walked back with us to where we and he’d parked our cars. There was a third car parked with us and while we were chatting standing by our automobiles we spotted a couple at the top of the track heading our way. Must be the couple from the third auto. When they got up to us they told us that they’d been in the woods nude sunbathing the majority of the afternoon and when they spotted us both nude determined to continue there bare time. We then made our good byes and got into the car still nude for the return journey to the club. The other couple decided to drive home nude too.
So all in all I drove for over two hours bare that day. It was excellent.

I became a nudist in a very indirect way I was planning my forthcoming summer holidays

and was trying to decide between Byron Bay and click and was discussing both choices with a number of work collegues and eventually my manager. He told me he’d be holidaying in Port Stephens and was full of recommendations so I continued my research and found that Byron Bay was really going to be overly expensive and continued the conversations with my boss about Port Stephens.
He said he’d be spending most of his time at Samurai Beach, and that it had good surf plus a very friendly bunch. So on this advice I researched Samurai Beach and found it was a legal clothing optional beach.
I eventually booked some accommodation and when I told him this I said, So, Ill have the ability to go to the nude beach with you as well as your family, wont I.
He closed his office door and we had a long conversion about naturism, and that this was not a subject for general distribution at work. He also surprised me by inviting me and a buddy to travel with his family Samurai Beach before the summer holidays and see if naturism was for me.
After a dialogue with my best friend, we agreed this was an excellent thought and have set a date for early November.
But my first time came a lot quicker than that. Two days after my boss and I were assigned to spend two weeks working in New Caledonia and could fit in a day or two on the beach or out on an associate’s boat researching the atolls and cays offshore from Noumea.
The day we arrived we went to the beach at Anse Vata on the border of the capital city of Noumea. I ‘d not expected to spend any time on the shore so that afternoon I began on the beach in a pair of gym shorts and top. After fifteen minutes, I realised that I was out of place with that quantity of clothing on as it seemed every woman on the beach was wearing no more than a thong even the 14 and 15 yo girls.
So I stripped down to just the thong I was wearing under my short pants it looked odd wearing so little in front of my manager (he was wearing his Speedos) but he appeared to not even see, which really made me more comfortable.
As I said he’d organized for the two of us to borrow a boat and do some exploration so at 8:30 we left from Port Moselle in a 24 foot half cottage runabout and headed for Ilt Laregnere.
When we had cleared the marina he was down to his Speedos, and proposed that I could strip down if I wanted. We sailed on for an hour before we pulled up in the leeward of a beautiful white sand island inside .
As my supervisor place the anchor I decided it was now or never and I slipped out of my thong. Aside from the two of us there was not another soul to be seen we spent the morning snorkelling (bare), sunbaking (bare), eating (bare). I dont now why but the feeling of the water along with the sun on my body was so distinct exhilarating than it’d been a few days before when I was wearing just a little more.

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Just after eleven another boat arrived and dropped four couples and six teen kids at the beach before the boat disappeared, presumably back to Noumea. After they’d set up camp of a few umbrellas and towels on the sand, the grownups stripped off fully – soon followed by the teens. I was astounded to see teenage boys and girls nude in front of each other, and in front of their parents, and mentioned this to my boss.
We then had a long chat about naturism and how it crosses all age groups and after all I was only a few years older than these kids. Then he suggested we should swim in and say hello and have a chat. This seemed like a huge step to be naked in front of strangers but he convinced me into the water and onto the seashore.
After a string of Bonjours and apologies for poor French we quickly fell into conversation and were offered drinks and an invitation to remain for lunch. We purchased the boat into the shallows and spent the remainder of the day with our new friends.
All up we spent seven hours nude that day and I believe it was among the very enjoyable days of my own life. I was very surprised by the generosity and friendliness of the folks and the simple with which the children socialized. I discovered the youngest was 13 and the eldest 18 but there was a continuous rapport among them. It was apparent that naturism was worth exploring.

Before I get on with the story of how our first nudist experience altered the marriage that my

husband and I appreciated for years, I’d like to point out that this really is not us in this graphic. This is a fun-loving German couple that helped our union change and develop into something entirely new. All thanks to our last holiday and all the fun that we had in Spain.
Everything started sometime last spring when my loving husband and I were organizing our next vacation. It has been our little custom to go to the Mediterranean but even the most delightful section of the world can get a bit tedious after several years. We have been everywhere, from North Africa to turkey and we had tons of enjoyable everywhere.

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But this time we decided to do something completely different and we decided that a great thought would be to try out nudism. We had some friends who did this and they always told us how it was great. Plus, we both got into contour over the previous half a year and we really felt comfortable. I mean, we were still in our prime and we were convinced that we would not be a sore sight for anyone.
We located this great resort in Spain and we booked our vacation. When we got there, we began thinking that we were maybe too adventurous as all those nude bodies intimidated us a bit. Still the people there understood how to treat first timers and there was no one pressuring us to get nude the very minute we stepped on the grounds of the resort. By the end of our second day, we were sunbathing naked and we were loving it. I am able to tell you as a girl that it’s freedom that can’t be matched by anything else. Not needing to wear those annoying bikinis or swimsuits really liberates a woman along with the sunlight and water feel great on the breasts along with the clit. It feels sexual and sensual all at exactly the same time.
And then, the third day, we met the couple kind the graphic, Eric and Greta, a fantastic couple from Bohn, Germany who were regular guests at the resort. They were roughly the same age as us and we overheard them talking about a movie me and my husband enjoyed very much. It turned out that they spoke perfect English and that they were searching for new couples to meet there. I immediately noticed that Greta had an incredibly round and healthy bum and that her pussy was all shaven and very alluring. I really could say that as a woman. I cannot even envision what my husband thought.
In any case, we spent the next few days together, doing everything together and after a little while, you stop noticing that you’re all nude on a regular basis. In fact, I stopped detecting when my husband brushed against Greta or when Eric brushed against me. And then, one day, two days before we were about to leave, we asked if they felt that same electricity that the two of us felt and they told us that they did. This never happened to them in each of their years at the resort and after a couple of drinks, we decided to do something about it.
I do not want to reveal any of the elements, but let’s just say that it was the craziest night of our lives and that it was more fun than you can imagine. There was as well all saw each other naked before and it was insanely fun. It was likewise hot as hell as Eric and Greta undoubtedly understood what they were doing and we weren’t half bad either. We spent the following night together as well and we have remained in touch. We’re seriously considering making this a regular thing and it has actually brought new life to our union. Not that we were in a depression, but nudism along with swinging is the best thing ever.