A Model Nudist, Component One

I was raised in an extremely humble home. Full nudity was confined to the bathroom and only consisted of shower or bath time. I don’t recall ever seeing anyone else in the house nude. Perhaps that’s why nudity fascinated me as a teen (beyond the ordinary curiosity about sex, etc.).

Someplace around http://videonudism.com/young , I started reading fantasy novels by Edgar Rice Burroughs and Conan publications by Robert E. Howard. The covers of these paperback books featured excellent paintings by Frank Frazetta or Boris Vallejo. Lots of them included nudity by members of both sexes. The nudity was not of a sexual nature; the characters in the paintings were involved in other tasks. Many of them involved combat, where I figured nudity was undoubtedly not advantageous.

The stories in the books featured scenes of casual nudity quite frequently, notably the Martian novels of Edgar Rice Burroughs. Both John Carter (from World) and the Martian characters believed nothing of running around in the altogether. Actually, the John Carter character’s approach of transport to Mars consistently involved him waking up bare somewhere on earth. My youthful mind wondered what such a location would be like, where one could be free to be oneself and not be embarrassed.

I had just heard of “nudist colonies” as if they were a distant phenomenon (the film “A Shot in the Dark” being the most celebrated reference).

She mentioned in passing that she drew nude models in her figure drawing course. The concept of modeling for such a class was both frightening and exciting at exactly the same time. I ventured over to the art building and saw a sheet on a bulletin board advertising for models. They were paying five dollars, which, at the time, was better than just about any other occupation I really could get. My drawings were horrible, but I wasn’t overly interested in drawing. I needed to watch a session and see the method by which the model behaved, was handled, etc. It took me awhile to assemble the guts to enroll as a model myself, but I finally did.

I got a call from the coordinator of that open session. His model had canceled for that night, and he wanted someone to cover. I accepted somewhat unwillingly. Once I hung up the phone, I recognized that the class began in less than an hour. I took a long walk around campus before entering the studio. There were just two women who had shown up to attract that night. It was election night, and I’m sure a lot of people stayed home to see the returns.

I did not even have a robe, but the female model I had detected had not had one either. I just stripped down beside the modeling platform. I got down to my panties, took a deep breath, and eased them off. The two ladies didn’t run screaming that there clearly was a nude man in the room. I took my poses and got more comfortable as the evening went on.

-Dan H.
Fort Worth, Texas
Surprised the Manager

While in Ohio, on holiday, we decided to see Paradise Gardens (outside Cincinnati).

When we explained to the supervisor that we were neophytes, she exclaimed, “This is your first time and you’re already nude!”

Yes, we were, and we definitely enjoyed our say in the gardens.

OY VEY! My Jewish Mother

I was raised by a Jewish mother who taught me that showing skin was the worst thing on earth. She also instilled in me that my body was definitely not amazing or perfect. I heard it all of the time. Cover up. I even had to wear shoes in the home when visitors came, because my toes were “weird looking” in her eyes.

(Pirates Cove in Malibu). He needed me to go with him. I thought he was nuts. I resisted at first, but then he finally talked me into it. He assured we would leave if I could not handle it.

I scaled the stone with trepidation. It took me perhaps 20 seconds to take my clothes away. That entire summer was like the summertime which I fell in love with myself and my body for the first time ever.

I missed it. Finally, at 42, some friends confessed to me that they were nudists; and that they belong to Glen Eden. My reaction was pure excitement.

I begged them to take me. We arranged it for the subsequent weekend. I was so excited that I made myself sick. Nothing was going to prevent me. I went anyway, and that was the day I rediscovered myself-the day I became truly living and whole again. That was 1993. Now, I live in a nudist resort in Land O’ Lakes, Florida; and I’m so blessed in order to live here.

We Never Looked Back

We were curious, apprehensive and afraid, all at the same time. We researched various alternatives and chose “The Terra Cotta Inn” at Palm Springs for our first time excursion. Once we walked in, it was apparent this wasn’t going to be our normal holiday.

After a few minutes, we ventured out and my wife was certain she would leave the bottom half of her swim suit on.

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After less than 5 minutes, she saw that she was the sole man with anything on and immediately took them away.

On that first trip, http://nudismpictures.net met amazing people that have become life long friends and can’t envision life without nude diversion.

For those who have thought of trying it, stop thinking and begin planning. You will not regret it.

This Changed My Life

I understood the cool summer breeze and how it felt so good so I got into the hot tub. Amazing!

For the rest of that summer I didn’t put on clothing. My parents were frightened at first but they recognized this was what made me joyful.

Doylestown, Pennsylvania

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