A Model Nudist, Part One

I was raised in an extremely modest dwelling. 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 is why nudity fascinated me as a teenager (beyond the ordinary curiosity about sex, etc.).

Someplace around seventh grade, I started reading fantasy novels by Edgar Rice Burroughs and Conan books by Robert E. Howard.

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The covers of these paperbacks featured excellent paintings by Frank Frazetta or Boris Vallejo. A lot of them included nudity by members of both genders. The nudity was not of a sexual nature; the characters in the paintings were involved in other endeavors. Lots of them involved combat, where I figured nudity was undoubtedly not advantageous.

The stories in the novels featured scenes of casual nudity quite often, particularly the Martian novels of Edgar Rice Burroughs. Both John Carter (from World) and the Martian characters thought nothing of running around in the altogether. In fact, the John Carter character’s approach of transport to Mars consistently required him waking up nude somewhere on earth. My young head wondered what such a location would be like, where one could be free to be oneself and not be ashamed.

I had only learned of “nudist colonies” as if they were a distant phenomenon (the movie “A Shot in the Dark” being the most celebrated reference). In high school, I heard rumors that there was a nudist camp somewhere in our county, but in the days before the Web, a teen like me had no clue where to go to find out more.

I eventually graduated high school and went off to college. While I was there, I met a young lady who was an art major. She mentioned in passing that she drew nude models in her figure drawing course. The concept of modeling for such a class was both scary and exciting at the same time. I ventured over to the art building and saw a sheet on a bulletin board advertising for versions. They were paying five dollars, which, in the time, was better than any other occupation I could get. I went to the Tuesday evening open figure drawing session and made an effort to bring the female model there. My drawings were horrible, but I wasn’t too interested in drawing. I wanted to watch a session and see how the model acted, was handled, etc. It took me awhile to assemble the nerve to register as a model myself, but I finally did.

I got a call from the coordinator of such open session. His model had canceled for that night, and he needed someone to cover. I accepted somewhat reluctantly. Once I hung up the telephone, I recognized the course began in less than an hour. I took a long walk around campus before going into nude beach bodies . There were just two girls who’d shown up to draw that night. It was election night, and I’m sure lots of folks stayed home to watch the returns.

I didn’t even have a robe, but the female model I ‘d observed hadn’t had one either. I just stripped down beside the modeling platform. I got down to my knickers, took a deep breath, and slipped them away. There I was. Both ladies didn’t run screaming that there clearly was a naked 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

My lovely wife and I were interested in trying out the nudist experience. While in Ohio, on vacation, we chose to see Paradise Gardens (outside Cincinnati). When we drove up the road, passed through the gates and found a parking place, we could not see the office, only a sign pointing to where it was. Getting out of the vehicle, we shucked our clothes, grabbed a towel and went searching for the office.

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

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

-Juan
Pennsylvania
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 the time. Cover up. I even had to wear shoes in the home when visitors came, because my toes were “strange looking” in her eyes.

At 25, my then boyfriend told me about a nude beach he was really going to every weekend. (Pirates Cove in Malibu). He desired me to go with him. I believed he was crazy. I resisted at first, but then he finally talked me into it. He promised we’d leave if I couldn’t handle it.

http://nudizmtube.com climbed the rocks with trepidation. We got onto the seashore, I threw my stuff on the sand, looked around and went WOW! It took me perhaps 20 seconds to take my clothes off. That entire summer was like the summer that I fell in love with myself and my body for the very first time ever.

At the conclusion of the summer, we broke up; and I never went to another nude beach or resort until I was 42. I missed it. I felt like something was missing. No one would go with me. Finally, at 42, some friends confessed to me that they were nudists; and that they belong to Glen Eden. My reaction was pure delight.

I begged them to take me. We ordered it for the following weekend. I was so excited that I made myself ill. Nothing was going to prevent me. I went anyhow, and that was the day I rediscovered myself-the day I became extremely living and whole again. That was 1993. Today, I live in a nudist resort in Land O’ Lakes, Florida; and I’m so lucky to be able to dwell here. As a single gal, I feel safe.

-Linda
Land O’ Lakes, Florida
We Never Looked Back

We were curious, concerned and fearful, all at the same time. We researched various alternatives and selected “The Terra Cotta Inn” at Palm Springs for our first time trip. Once we walked in, it was clear this wasn’t going to be our regular vacation. We were shown around the grounds by Mary Clare and then went to our room to get unpacked.

After a few minutes, we ventured out and my wife was confident she’d leave the bottom half of her swim suit on. After less than 5 minutes, she saw that she was the sole person with anything on and quickly took them off.

On that first trip, we met fantastic people who have become life long friends and can not picture life without nude diversion.

For those who have thought of trying it, stop thinking and start planning. You won’t regret it.

-DJ
California
This Altered My Life

One day when my parents weren’t home I was in my robe alone in the house. I’d get two weeks home alone and it was summer so when they left I went outside and let the robe drop to the ground. I recognized the cool summer breeze and the way it felt so great so I got into the hot tub. Amazing!

For the remainder of that summer I did not put on garments. My parents were scared at first but they recognized this was what made me happy.

-Danielle
Doylestown, Pennsylvania

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