Like the majority of people investigating nudism, I was driven through an unshakeable interest: What would it feel like to be naked outside and in the organization of others? Would my nudity be uncomfortable or would it feel…good, natural? And the biggest question of all: could I actually bring myself to shed my clothes and my inhibitions?
All nudists have faced that “moment of truth” when they can either get naked or remain cloaked in sorrow. If you are simply at a nudist resort, and everyone around you is nude, wearing clothing actually makes you feel out of place, so perhaps it’s somewhat easier to “take the plunge.” Because it was clothing optional, I did not actually have to be nude to fit in. I was hedging my bets, I guess.
When I arrived, I passed by the pool where a half dozen people lounged, some naked, others in swimsuits. After quickly unpacking, I headed back to the pool. I wore swim trunks.
As I finished distributing my towel on the lounger, the nude people on the opposite side of the pool left, leaving me and two other guys, all wearing trunks. I was off the hook. I used to not have to get nude. It would be perfectly okay for me to get some rays without getting an all-over tan. In that instant, I flashed forward to the final day and envisioned that I’d spent the whole vacation clothed. I imagined a minute on that final day when I might be alone at the pool and ultimately find the nerve to slip out of my trunks and experience the freedom that so many others had loved all week long. I figured that if I was lucky, after more than eight days of choosing to remain clothed, I might not even like being bare…with the warm pool water and brilliant beams of the sun hugging my entire body. I understood it will be amazing.
So I got naked. And no one stared. No one laughed. No one pointed and whispered. Both other men poolside merely nodded hello, as well as the water rippled and the palm trees rustled and the sun warmed me. All over.
Sure, my heart raced for a little while. I thought, “I can not believe I am doing this!” But it was not long before my interior monologue changed to: “I can’t believe it took me 42 years to do this!” I really found myself feeling sorry for the two guys in trunks, along with the handful of others who would spend the coming days still clothed.
Throughout that holiday I also went to a sunning pier where nudity was permitted. Again, some wore swimsuits, others bared all. Not every naked body was perfect. In fact, none were. But I was learning that nudism isn’t about how you seem, it’s about how you feel. Additionally , I went on a naked sailing and snorkeling adventure. Pure bliss.
My moment of truth was liberating. The moments since – shared with other people who’ve also found the joys of nudism – have been nothing short of wonderful. Is not it time you set yourself free?
Don’t Leave Planet Earth Without Trying It!
Perhaps telling about my first experience with nude recreation will lead you to that end. I was vacationing at a resort in the Caribbean. As we were leaving, I found the excursion was to an isle with a nude beach! I made the decision to go anyway, thinking no manner was anybody getting me out of my suit. Why hadn’t someone told http://x-pot.com about this sooner? I was hooked, and that was over 40 years past. The phrase, “naked when possible, clothed when practical,” definitely describes me.
I admit that my first reaction was that this is some thing that wasn’t an acceptable practice. I was unaware that there are national organizations and didn’t understand anyone who could shed light on this relaxing lifestyle. The literature available now tells it like it’s. Everyone will tell you that after you have made your first visit, the sensation of apprehension will vanish. Until you experience a thing for yourself, words cannot let you know how you need to feel or how you ought to act or react. I can add one more sentence of encouragement: Don’t leave Planet Earth without at least attempting this amazing way of destressing and relaxing a opportunity.