A Model Nudist, Component One

A Model Nudist, Component One

85035711I was raised in an extremely humble house. Total nudity was confined to the restroom and exclusively consisted of shower or bath time. I do not remember ever seeing anyone else in the house nude. Perhaps that is why nudity fascinated me as a teen (beyond the ordinary curiosity about sex, etc.).

Someplace around seventh grade, I began 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. A lot of them included nudity by members of both sexes. The nudity wasn’t of a sexual nature; the characters in the paintings were involved in other endeavors. A lot of them involved fight, where I figured nudity was undoubtedly not advantageous.

The narratives in the novels featured scenes of casual nudity fairly frequently, particularly the Martian novels of Edgar Rice Burroughs. Both John Carter (from World) as well as the Martian characters believed nothing of running around in the altogether. Actually, the John Carter character’s system of transportation to Mars constantly called for him waking up naked somewhere on earth. My youthful head wondered what such a location would be like, where one could be free to be oneself and not be embarrassed.

I ‘d just learned of “nudist colonies” as if they were a distant happening (the film “A Shot in the Dark” being the most prominent reference).

She mentioned in passing that she drew naked models in her figure drawing course. The concept of modeling for this type of group was both frightening and exciting at the exact same time. I ventured around to the art building and saw a sheet on a bulletin board advertisements for versions. They were paying five dollars, which, in the time, was better than every other occupation I really could get. My drawings were horrible, but I was not 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 collect the nerve to register as a model myself, but I eventually did.

I got a call from the coordinator of such open session. His model had canceled for that night, and he wanted someone to cover. I taken somewhat unwillingly. Once I hung up the telephone, I recognized the course began in under an hour. I took a long walk around campus before going into the studio. There were just two girls who’d shown up to bring that night. It was election night, and I am certain lots of folks stayed home to see the returns.

I did not even have a robe, but the female model I ‘d found had not had one either. I simply stripped down beside the modeling platform. I got down to my panties, took a heavy breath, and eased them away. Both women didn’t run screaming that there clearly was a nude guy in the room.

-Dan H.
Fort Worth, Texas
Surprised the Supervisor

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

61191894When we explained to the supervisor that we were neophytes, she exclaimed, “This is your first time and you also are already nude!”

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

OY VEY! My Jewish Mother

I was raised by a Jewish mom who instructed me that revealing skin was the worst thing on earth. She also instilled in me that my body was definitely not amazing or perfect. I heard it on a regular basis. Cover up. I even had to wear shoes in the home when visitors came, because my toes were “strange looking” in her eyes.

He desired me to go with him. I believed he was crazy. I resisted at first, but then he eventually talked me into it. He assured we’d leave if I could not manage it.

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

I missed it. My reaction was pure delight.

We ordered it for the subsequent 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 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 reside here.

We were interested, nervous and fearful, all at the exact same time. We studied various alternatives and picked “The Terra Cotta Inn” at Palm Springs for our first time excursion. Once we walked in, it was clear this was not going to be our regular holiday.

After a couple of minutes, we ventured outside and my wife was convinced she’d leave the bottom half of her swim suit on. 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, we met wonderful people who have become life long friends and can not envision life without nude diversion.

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

This Altered My Life

69652880I understood the cool summer wind and the way that it felt so great so I got into the hot tub. Amazing!

For the remainder of that summer I did not put on clothing. My parents were frightened in the beginning but they understood this was what made me joyful.

Doylestown, Pennsylvania

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