The Nude Life

Hello, again! And please excuse the two-week absence. We have been away on the road, wanting to blog but too busy due to life’s unexpected and expected interruptions, but all that is finished now and we can look forward to turning some attention back to this blog.

Many folks have written in response to this post that asked, “Now that we’re here, living full-time in a beautiful nudist resort, what do we write about?” Thanks to their suggestions, many topics have been recommended for future disucssion on this blog and indeed will be written about in the coming days and weeks.

Questions about our neighborhood, our neighbors, our community, the resort and much more have all come in, and although the answers to most of them are quite mundane, they deserve an answer and will be given one in the posts to come.

Meanwhile, we are preparing for our housewarming party in the middle of September, where we will get a chance to formally welcome our new neighbors to our new home, get to know them a little better, and break the ice with the few who we haven’t already made connections with. The party will be clothing optional, of course, and I hope to have our hot tub in operation well before the time of the party so folks can soak and bubble during their visit if they like.

And now for the first part of “What It’s Like” — having to do with service people who visit our community for their deliveries, service calls and so on.

All the usual service people you’d expect to see in any neighborhood visit our resort routinely, from the UPS and FedEx drivers, to the USPS letter carrier, to the water / gas / electric / cable / pest / carpet cleaning / plumber people. They know they are servicing a nudist resort — or if they don’t, they should, since our resort has been here for more than 45 years and is well-known in the city and the region.

For the routine delivery people, no one seems to bother on either side of the transaction when deliveries are made. I have greeted our UPS and FedEx driver nude on every occaision they have had to make a stop at our house, and they are completely accustomed to our custom and are just as friendly and professional as if you’d see them anywhere else.

For the other service people, we have dressed for our appointments with the pest and carpet cleaning people, since their arrival time was known in advance and they were going to be in the house for some time performing their work. I suppose other residents here do not bother with textiles for such visits, and I don’t think it is a problem for the service people either way — after all, we are all adults and they have certainly seen naked people before, at least a few times!

And for the service people who deliver and service the resort itself (beer trucks, food deliveries, pool service, electricians, and so on), they work and go about their business in a completely normal way, even with naked folks all around them in the common areas of the resort, on the streets and in the food and beverage outlets. No one makes a fuss, and everything is taken care of.

So at least as far as this question is concerned, it’s no big deal — and that is in fact what we have seen regarding all aspects of our life here in this nudist paradise so far. Nudity is expected, encouraged and completely the norm in all areas and at all times everywhere throughout our community, so no fuss is made about it and no one is offended, distressed or put off by it.

If only that were the case in the rest of society…

Somehow, three-and-a-half full weeks have elapsed since the day we arrived at our new home after making the drive from Texas, to take up residence full-time at America’s most beautiful nudist resort. What an amazing time it has been!

The day we arrived, we made it just in time to head to the pool to cool off, relax and enjoy a few adult beverages at Happy Hour. We spent most of the time during those hourse just smiling at each other, relieved and excited by the realization that we had finally made it, and were now really and truly at our new home, where we can be nude as much as we like all day every day everywhere throughout this beautiful development.

Then we had a scant two days to decompress and start preparing for becoming full-time Florida residents, with all the required administrative overhead that involved. By the time Friday night rolled around, we noticed that about 2,000 visitors had arrived at the resort ahead of the biggest party weekend of the year here, Parrothead Weekend, a giant Jimmy Buffet-themed party with hundreds and hundreds of people from all over the US coming in for the biggest nude Parrothead party anywhere.

We joined in the fun for Friday night, but then received the call from our mover that he was running four days early and wanted to deliver our 3.25 tons of household belongings to us the next morning, Saturday! We knew it was going to be a hassle having him here during such a busy day at the park, but we also wanted to get the unloading over with, so we told him to come on ahead and we made plans to meet his truck and lead him and his crew into the resort about 10:30 Saturday morning.

I went across the street bright and early Saturday morning to meet the giant Mayflower moving truck and greet our driver who loaded us up in Texas. I told him, “Follow me through the gate, keep the speed to 10 MPH, and by the way, this is a nudist resort, so you might see a few people with no clothes on.” His enthusiastic response to that little announcement was surprising and a bit of a relief.

As we led him and his giant truck down the neighborhood streets, he found himself in the midst of a paradise of serenity as we passed by the lakefront, the front office building, the motel villas, and then into the residential neighborhood of beautiful single-family homes. By the time we were at our place and ready to unload, he eagerly remarked, “Man, this is like paradise back here — I’ve never seen anything like this place!” I concurred with both of his observations.

At my urging and with no small amount of my help, in just a few minutes over two hours we had unloaded our 6,500-lbs. of boxes, furniture and everything else we brought from Texas and we were ready to lead the giant Mayflower truck out of the resort…at exactly the time the big “Parrothead Weekend” parade was headed down the main roads of the resort!

It was quite a sight among the 60-plus decorated golf carts, motorcycles, scooters and bicycles to see a giant Mayflower semi truck and tractor crawling along, with the three crew inside seeing hundreds and hundreds of naked folks in their finest Margaritaville regalia. Women were throwing beads into their open tractor cab windows, tossing Jell-O shots at them, and of course whooping and yelling. And the driver and his two-man crew were smiling and laughing the whole time, sure that they would never see another sight like this in their lives.

In the three weeks since that day, we have managed to unpack every box and stow away / hang / store / arrange everything we moved from Texas. We bought a new BBQ grill and set up our kitchen and dining room, gotten the TV, Internet and other utilities online, and set up our three computers and the wireless network in the house, along with the cable box and stereo…so all the modern conveniences are up and running.

Plus, we’ve gotten into the wonderful resort-style living routine that we have looked forward to: activities nearly every night of the week, nice afternoons by the pool when we’re able to dodge the almost daily afternoon thunderstorms, and the luxury of not needing to be dressed for days at a time as we go about our routine.

It’s hard to imagine that after only three weeks, we’re both really getting used to being nude all day as the norm, but that seems to be the case. The morning routine is much simpler and quicker: arise, shower / shave / shampoo, then towel off, comb the hair, swipe on some underarm deodorant, then set off for the driveway where our daily copy of the Orlando Sentinel awaits.

Breakfast, coffee and the rest of the day commences from there, without the need or a thought to getting dressed or what to wear, when, unless we need to run an errand or visit the grocery store. Simple, blissful, comfortable, delicious nudity day and night. It doesn’t take any time at all to see why everyone here loves this place and this way of life so much.

Beyond all that, there’s not a whole lot to write about! We go about our day as usual, doing all the things anyone would do living in a small residential community: ride our bike down to get the mail every afternoon; go out to dinner; have a beer at the pool during our afternoon of sun and relaxation; chores around the house; yard work; etc., etc. Not terribly remarkable. Maybea visit from Fay will make life even more interesting here in the next few days!

So, the question is, what’s next to write about? I ask my readers to suggest topics they’d like to see mentioned in upcoming posts. Send your ideas to editor@thenudelife.com and we’ll see where it takes us!