The Nude Life

I am back for a few days at our new home in America’s most beautiful nudist resort, checking on our new house and getting a few small projects done before our eventual move here later in July.

The return to the freedom and pleasure of full-time nudity around the house and throughout the resort is an almost guilty indulgence. While others outside our world of a residential nudist resort community must go about their daily business fully clothed, and without the exquisite luxury of not ever needing to think about what to wear, when, I have the freedom to attend to the day’s chores and projects in the most comfortable way possible.

During my four days here, I’ll spend about six hours clothed outside the park, setting up some things for our change in residency and buying some furnishings. Aside from that, and the short duration of a furniture delivery here tomorrow, I can be free and nude at all times as I settle into the incredible realization that The Nude Life is indeed becoming a reality for my wife and I.

That means that the ordinary and the routine become new and delightful adventures when performed nude in this garden paradise. Just today, all of these mundane things were done by me nude for the first time, much to my delight and unending amazement:

• Leaf-blowing and vacuuming the front drive, steps and back deck with an electric leaf vac
• Cooling off with an outdoor shower after the above, so as not to return inside with my sweaty, leaf debris-speckled body
• Installing a safety tail light on my bike
• Going around the inside and outside of the house finding out where all of the keys that were left us by the original owner fit and opened
• Consulting with a carpenter and getting a quote for remodeling work on the new house
• Doing the paperwork needed to get a Florida driver license and transfer the title for our house

Add to that the delectable delight of simply waking in the morning nude and covered in the sunshine of a summer morning in Florida, knowing that there is no need to dress for nearly the whole day; the fun of enjoying breakfast, lunch and dinner nude at the restaurants and bars in the resort, and of course relaxing poolside for a late-afternoon cool-down and swim, and the pleasure of not needing to draw the shades at night when relaxing nude in the house. Life is so much simpler, less complicated and infinitely more comfortable in this nudist community. Each day is a vacation. Each hour is a release from the rest of the world. Each moment is a moment to cherish and savor.

There are countless other impeccably delightful and marvelous experiences awaiting us in The Nude Life we have chosen for the next phase of our lives. Each one will bring a smile to our face and build upon the incredible joy that nudism has brought to us and others who have discovered this fabulous way of life. But even during these initial days at our new home, there are many, many things about The Nude Life that I won’t have any trouble getting used to…nude.

What kinds of ordinary things have become delightful for you when done nude? Share your experiences with other nudists from around the world in The Nude Life Forum.

As I type this, it is a gorgeous, sunny early summer day in the Orlando area, with puffy white clouds dotting a blue sky, temperatures in the low 90’s, and the sun is shining brightly above. I am sitting on the rear deck of our new house, using a wireless connection to post the blog for the first time from our new residence at Cypress Cove. Naturally, I’m nude, as we both have been since getting back onto the property last night after a day of errands and shopping.

The reality of actually living here — even if just for our first day as residents — is still sinking in. The idea that clothing is not needed nor required anywhere on the 280 acres of this serene, beautiful development is still a little too good to be true. But it is.

We closed on our new house today and bid the prior owners farewell. They have left us with a beautiful home, which has been well-maintained and incredibly expanded and enhanced over the years. It sits amid a tropical paradise of mature cypress and palm trees, with a lush park behind our house and a cozy neighborhood of about 200 other homes like ours.

In the three days since we arrived to make all this happen, we have been warmly greeted by dozens of other Cypress Cove residents, each of them taking time to welcome us to the Cove, wishing us well, and offering their help and genuine welcome to the community. Living at a nudist resort brings with it the fabulous amenity of having hundreds of nice, unpretentious neighbors.

Since arriving Wednesday, we have done the following things in the nude for the first time ever: closed on a house; gotten our hair cut; hooked up a TV & sound system; unloaded a SUV-full of supplies; unpacked and set up a sleeper sofa from IKEA that will serve as our bed for these few nights during our first week here; and driven around the neighborhood in our rented SUV. The freedom of just walking out the front door of the house, hopping in the car and driving to the other side of the resort in the nude is something that is just too delicious to describe.

Tonight, we’re looking forward to the “dive-in movie” at the main pool, where the Cove sets up a large projection screen at one end of the pool and shows a movie after dark, with all the movie-watchers relaxing in and around the pool. That follows a special seafood dinner night at the Lakeside Restaurant here, and of course Happy Hour at Cheeks Bar. Which reminds me…we need to get over to happy hour!

Day One as full-time nudists and we’re loving every minute of it. Highly, highly recommended.

Today’s glorious, brilliant sun, mid-80’s high temperatures and sapphire-blue skies beckoned us out to a local nudist resort for the day, our first of 2008 to enjoy outdoors in wonderful nude freedom and comfort after too long of a chilly and dreary winter.

We enjoyed the company of many of our nudist friends, who were just as eager to be back outdoors and under a warm sun again. It was our club’s first ‘official’ outdoor event of the year, and the weather was absolutely perfect.

Upon arriving in mid-morning and getting out of our clothes, I spent two delightful hours lounging in the morning sun. Others in our party arrived a bit later, and when they did they moderated their time under the sun much more than I did, and so by early afternoon, it was apparent that I had made a typical “nudist noobie” mistake: getting an all-over sunburn. It’s a mild case, but the tenderness is such that putting clothes back on is not at all pleasant, and so off they came again as soon as we got home.

Being a nudist for many years now, I should know better. But the warmth of the sun is so inviting, and the time spent away from such a wonderful feeling made the two hours I laid out seem so brief, that I’m happy to pay the price of a couple of days of tenderness. 

Thank God for the alert action by Wisconsin’s Finest in protecting us from ourselves! Risking life and limb (not to mention risking looking like total fools) the cops nabbed a dangerous criminal right in the act.

Totally sober, on a bet with his Dad, a teenage boy criminal ran across the lake behind their house, get ready for this, sit down, TOTALLY NAKED!!!

Can you believe it? Right here in Amerika! I’m shocked! What is this country coming to? Where is the death penalty when you need it?

The next thing you know, women will be exposing their ankles at the beach! This must be stopped right here and right now!

What this country needs is more sex and violence on TV, more wars, higher taxes on working people, and less health care for those sick people who are cluttering up our hospitals and clinics! Certainly not naked boys on deserted lakes in a desolate area of Wisconsin!

Let’s get our priorities straight and smash these disgusting folks that think there’s nothing wrong with a little harmless nudity! That’s where I want to see my law enforcement dollars going!

For the full, ugly article, click here: TMJ4 News

- Steve

After being nudists for over a decade, and living the nude life at home and with friends in an active nudist club for all of those years, it seems that one’s perception of what is ‘normal’ takes a dramatic twist.

For example, how many times have you been greeted warmly by a smiling nude woman, with a sincere hug and “air kiss,” the moment after walking into her house? When is the last time you stood inches away from a half-dozen naked folks of all ages, shapes and sizes, yakking away while you yourself and all of them are just as naked as can be, and having a great time with no sense of self-consciousness or discomfort? How much time do you spend sitting among a group of nude folks in a bubbly hot tub, with steam and warm water invigorating a chilly winter night, with no thought at all that anything is the slightest bit out of the ordinary? Have you spent a night playing BINGO at a nudist resort in a room filled with 100 other folks who couldn’t care less what you are or aren’t wearing? Have you stood in front of 1,200 strangers on the stage of a cruise ship, nude, performing in the passenger talent show during a nude cruise — and had a standing ovation?

Each of those situations, and many, many more, are part and parcel of the nude life for us, and have been for a long time. All our best friends are folks we see most often when they have not a stitch on, and we’re just as comfortable and at ease with them and with ourselves when we’re all nude as any other group of good friends would be sitting at a TGI Friday’s fully dressed.

Is this ‘normal?’

Is it sensible / rational / acceptable for adults to accept others as friends / fellow humans in their natural state, without the contrivances and artificiality that textiles confer upon us when we’re dressed?

Those of us who live and love the nude life would argue strongly that it is — if not “normal” in the common sense of the word — that it is something that humans are very adaptable to, and in fact, are more suited toward.

Standing among a group of good friends and discussing matters great and small, nude, is something that is very intoxicating about the nude life. Relaxing in summer’s heat in Nature’s own couture among your fellow skinnydippers, or spending a cool evening in a warm a steamy hot tub with a group of other carefree nudist friends — all of these are experiences that have become second-nature to us after all these years and which we would not like to live without in the future.