The Nude Life

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Angie’s first time, Steve’s view…

When I first met my wife, while getting to know each other, I mentioned that I was a naturist. Just thought she should know in case things got serious.

Well, things got serious and I discovered that she thought that it was nice that I like trees and such. Hmm. Guess it’s time to explain the difference between naturist and naturalist.

She says she had to do some serious thinking about who I was and what she might be getting into. Can’t blame her. I mean, to most people (sadly) that’s kind of like saying “By the way, I’m a cannibal Nazi and sacrifice children every other Saturday”. Know what I mean?

She decided I was worth a try anyway. A few weeks into our relationship I took her to Mazo Beach, mid-winter, a sunny 45 degree day. Plenty of oil. Off go the clothes (sand was warm) and we took a hike along the beach. She loved it! Along the way we ran into a young couple, dressed properly for winter, engrossed in their laptops. They seemed a bit surprised to see us. Didn’t occur to us until later that they might not have realized they were at one of North America’s most famous nude beaches. After all, it was February and no one was there and there aren’t signs saying “Run away, run away! Naked people ahead!” But WE were. Woo woo. He wouldn’t look and she acted, well, about how you would expect someone to react to running into naked people at the mall. Lotsa self-conscious giggles. Trying to act normal when a really weird thing is happening. We said howdy and kept walking. Got a chuckle out of that one. Angie handled it like a trooper. Do you remember how strange it was being nude in public the first time? Very scary and strange but, good!

Rest of the day was eventless but terrific, and Angie was hooked! Yay!

-Steve

Angie’s first time, Angie’s view

I met this man (Steve), got to know him, and really thought he was the greatest thing since sliced bread. I thought I finally found the man for me. Then he dropped the ‘bomb’. He wasn’t a tree hugger; he was a nudist. Oh my! He told me because this is such an important part of his life he didn’t think he could be with someone who had a problem with it. I told him I needed time to process this and spent a couple of days trying to imagine the naturist life.

I was a repressed professional who had never done anything against the grain, so-to-speak. Steve spent time explaining the whole experience and I decided to take him up on the idea of going to the beach in mid-winter. It was so beautiful and no one was there so I thought “why not?” Once the clothes were off and the oil on I absolutely basked in the sun and beauty of the riverfront. I was sold. Once you take your clothes off you do feel more free than you have ever felt in your life.

From that first trip, to my 2 years worth of trips to the beach and our camp, I have always been in awe of the wonder of this fabulous way to experience life. I will never go back to textile. Unfortunately, it makes it very difficult to have to live in a textile world the rest of the time!

I ‘came out’ to my adult kids and sisters and because they know what a conservative person I was, they are actually asking questions about it and are showing some interest. Who knows, maybe they will take the plunge.

It’s still way too cold here (-20 degrees wind chill) but we are cozy and naked. That’s what heaters are for, right?

As you all know, it is a wonderful experience and I am soooo glad that I made that first trip to the beach. It is even more wonderful to speak to people who also know. Take it from us, it doesn’t matter where you live, you can be naked! (But Florida is looking really good right now!)

-Angie

We have re-published our series of blog postings from the nude cruise aboard the M/S Holland America Maasdam which we wrote during the cruise in February of this year. The complete series of posts from each day of the 10-day cruise is online in the Nude Cruises section of The Nude Life Forum.

If you haven’t seen those postings before when we wrote them back in February while on the cruise, you can read them all here, in one place, with a few links sprinkled in for reference to some of the items mentioned.

We hope you enjoy reading the posts as much as we did writing them. And as always, we invite your comments, feedback and questions — either here in the comments section of the blog, or in the Forum itself.

Over the weekend, we were chatting with a new nudist friend, a beautiful young woman who, with her husband, had discovered the joys of social nudism just recently while still in their early 30s. I asked the question I ask of nearly all new nudist friends, inquiring of them how they came to the nudist experience — and in their case, how they were lucky enough to discover it in early adulthood.

She responded that it was her husband’s idea to try it, and that he was very “gung-ho” to visit a nude beach. After much persuasion, she agreed to go along with him on a visit to Hippie Hollow, the famous “nude beach” on Austin’s Lake Travis.

Resolute that she would “never” take her clothes off, she went with her husband to placate his wish, and they soon found themselves at the famous “radio rock” at Hippie Hollow, a spot along the rocky shore where everyday people congregated, nude, to enjoy the beautiful scenery, weather, and the joy of simple nudism. No creepy perverts, no sex maniacs, no weirdos anywhere in sight, she remarked.

After a short while, she looked around and began to feel fairly self-conscious, dressed as she still was in a bikini. “OK,” she sighed, “I’ll take off my top.” And she did — then she noticed that no one really cared, stared, or made any notice of her state of dress or undress. Shortly after that, feeling the freedom and acceptance that nudism imparts to all who try it, she dispensed with the remaining scraps of textile that separated her from pure freedom, and, as she says, she “was hooked in a minute.” She was the last one on the beach that day to put her clothes back on.

As she says now, “It was just no big deal.” Nobody cared, one way or the other, what, if anything, she wore. Nude was better, she quickly discovered, and much more comfortable.
But the complete acceptance of her, clothed or nude, by the other visitors to Radio Rock at Hippie Hollow that day showed her how simple, how liberating, and how natural nudism is.

Now as confirmed, practicing, enthusiastic nudists, she and her husband have a whole lifetime of nude pleasure awaiting them. So many others will go their whole lives without discovering what they have found; for others, the revelation of nudism comes later or even too late in life to be fully enjoyed.

Like I have told many people over the years, nudism is like skydiving, SCUBA diving or learning to fly a plane: if you have ever thought about doing it, you should give it a try. One try will convince you one way or the other if it’s something you love and want to pursue, or if it’s not for you. But it is much better to try it and find out, than look back upon a lifetime wondering if perhaps you have missed something marvelous.