The Nude Life

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.

The blog was neglected last week as we were on vacation out of town — our lone non-nudist vacation planned for this year. As such, we were obliged to spend the bulk of our time clothed.

We find that one of the greatest attractions the nudist way of living affords is also its most obvious: the simple state of being nude. “Simple nudity,” as it were.
Besides a perfect description of the state of unclothedness itself, “Simple Nudity” is also a term at law, as it is mentioned frequently in legislation meant to ban sexually oriented forms of nudity while making a distinction, and usually an exception, for the nudist approach to the state of being nude.

Simple nudity for nudists is the natural state. Being unclad, whenever and wherever appropriate, affords the freedom and comfort that make simple nudity one of life’s most sublime pleasures. Enjoying everyday life in the state of simple nudity, without shame or pretension, is what social nudism is all about. Best of all, every person on Earth is equally well-adapted to give it a try. And we have found that in the proper setting, and in the company of other lovers of this wonderful way of enjoying life, nearly everyone who tries it, loves it.