The Nude Life

It was a perfect summer day at Mazo Beach. Warm and sunny, a few fluffy clouds decorating a flawless blue sky, the Wisconsin River sparkling on it’s way to join the Mississippi, then on to New Orleans and the Gulf of Mexico.

A full complement of beachgoers were frolicking in the water, sunning, playing volleyball. You know, all the things that happy naked people do when they’re happily naked!

Along came a half dozen or so fully clothed men and women who set up lawn chairs in a row and sat down. And stayed that way. Hmm.

Well, nudity isn’t required at the beach but is certainly the norm, and gawkers are definitely not welcome, but they didn’t seem to be gawking. Just sitting there fully clothed on a beach. Hmm again.

Quite some time later, as we were leaving, we stopped and said howdy to them. Told them (nicely) that we were curious as to why they’d be sitting on a beach on a beautiful day dressed from head to toe. I mean, it’s a mile walk from the parking lot and there are a lot of handier beaches.

Finally one of them sheepishly said they were waiting for someone to go first! After a moment or so he said, “I guess I will.” And did.

The rest promptly jumped up and began following suit and as we left them they were busily shedding a lifetime of inhibitions and misconceptions. We can hope and assume that they proceeded to have one of the best afternoons of their lives. Certainly the most memorable!

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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 meteorological muse was good to those of us in North Texas again this past weekend, and we were able to enjoy the whole weekend with our nudist friends. A pool party under the warm sun on Saturday let us luxuriate once again free of the clammy bathing costumes that feel so unnatural now on the rare instances when we are compelled to wear them.

That happened Friday night when we stayed the night at a hotel with an outdoor hot tub and pool. After dinner with two friends, we made our way to the hot tub and hit the switch for the bubbles to start the warm water circulating. Noticing that our hotel had very few guests in-house for the night, and that the hot tub and pool area was out of plain view of nearly everything else around, we quickly dispensed with our bathing suits and enjoyed the half-hour in the hot tub together nude as we all preferred. There was an audible “Ahhhh!” as each of us shimmied out of our swimsuit and felt the warm water tickling our bodies all over.

We struggled and groaned when the time came to wriggle back into the bathing suits for the short walk indoors to the hotel room. What a bother — and so totally unnecessary! Nudism is not only much, much more comfortable, but also much more convenient!

At the pool party on Saturday, things felt much more ‘normal:’ glorious warmth and relaxation free from the clammy constraints of soggy, chilly and clingy bathing suits we had to use (albeit briefly) the night before. And since there is no wet bathing suit to try to towel off after leaving the pool, beach towels stay much drier than when you have to soak up all the water absorbed by the superfluous textiles of a bathing suit.

So to the long list of great reasons to try nudism, add this: convenience! And just a whole lot less to worry about and fuss over when enjoying a fun day outdoors.

Yes, I know it’s been a while (OK, it’s been nearly two months!) since the last post, but the life of a full-time nudist in Texas is a busy one this time of year! We have literally been too busy being nude to post updates lately!

Since the last post, we have hosted two nude pool parties for our nudist friends at our house, attended as guests at a half-dozen more nudist pool parties at the homes of other friends, and spent a week in Cancun with 20+ of our nudist friends.

Summer finally came to North Texas and we wasted no time catching up on our nude sunbathing, nude recreation and fun with our nudist friends. Summer is all too brief as it is already, and this year’s soggy, cloudy and rainy summer in Texas put a real crimp on our summer fun.

We tried to make up for it with nudist activities nearly every weekend since mid-July. Both of the skinnydipping parties we hosted were a lot of fun — the first one was enjoyed by nearly 70 of our nudist friends on a glorious 100-degree day; the second one, last weekend, was also a lot of fun albeit a bit smaller, with a cozy 30 attendees.

Alas, we have just a few more weeks to enjoy naked outdoor fun in North Texas before the cooler weather drives us inside for the fall and winter. But we will keep the fun going through the cooler months as well, since our local club is never at a loss for an excuse to get naked — indoors or out — and have some nice nudist fun any time of year.

Nude recreation is indeed the reason summer was invented. Nothing in this world compares to the luxurious freedom of skinnydipping on a warm summer day, with friends who enjoy your love of the simple pleasure of sun and water upon the skin as much as you do, and who accept you as you are in your natural state. I am convinced that anyone who tries it will like it — love it, more likely — and that our circle of nudist friends will continue to grow.