The Nude Life

After what seems like months and months (well, actually, it has been months and months!), we leave Texas tomorrow to fly to Central Florida and sign the papers for our new home in a nudist resort. The walk-through is on Thursday, and the transfer of ownership (and paperwork, keys, insurance, upkeep responsibility, etc., etc.) all happens Friday morning. We will spend the weekend getting light housekeeping set up at the new place, and trying to settle in for a few days of actual vacation as well.

Buying our home at Cypress Cove and getting everything lined up for retirement in the next few weeks has been a huge amount of work, but also a lot of excitement. We had about 50 nudist friends over to our house in Texas last weekend to help clear out much of the furniture and other things we won’t need after the move, followed by a really fun pool party that night. It was sad to think it might be our very last nude pool party here in Texas, but we can’t complain after all the many, many happy times we’ve had in this house for the past 15 years as nudists.

Moving into a nudist resort is not without some unique complications. Example: our homeowner’s insurer wanted to get some photos of the house for their files, so they have a record of the house they are insuring. That meant working out a time for the photographer they hired to come by and gain entrance to the resort to take the photos, and when I called him to confirm the details, he admitted it would be his first time ever to visit a “nudist colony.” Of course, I gently corrected his use of that old and distasteful term, and assured him that he’d be visiting a perfectly ordinary American neighborhood, with one particular difference: none of the folks he would encounter were likely to be wearing anything.

So, again our apologies for the lack of frequent blog posts of late, but I think they will improve in both regularity and content once we get the keys to our new place in hand and can relax a bit in our new community of nudist neighbors. Until then, thanks for your readership and for the many encouraging comments sent our way via e-mail.

Yes, our posting rate here at The Nude Life is not what you’d expect from any decent, high-volume blog, but it’s the best we can do under the circumstances. The circumstances, it turns out, are those that have us as busy as can be getting ready to move to a nudist resort in Florida to live full-time in just a very short while now. So while other nudist bloggers have all but given up on their blogs (very understandably so), ours is still here — while we’re busy building The Nude Life full-time.

The countdown has begun to the day we move to Cypress Cove to settle in to our new home, and the 18,000-odd details that it will take to make that happen are underway now. Selling our current home, disconnecting from jobs, clubs and other entanglements with our “past life” are proceeding along, and we are optimistic that this will all be wrapped up in a month or two.

Our nudist friends know of our plans to chuck it all and move to a place where clothes are not needed anytime, anywhere, and I have no doubt at least some of them will take us up on our offer to have them come and visit when they can. Virtually no one else has any idea that we are even moving, let alone moving into a nudist resort, so when/if the day comes when they start asking about our new home, we will be truthful with them but considerate in not trying to shock them with the revelation. We have “nothing to hide,” as it were, with our news of taking up The Nude Life full-time, but neither do we particularly care to share the details of our private life with people who are only casual friends.

Meanwhile, summertime has arrived in Texas and we are back to our routine of simple nudity day and night around the house and pool, as the temperatures and warm breezes make clothing a bother. We’ve had the chore of cleaning and emptying out the house in preparation for putting it up for sale made less onerous by being able to do nearly all the work nude. So although our rate of posting has slowed down, we’re every bit as nude as you’d expect from nudist in Texas in the Spring — we’re nude most of the time!

And indeed this weekend, we will be holding a “nude garage sale,” inviting our nudist friends over to pick and take away the items and furniture we won’t be moving with us to Florida. That’s followed by what might very well be the last-ever nude pool party at our house for those dear nudist friends…the end of a very wonderful 14 years or so of fun fun fun nude parties at our house through the years.

So, dear Reader, excuse the lack of postings for the time being as we work on making our dream come true. The Nude Life Blog will be here, and we promise updates as time allows. Meanwhile, don’t neglect The Nude Life Forum, where you can connect and discuss The Nude Life with others from around the world.

Lo and behold the front page of The New York Times Web site today, where a 2-page color cover story in the Sunday Travel section highlighted the growing industry of nude travel and nude resorts.

The cover shot is of the main pool at Hidden Beach Resort and some guests playing nude water volleyball, one of the prime mid-afternoon activities at that lovely resort and one which I have enjoyed for many delightful hours. The accompanying photo gallery of shots from other resorts including the beautiful new Mira Vista Resort and Spa outside Tucson in Arizona are quite revealing, especially for a mainstream family newspaper.

Overall, a good article, ignoring the common mistake of labeling naturists as “naturalists” and the reference to Sea Mountain Inn as a legitimate nudist resort (it is not). This kind of ‘exposure’ can’t do anything but help bring the idea of taking a ‘nakation‘ to the minds of the several million Sunday Times readers this weekend — just ahead of a long, warm summer in the US. Millions more Web site readers will also be let in on the little secret we nudists have enjoyed for many years: once you take a nude vacation, no other kind of vacation measures up.

Big thanks to AANR for working with the Times reporters on this story for many months.

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. 

Be careful of what you let your women see.  I discovered a website by a talented artist,  Jennie Rosenbaum, who also has much to say about women’s issues and our lifestyle, and asked Angie to check it out and see if we should include a mention of it on our site.

Next thing you know, she’s fallen in love with a painting and KAZZAMM! we’re 90 frozen pizzas poorer.  Plus, it’s going to need just the right framing.  More pizzas.

But you know, it’s beautiful.  It means different things to each of us, guess that’s what art is.

Besides, in a couple of years those pizzas would be eaten and forgotten, this painting will still be with us, then our children.  Not such a bad deal.

Oh, and guys, watch out for yourselves too.  You might just spend a lot of frozen pizzas yourself.  Art can be very seductive.  But, ahh, so rewarding!

- Steve