A Model Nudist, Part One

I grew up in a very modest house. Full nudity was confined to the restroom and only consisted of shower or bath time. I do not remember ever seeing anyone else in the house nude. Maybe that’s why nudity fascinated me as a teenager (beyond the ordinary curiosity about sex, etc.).

Someplace around seventh grade, I began reading fantasy novels by Edgar Rice Burroughs and Conan books by Robert E. Howard. The covers of these paperbacks featured amazing paintings by Frank Frazetta or Boris Vallejo. Many of them involved nudity by members of both genders. The nudity wasn’t of a sexual nature; the characters in the paintings were involved in other endeavors. A lot of them involved fight, where I figured nudity was definitely not advantageous.

The narratives in the novels featured scenes of casual nudity fairly often, particularly the Martian novels of Edgar Rice Burroughs. Both John Carter (from World) and the Martian characters believed nothing of running around in the altogether. In fact, the John Carter character’s system of transport to Mars consistently demanded him waking up nude somewhere on earth. My young head wondered what such a place would be like, where one could be free to be oneself and not be ashamed.

I ‘d just heard of “nudist colonies” as if they were a distant phenomenon (the movie “A Shot in the Dark” being the most celebrated reference). In high school, I heard rumors that there was a nudist camp somewhere in our county, but in the days before the Net, a teenager like me had no clue where to go to find out more.

I eventually graduated high school and went off to college. While I was there, I met a young lady who was an art major. She mentioned in passing that she drew nude models in her figure drawing class. The concept of modeling for this type of category was both frightening and exciting at precisely the same time. I ventured over to the art building and saw a sheet on a bulletin board advertisements for versions. They were paying five dollars, which, in the time, was better than every other occupation I could get. I went to the Tuesday evening open figure drawing session and made an attempt to attract the female model there. My drawings were terrible, but I was not too interested in drawing. I needed to watch a session and see the way the model behaved, was treated, etc. It took me awhile to collect the guts to join as a model myself, but I finally did.

I got a call from the coordinator of that open session. His model had canceled for that night, and he needed someone to cover. I accepted somewhat reluctantly. Once I hung up the phone, I realized the class started in less than an hour. I took a long walk around campus before entering the studio. There were only two girls who’d shown up to draw that night. It was election night, and I’m certain plenty of people stayed home to watch the returns.

I did not even have pure nudism , but the female model I ‘d discovered had not had one either. I simply stripped down beside the modeling platform. I got down to my knickers, took a heavy breath, and slipped them off. There I was. The two women didn’t run screaming that there clearly was a naked man in the room. I took my poses and got more comfortable as the evening went on.

-Dan H.
Fort Worth, Texas
Surprised the Manager

While in Ohio, on vacation, we decided to see Paradise Gardens (outside Cincinnati). When we drove up the road, passed through the gates and found a parking place, we couldn’t see the office, only a hint pointing to where it was. Getting out of the car, we shucked our clothes, grabbed a towel and went searching for the office.

When we explained to the manager that we were neophytes, she exclaimed, “This is your first time and you are already naked!”

Yes, we were, and we certainly appreciated our say in the gardens.

OY VEY! My Jewish Mother

I was raised by a Jewish mother who instructed me that revealing skin was the worst thing on earth. She also instilled in me that my body was definitely not amazing or perfect. I heard it on a regular basis. Cover up. I even had to wear shoes in the home when visitors came, because my toes were “odd looking” in her eyes.

At 25, my then boyfriend told me about a nude beach he was going to every weekend. He desired me to go with him. I thought he was nuts. I resisted at first, but then he eventually talked me into it. He promised we would leave if I could not handle it.

I climbed the rocks with trepidation. We got onto the shore, I threw my stuff on the sand, looked around and went WOW! It took me maybe 20 seconds to take my clothing off. That whole summer was like the summertime that I fell in love with myself and my body for the very first time ever.

I missed it. I felt like something was missing. My reaction was pure delight.

We ordered it for the subsequent weekend. I was so excited that I made myself sick. Nothing was going to stop me. I went anyhow, and that was the day I rediscovered myself-the day I became truly living and whole again. That was 1993. Today, I live in a nudist resort in Land O’ Lakes, Florida; and I’m so fortunate to be able to dwell here. As a single gal, I feel safe.

Land O’ Lakes, Florida
We Never Looked Back

We were interested, nervous and fearful, all at exactly the same time. We researched various options and picked “The Terra Cotta Inn” at Palm Springs for our first time excursion. Once we walked in, it was apparent this wasn’t going to be our ordinary holiday. We were shown around the grounds by Mary Clare and then went to our room to get unpacked.

After a couple of minutes, we ventured outside and my wife was certain she’d leave the bottom half of her swim suit on. After less than 5 minutes, she saw that she was the only man with anything on and quickly took them away.

On that first trip, we met wonderful people that have become life long friends and can’t imagine life without nude recreation.

For those who have thought of trying it, stop thinking and start planning. You will not regret it.

This Altered My Life

One day when my parents were not home I was in my robe alone in the house. I comprehended the cool summer wind and the way it felt so good so I got into the hot tub. Amazing!

For the rest of that summer I didn’t put on garments. My parents were scared initially but they recognized this was what made me joyful.

Doylestown, Pennsylvania


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