A Nudist's Diary
This is a group where members enjoy to write and read experiences in nudity.
- created by suhritnew
who saw u first?
Return to DiscussionsWell............sense I grew up in a nudist colony in N. Calif. i guess my parents 1st, THEN all the rest of the 80 neighbor adults then all the kids too.
As an adult? My neighbors and then anyone who might see me as I either take the trash out or go check the mailbox, AND anyone who might come to the door from the pizza delivery girls to the UPS/Fedx drivers or even the local LDS or JW "Missionaries". As I'm a fulltime and lifelong nudist, anyone who comes a-callin at the door. I am NOT shy. I'm not an exibitionist, just not shy either.
I lived in Florida a few years. It was so hot that I jogged nude several miles at the local nature preserve. Several times I was surprised to see other men there. No one ever got upset...but they would nod or say hallo or give some small talk. I found it interesting no one ever looked shocked or upset that I was nude or evenasked about it. I think if they were with women or with other people they would have said something or maybe I would not have jogged past them. I am also surprised how it did not bother me either. I felt completely normal or perhapsI was too tired and too hot from jogging? ...and to this day it still happens. But I miss the Florida weather.
My best friend.
It was at Gunnison, and we went on a "dare", as I was interested in seeing what nudism was really "all about." Once we got there, it didn't take me very long to realize I wanted to try it out. While my best friend was napping, I went for a walk, got naked; and immediately realized that nudism was right for me. When he woke up he saw me naked besides him; so he was technically the first person to see me naked as a nudist.
He tried it too, enjoyed it; but decided it wasn't really "his thing." We still joke to this day about how I subsequently pursued nudism and have been one ever since that day; whereas for him it was a "one and done."
For me, it was the people at the nudist resort I went to.
It was one of those things I'd wanted to do for a very long time, to be nude outdoors. One warm Sunday I finally gathered up my courage and went to a nearby resort where they were having a volleyball tournament. Because it was a volleyball weekend, there were more visitors than regular guests so it wasn't as obvious that I was a stranger there. It was a great experience, one I've repeated many times since (of course I'm no longer considered a stranger).