I managed to lie down

Endeavoring my knee joints in order to be as decorous as potential. Eventually I
got a bit bored and a little more adventurous, and determined to get in the hot tub
and try having a conversation with a complete stranger while bare. The youthful
man, I reasoned after, was either a gigolo-in-training or had missed his
calling. He was tender and good natured, low key, discretely alert to my
awkwardness and the opportunity to help. http://verforo.com/__media__/js/netsoltrademark.php?d=nudism.name did was attest
that it was indeed okay to bend over. He declared the hot tub was too hot,
fetched some buckets and dipped water from the pool to cool it, while readily
bending, squatting or stooping as crucial. Which that two-year-old in the
playgound knew and I had entirely forgotten. The second nicest thing he did
was give me my first massage after which let me reciprocate. With no hint of
sexual invitation.
Encounter, and by automatically following my own inclinations without censure,
it was nothing less than just what I desired.
The entire weekend was as
delightful and all-around-awareness-building as that first afternoon. I can't
say it was just mind-opening, because it was substantially more than conscious
Consciousness that was enlarged. I wish I had kept a journal. As it was, I managed
to arrange a month away from work and returned that summer, the summer of '82,
for a full massage class. During this time I was totally and completely
physical and societal. I used ton't read one novel. I didn't see a computer or a TV. I
did dishes for pleasure. I slept on the floor in a big hall with 30 other snoring,
farting folks, and I slept like a baby.
day five days per week under supervision and experimented nighttime and weekends,
with feathers and beards! In the sun, on the yard, between the
We loved and
laughed as children do before they learn anxiety. I played as if I hadn't ever understood
fear. I relearned trust and unlearned the differences between men and women and
I also wept and grieved and others wept with me. And every
tear of sorrow was joyous and amazing. To cry for passing is to cry for life. I
had been grieving for death before I knew what it was to be fully living. Maybe
because of https://thinkjam-dot-yamm-track.appspot.com/Redirect?ukey=1XM-VYsg62K1_vnzaSPxxqBIePmd_Nk_Khgd-Ds6loN8-0&key=YAMMID-61505729&link=http://nudist-video.net .
Among the people I played
with, on a deeper and more intimate degree, was Chuck, the man I married three
weeks afterwards (yes, weeks), and have been married to for over fourteen years. We
spend every winter with other naked people since he retired. I wish we still were
Connected with Getting In Touch, which was a truly remarkable location. But http://tdiinternational.net/__media__/js/netsoltrademark.php?d=videonudism.com do
have the memories. I still write computer programs, but only for fun, and I now
read doctrine with exactly the same attention I once gave to specialized guides.
I guess it all started as a child,
although I was not conscious of it at that time.
I understood nothing of naturism subsequently, but I do know that I loved to take my clothing
of in open spaces,
and around the home when nobody was in.
I was taught nudity is INCORRECT except in private, ie. bathroom or
bedroom with the door close.
I used to
live on the outskirts of a town on the south shore of England, behind our dwelling
was open fields,
It was here
that I first experience the feel of the sunlight, wind and rain on my naked body, and
I ENJOYED it.


Yes I know we have all been there, the skinny dipping crowd, but it was not only
that for me.
I went out of my way to break free from the other lads so I could strip off and
Appreciate nudity,
not for a laugh, but because I felt it was right. I 'd lay there and appreciate
standing in the stream or sitting in it and feeling the cool water flowing
around my body.
I would just sit and watch as other animals moved around in the bushes and open
spaces,
or I'd go running through the ferns, increase trees.
Sometimes
on my own it was better,
I'd lay in the open by a camp fire nude, and on a clear night just look up
at the stars, how wonderful it felt,
the heat from the dancing flames of the fire, on my naked body, only to be
cooled by the strange breeze of wind.
When I started to compose
this page I understood that it really had nothing to do with Naturism/Nudism,
but there again it's a part of my life, and part of the process by which I
became a Naturist.
So if you believe it's no place here then I can only apologies as I think it
does.
As I entered my mid-teens I found that other distractions took me away from my
earlier pastimes.
Leaving school and finding work, and starting to get involved in other teenage
activities, i.e. clubs, drink, girls,
and of course the dreaded word sex.
the change in lifestyle,