“The only time I put on clothes is to leave the grounds to go shopping or tend to business.”
When I was about 10, my parents were afraid that if I fell off a boat I might drown, so they enrolled me in a swim class at the local(Westfield, New Jersey). In the indoor-pool all-boys class, nudity was mandatory for the students. I loved the body freedom and the equality with my fellow students.
As soon as I was old enough not to need a babysitter, my parents would leave me alone when they went out for the evening. Whenever they left, as soon as their car was out of sight, I’d run to my room, ditch my clothes, and return to the living room or kitchen to spend the rest of the evening gloriously naked. I continued going nude around the house when my parents were out, and in my room after they had gone to bed. I remember warm summer nights lying on my bed without sheets as balmy breezes from the open windows wafted across my entire body. I felt wonderful!
I longed to repeat the feeling of freedom I’d had atbut had no opportunity for 12 years, until at age of 22 I moved to California to attend graduate school. A friend a year ahead of me showed some slides of the San Francisco Bay Area, one showing a road sign for which he narrated. “Below this sign is a nude beach.” I memorised the sign as he flipped to the next slide. Soon I suggested to my wife that we go to the coast and, without saying why, I took her to that nude beach, Bonny Doon. When we arrived on the beach, I spread our blanket and took off my clothes. For the first time since my teen years, I was delighted to feel the breezes blowing over my entire body! I knew I was home.
I came to know myself as a naturist. To me, this is like a nudist but with more: it means accepting 100% of my body from head to toe, with no parts to be ashamed of or hidden away. In my religious moments, I consider the human body to be God’s divine creation, far superior to any man-made clothing, deserving neither shame nor degrading exploitation. I feel closer to Mother Nature when I’m outdoors without the barrier of clothing. In weather pleasant for nudity, clothing feels oppressive and confining.
In 1988 I founded the Bay Area Naturists and organised the first annual clean-up at Bonny Doon Beach. We just finished our 30th consecutive clean-up in 2017. Over the years the Santa Cruz County Board of Supervisors has acknowledged us naturists as a responsible user community at the beach.
Source: Huff Post
Original publication 10 October, 2017
Posted on NatCorn 3 weeks ago
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