Nudist Resort Report - I Was Nude In Public. That is Correct. No Clothes!
Guest Site By: Diane Kawasaki
I was naked in public for the very first time ever!
I Was Naked In Public - I will admit it, I like to dress up like a skanky whorebag for Halloween. I love taking dumb photos with complete strangers in West Hollywoodit's like a tradition. Yet, Halloween 2011 was different. In place of dolling up in the trashiest ensemble I could find, I ditched clothes altogether, spent Halloween weekend at a nudist resort and had my first naturist experience. That is correct, I was Nude In Public. No Clothing!
I have been happy as a textile. I am uncertain what brings most people to the naturist resort, but I finally made the decision to bare it all because I was so of scared of nudity. Secondly, I liked the thought of being in a setting where it was socially acceptable to not wear pants. I hate wearing slacks. Pants: the ultimate reminder that I have a big butt. Thanks slacks, you bastard!
Diane Kawasaki
Among my best buddies is a naturist. Throughout our friendship, he is shared bits and pieces of life as a nudist. I gave my buddy a lot of props for being so secure in his skin to hang out nude in front of complete strangers. I believed it was magnificent and said my normal line, that is cool, we should try that someday (I didn't mean it AT ALL).
While the thought of overcoming those insecurities was indeed great, I'd never actually planned to seriously take action. That would include me being naked in front of strangers AND my friendmy MALE pal (i.e. I had have to see his you know ahhh!).
A few days before Halloween weekend, my friend encouraged me to a costume party at Olive Della lovely nudist resort in Colten, CA. I received his text right before bed and felt especially adventuresome at the time. For some reason, when I am bundled in my blankets about to fall asleep, I'm invincible and curiously optimistic.
The next morning I woke up in dread. I looked through my texts and immediately regretted my decision. I hopped from bed, jumped in the shower and thought of every possible reason to bail on the nudist resort weekend. At enough time, my buddy Nicole had caught a cold. I was so worked up over my anxieties and even thought about deliberately getting her cold.
I eventually accepted that I was going to spend my weekend at a naturist resort NUDE. From experience, the things I feared most generally turn out to be extremely awesome, life-changing moments. I understood that my buddy was actually stoked to have his first cloth buddy to crossover into naturism and I did not want to let him down. I made the choice it was going to be amazing and that was it.
I told Nicole that I was planning to attend a nudist resort. Are you going to hammer strangers?
Angry Kawasaki
In response, I told her: Uh, NO. Well, I don't actually know what is going to occur. We'll see. She was horrified.
I actually did not know what to expect. While my naturist friend filled me in on some details, I felt inundated by the unknown.
I've always been neurotic and it didn't surprise me that I 'd all sorts of irrational fears outside as the weekend drew near. The greatest of anxieties was the possibility of someone taking a photo of me without my permission. What if there are perverts lurking around? What will happen if they take photos of me and I end up on some douchebag's wall under the caption: Little Person Gone Wild?
The truth is that I am really uneasy with my body. While I appreciate (& prefer) being naked around my apartment, I never felt comfortable with others seeing me naked. Moreover, I was also concerned with my own reaction to the nudity. Would I be my normal awkward self and look unnecessarily disgruntled through the weekend? Likely.
As soon as I got out of the car, I struck the first nude stranger. I could not help but stare at his penis. I simply could not look away. It's not that I Have never seen one before, but I Have definitely never seen one attached to a body I wasn't dating. It was definitely distinct. http://wheelsdown.com/__media__/js/netsoltrademark.php?d=freenudistpicture.net/tag/nudist-sex/page/7/ was right there at eye level. I kept reminding myself: look up, look up, dammit look up!.
Everyone else was completely cool and they were just kicking back nude on a lovely bright day. My awkwardness also caused a neck pain from trying so hard to maintain eye contact ALL THE TIME.
My friend was so sweet and not forced me to get nude. He explained that everyone was very great and wouldn't make a big deal if I chose not to get nude. I figured it was pointless to be part of the encounter and not really confront my fear. http://quantumhologram.com/__media__/js/netsoltrademark.php?d=freenudistpicture.net/tag/candid/page/4/ observed as all sorts of peopleall contours and sizeswalked around securely inside their bodies. It was beautiful and I felt envious of the unclothed freedom they carried so boldly.
I went to the toilet and took off all my clothes. I sat on the toilet inside the booth and clenched my folded sundress and panties as I prepared to walk out. I must've sat there for a quarter hour before I actually got the nerve to walk out of the booth. A woman came inside the toilet and I quickly ran back into the stall.
My towel kept slipping off, as if it was an indication the towel was just holding me back. I eventually pulled off my towel and stood there nude. I expected a reaction from other people and prepared myself. Nonetheless, I didn't get much of a reaction at all. Everyone merely treated me as a person. No one was baffled by the fact I was smaller or that I had a twisted spine. No one stared at my massive butt or even glanced at the long scar on my back from my spinal surgery. It was nice. They all just needed to have a fine weekend and enjoy the hot tub.
Prior to seeing the nudist resort, my buddy educated me that most people have the misconception that nudism is a quite sexually explicit lifestyle. The truth of the matter is that nudists are extremely respectful of the human body. Since being naked is part of her or his lifestyle, it truly isn't something to be fawned over when someone gets nude. There is absolutely no shame in being naked. After shame is removed, fear and lust dissolve.
As I studied the resort, everyone was having a great time. No one was looking at each other inappropriately and I did not even see one erection the entire weekend. Trust me, if anyone was going to spot out a boner, it was going to be me. Everyone was so respectful and there was even a sign signifying that folks are not permitted to shoot photographs without permission. All my fears dissipated and I soon realized that I was just creating difficulties that did not exist.
After that night, I saw a really attractive man with an extremely lovely dick. It was just perfect. It was simply astounding. I couldn't help but stare at it and soon realized I 'd found that pervert I 'd been fearful of: ME! I abruptly shifted my focus and resumed eye contact. If you dread perverts, but do not manage to find one, chances are you are the pervert.
I am so thankful to my friend for sharing this part of his life with me. I am happy I went to Olive Dell and got to meet some incredible people. I also got to know myself quite a bit. While http://www.cdrfirm.net/__media__/js/netsoltrademark.php?d=freenudebeach.xyz/2020/05/ will not be ditching the textiles on a regular basis, I feel this experience will forever leave a permanent impression on the value of living in the instant and embracing anxiety as part of growth.
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