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Every day, it’s the same story. It starts slowly. I come home from work and see that my son has taken off his shorts and is sitting in his underwear and T-shirt, playing Legos.
While I’m cooking dinner, I notice that my daughter has somehow wiggled out of her pants and is prancing around the house with a diaper clad butt, T-shirt and shoes. By the time dinner is served, both kids are topless. Which, of course, makes me shake my head and call them barbarians. We obviously don’t “dress” for dinner. It’s also greatly reduced spaghetti stains. After dinner, they wash their hands and faces and head outside to our fenced yard to play while I clean up from dinner. When I go to join them for our gardening chores, they’re naked. Naked and running around like a couple of kids on spring break. My daughter toddles up to me, her chunky legs and protruding belly so adorable, I want to grab her and tickle it. “I nakky!” “Yes, love. You are indeed naked.” “Me too, mama! I’m naked too,” my son yells as he turns naked cartwheels in the grass. “I see that.” It doesn’t matter if it’s just me and the kids or if we have a house full of company, at some point the kids’ clothes come off. They run through the sprinklers giving the garden a late evening drink. They paint their bodies with sidewalk chalk and become tigers. They fall flat on their backs in the grass and laugh at the tickling sensation. For a short time, I tried to teach them to keep their clothes on. At least while playing outside. There was one problem. I didn’t have an answer for “why”. Except “why not”?

2:45AM Wednesday, September 7th, 2022
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THOSE moments when you run from the bathroom to the bedroom letting it all hang out. Those moments are invigorating. That’s why I tried naturism.
ONE night, after a few drinks, a girlfriend divulged that she’s been a member of a nudist club for three years and told me it’s changed her life.
“I’ve never felt so alive and confident” she said.
In that moment I thought, I want that in my life too. The feeling that reminds you you’re alive. I owe it to myself to at least try this — I’ll become a nudist for a day.
What have I got to lose (other than my clothes)?
Surely, I’m not the only one who’s wondered what it would be like to be a nudist? Those moments when you run from the bathroom to the bedroom letting it all hang out or go to the kitchen for a late-night snack in your birthday suit. Those moments are invigorating.
I told myself it was “research” for my radio show but, honestly, I was curious. I thought it would be good for the soul.
When reality sunk in (and the wine wore off), nudism is something that sounded rejuvenating but bloody scared me. Who enjoys being naked in front of strangers? I started to fret about whether they’d be critical of my body and judge the bat wings and cellulite.
Nudist camps, if I’m being honest, tended to also come with a bad reputation. Before I walked through the gates I thought nudist clubs were for swingers or creeps.
I booked an interview with the President of the Canberra nudist club, John. He met me at the gates of the property with a shirt and no pants, so I knew I had arrived at the right place.
His eyes never left my eye-line. He was kind and had made me afternoon tea. I asked him where I should undress and looked around for a toilet to change. “Does it really make a difference?” he laughed.
We sat on the lounges in their club room and I looked around wondering if I’d see someone I knew. John reassured me that anyone on the property had gone through a rigorous process to make sure they “fit” with the club’s values. Swingers or fly-by-nighters there for a perv weren’t welcome. The nudist club holds the same social standards a golf club would, clothes are just optional.
I wondered what happened when members got “excited” by what they saw. There’s nothing to hide behind, is it embarrassing?
“Say you’re a guy,” I started sheepishly, “and you get excited.”
“Are you asking about an erection, Kristen? If so, it rarely happens,” says John.
He explained that the body wasn’t sexual for a nudist, they’re completely at ease with the human form and he had never seen that reaction in the 20 years he’s been there.
Boy, they’ve got a lot of members. John regaled in stories of new members walking onto the grounds and finding their neighbours, in-laws or even boss lying by the pool. They have many members, ranging in ages, families too.
So, what did my “research” find? Coco Chanel was bang on when she said beauty begins the moment you decide to be yourself. I’ve never met more content and happy people.
This nudism thing is not something I’ll partake in full-time, but I can tell you from first-hand experience there’s a calmness at this nudist camp. A sense of peace and it’s refreshing.
Kristen Henry is one half of the Kristen and Wilko show on MIX 106.3 Breakfast in Canberra. Follow her adventures at kristenhenry.com.au
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My visit today was very encouraging! I met a ranger who is non-hostile to naturists and wants to help provide helpful management to the clothing optional area.

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