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The Nudist Woman: Patti

I've found a new depth of freedom and friendship through nudism -- cooperation and spiritual development built on each individual's inherent worth.

I'd never thought much about nudism until one day I turned on the Geraldo Russian Nudity Video TV show. The program was set around a pool, an expensive resort hotel pool. Along one side, a crowd of men and women looked very out of place. They were overdressed -- the men with suits and ties, and the women with fancy dresses and plenty of jewelry. Along the other side of the pool, people relaxed with nothing on except towels draped discreetly for the television audience. Odd for a pool party.

Comments made by those who were clothed sounded so judgmental, bigoted and angry. To me it sounded like they would have liked to demolish the whole lot had they been able to blast the other side.

The nudists sounded fair-minded, liberal and even loving. The contrast between these two groups was what intrigued me. That was when I decided to seek out what this "nudist lifestyle" would be like.

As usual, I went to the public library to search. When I didn't find anything on the shelves, I asked the librarian. As I went to check out my books a few days later, she took me aside. "I just had to look in that book you requested," she said. "I've been to one of those places in Arizona, but I didn't know they had them around here."

The book I had in my hands was the American Sunbathing Association Nudist Park Guide. After looking at it carefully, I showed it to my husband Ed. He was willing to go with me to one of the parks and make up his own mind about nudism.

Many people have an intense, almost euphoric, experience when they first become real nudists. Not so for the two of us! We took our experimental vacation at the end of October, coinciding with Ed's birthday. We went on Monday to have the whole week for this new experience. It's cold that time of year in the Northwest, and all the people we met were bundled up in heavy winter coats and parkas. I expected a resort like the one I had seen on the TV program. This place was a rustic park with rundown buildings and camping trailers for rent.

Sandy, the park manager, wore long johns as she welcomed us and showed us around. "Usually the members come on Saturday night," she told us. "There's usually a spontaneous party here on Saturday night."

By Saturday night, we had shed our clothes to play pool in the clubhouse. We felt fairly comfortable with that. After all, Ed and I were used to seeing each other nude. But we were disappointed that we had been at the camp for two days and still hadn't seen another unclothed person.

Spontaneous party, no way! This is what happened Saturday night. We were playing pool together around 8:00 p.m. when two men came in and introduced themselves, looking unswervingly into our eyes as they talked with us. After a brief conversation, they left, still wearing their heavy winter coats. They were off to Seattle to a nude swim event that the club sponsored. We were left alone again.

Around 9:00 p.m., a woman came to the sliding glass door next to the TV where we were watching a video promoting nudism. She looked at me, then at Ed, then past us both. "Nobody's here," she said, and left.

Sunday noon, we decided to watch the football game and then leave. Saturday night had been a bust. Ed was intently watching the game, and I was restless, so I went to the clubhouse to fix a lunch. I heard the shower and a beautiful young woman came into the kitchen drying herself off with a towel, not wrapped in it. She introduced herself as Darla Allen, and told me she and her husband lived on the grounds. She talked to me with such energy and friendliness -- yet she was nude.

I ran to the trailer to tell Ed. I shouted, "I saw a woman! I saw a woman!" I didn't even mention that she was nude. It was implied since we had been waiting for three days to see a nude person other than ourselves. We hurried back to the clubhouse with new enthusiasm. It wasn't long until Darla was back with her husband Lee. They answered our questions and suggested we visit other parks before joining this particular club. We made a date to visit another club with them as our guides the next weekend. We played cards with them and shared the hot tub and sauna. The next few days were everything I had hoped for. We had found friendship at a nudist park picture.

Since that time in late October several years ago, Ed and I have spent whatever time we can with our nudist circle. Slowly my times of relaxation and socializing nude have changed my thinking. I'm thinking as a nudist. It's hard to put in words what "thinking as a nudist" means. I can only describe the effect on me:

Thinking as a nudist has relaxed the pressure I felt before to conform to our social culture of intricate power systems, among them race, class, gender, economic status, sexual orientation, ethnicity, culture, marital status, and age bias. In some mysterious, inexplicable way, my attitudes have changed. California's Nudism nudist videos carries the message that this is who I really am, and I feel so good about me that I am willing to offer my friendship to others.

As a woman nudist, I experience a new awareness of safety, communal protection, and respect for personal boundaries. I'm aware of the group censure of anyone who would make a pass or off-color remark. I have a "sixth sense" of when it is safe to be nude. Within my nudist family, I experience a new equality and partnership where my gender is not nearly as important as being uniquely me.

 
 
 
 

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Miami Nude Beach Nudity, Please Read!

There's something liberating about the antic of being naked.  The freedom.  The exhilaration.  The lack of pocket lint.  Unfortunately, for most people the notion of nudity requires some rationale - no matter how silly that rationale may be.  Streaking across a football field. Skinny-dipping in a lake.  Mooning for the camera.  Photocopying your butt.  Playing naked Twister.  Flashing a nun after sixth-period class, hoping she didn't recognize you and isn't at this instant phoning your parents.  For most people, it's all about the naughty thrill of getting caught or exposing a private part.  But not for all.  No, for many it's perfectly routine, as normal and natural as, say, kissing hands or shaking a baby.

Nude beaches are the perfect denominators for these two groups, the puritans and the pure exhibitionists, the fakirs and the non-fakers. Think of it as a big game of strip poker where everybody has crappy hands.  The thing to remember is that nude sunbathing isn't about sex or exhibitionism - we'll leave that to the nudist colonies and Courtney Love.  Nude sunbathing is about elation and free-spiritedness (and avoiding wedgies and ugly tan lines).

I've made the trek to No Clothes Land many a time.  I've dropped trou in Europe, where it's no big deal - heck, even the Royal Family has displayed a boob or two (not counting Prince Charles).  Black's Beach in San Diego is world famous for nude sun worshipping.  And, of course, here in Miami, we have Haulover Beach.

One of the misconceptions about nudity is that every human body is beautiful (Right).  The key to inoffensive nude sunbathing is to do just that - sunbathe.  Do not play volleyball in the buff.  No grilling or barbecuing.  Even if your Playgirl's Mr. January, do not perform an oil and air filter change on your auto while naked.  An watch the jogging - you could poke somebody's eye out.

Nude beachgoers often have their social cliques and routines.  They picnic and fraternize, and they love to mingle.  Zoiks.  These people who sashay up and down the beach wearing nothing but a smile and a spare tire are the same folks you find in the receiving line at a wedding wielding a business card and a can of Binaca.

When I venture to Haulover, I stick close to my blanket or hit the water.  I don’t wander about.  It’s like you want to work the room, but there’s no place to put your hands and no appropriate place to hang your Walkman.  (Plus, you feel like you’ve gone to a party and everyone’s wearing the same thing.)  Personally, I happen to like being naked. It’s never bothered me.  I often get home from work, disrobe, and sit naked on my couch eating cereal.  (Did I just cross the line of too much information?)  Some people are uncomfortable naked.  I’m not.  What I do have a problem with, however, is being ugly and naked.  Statistics show that the number of people who enjoy nude sunbathing is proportionate to those who should put something on.  Like a tarp.  Or one of those tents that they use when they’re debugging a house.  That one of the reasons why I prefer the sanctity of my blanket.  I can feign sleep (or death, if necessary) should some naked old man approach me and start to discuss today’s undertow as he squats liberally in front of me.

Sunscreen:  I’d be remiss if I didn’t stress the importance of proper protection.  Those regions that rarely see the light of day are the first to succumb to the sun’s deadly rays.  Hence, watch your behind, or your buns will be toast.  As for – how do I say this politely – garnishing your weenie, yes, your little buddy needs sunblock, but remember, you’re in public.  There a fine line between safety and pleasure when applying lotion to Mr. Happy.  I’ve seen guys go at it like they’re greasing a fire pole.  So take it easy.  Don't make things hard on yourself.

When it comes to accessories, there are certain things you should and should not bring to a nude beach.  Telescopes and binoculars are definite no-nos.  You may think of this as a ball game, but I’m sure the Red Sox would beg to differ.  Likewise with a camcorder – carrying a video camera at a nude beach is the pervert’s equivalent of driving by a schoolyard with a van full of candy.  As for ready, avoid books with titles like Justice of the Piece.  Stick to Field and Stream, Reader’s Digest or the Gideon Bible.  Sunglasses are a must.  If you’re gonna ogle, at least do it behind your Maui Jims.

As for your random beach bump-ins, there are obvious encounters. Besides bodies that you’d rather not see naked, piercings are immensely popular.  Popular, I surmise, because they’re in places that wouldn’t necessarily be exposed at Publix (unless you shop at the new one by the bay).  I’ve seen nipples that look like parachute rip cords.

And below the belt, I’ve seen piercings that made me recoil.  (Come to think of it, I’ve seen coils down there, too.)  And little napkin rings.  And something called a Prince Albert.  I’ve seen less metal at a gun show.  And shaving.  Hmmmm.  Apparently trimming the hedges has become all the rage.  Some folks go for the close cropping; others like it smooth.  I haven’t seen topiary this creative since I was at the Botanical Gardens.

Nude sunbathing can be a kick, an exciting way to liven up an otherwise dull day at the beach.  For the ladies, it means being able to wear a sundress without worrying about unsightly strap lines.  For the guys, it means there’s no need to adjust the boys: it’s a wind sock now.  For all of us it means an escape, a break from our daily worries and cares, a moment’s freedom where less is so much more – except when it comes to that sunscreen.