I wish I really could say that I grew up in a naturist family, spending my summer holidays running round naked

in http://nudismhot.com . But I cant. I was raised in the East Midlands in the UK in the 1970s (I was born in 1968), with a totally normal childhood. I only ever saw my parents nude once or twice, and I dont think theyve seen me naked since I was about 10.
So, I grew up with all of the normal British reservations about showing my body in public. I believe that my first exposure to naturism came on holiday in the south of France with my parents when I was (I think) about 17 – my last holiday with them before I became a student and then left house. We stayed near Port Grimaud, and one day I chose to see what was on the different side of a big stony breakwater. Imagine my surprise once I saw a beach full of naked folks! Id love to say that I went and stripped off and joined them, but I didnt. Remember, this was a time when I didnt even need my parents to see me without a top on!
Anyway, when I was a pupil (residing at home), I picked up a copy of Health and Efficiency from a shop that had it as one of its own top shelf magazines (a phrase that will no doubt be familiar to British readers, but may be less so to those from foreign. Just remember that Playboy is a top shelf magazine!). It was interesting to discover a magazine full of nude photos of what I came to think of as normal people doing regular things not models who appear to be auditioning for a gynaecological textbook. At the moment, I also started to spend time round the house nude when everyone else was out, but this was more from the illegal thrill point of view . However, my opinion began to change, and I found that I actually appreciated being nude, and envied people who were able to go on naturist holidays. I did handle some afternoons sunbathing naked in the back garden in an extremely rare time when my parents were on vacation and my brother was still away at school in a different town.
And that was it for many years. It was Studland Bay, somewhere I’d learned of in H&E (which I ‘d long stopped buying, mostly because I had moved in with my girlfriend). So there I was, walking along Studland, surrounded by nudists, but I didnt dare do anything. I mean, I used to work with my (female) friend (and did again a few years after) and couldnt imagine telling her hey, Id love to strip off here. For all I know, her and her husband might have been regulars, but that wasnt going to occur!
My girlfriend and I went back to Studland on our last day as the weather was pleasant, and I somehow plucked up the nerve to indicate to her that we went to the nudist beach because I fancied stripping off. She was fairly amazed, but agreed on the understanding that she didnt have to. I truly appreciated it, much to her bemusement. I even swam nude in the sea, which was just brilliant (if a little cool).
During the next few years, my girlfriend indulged me and we seen Studland once or even twice annually and I likewise stripped off once or twice on a beach in France, but that was pretty much it. For the last 3-4 years yet, we’ve been on holiday in French cottages, and weve always managed to be remote enough for me (and sometimes my girlfriend) to strip off by the pool. Over the last few years, I’ve been doing a series of photography courses (Im a very sharp amateur), and the last one, in 2003, was social documentary. I struggled for quite a long time to think of a topic, and from somewhere deep down I came up with the concept of doing something on naturism.
So, I somewhat nervously went to see them so they could meet me and I really could see what the photographic possibilities were. They were most welcoming, and I spent a thoroughly pleasant evening swimming and playing badminton in the nude.
There were some delays in receiving permission from the sports centre they use, and in the end they said no. By this time, I ‘d been 2 or 3 times and was getting to love it. Thus, even though my job was killed off before I ‘d shot any pictures, the team asked me if I liked to join, and I did. I now go along once a month or so, and love it. Theprimary problem is that the team meets on Saturday evenings, and I feel guilty about leaving my girlfriend on her own at home whenever I go.

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Id love for her to come as well, but she isnt assured enough at present, although she hasnt ruled out the possibility completely.
More lately, I have already been starting to think about making contact with one of the clubs not too far from Bristol one that’s its own land so I could potentially have someplace outdoors to see often.

4 thoughts on “I wish I really could say that I grew up in a naturist family, spending my summer holidays running round naked

  1. white in the usa is defined by the us census bureau as people of middle eaeeern/northafrican/turopsan blood! many countries in europe originated in the middle east,,,dumb folks dont know that

  2. geachte,ook ik zocht naar een onderzoek over een minder milieubelastend wasmiddel.Dank u voor uw bijdrage.hartelijke groet uit Rotterdam, een erg vervuilde stad maar wel dynamisch en gezellig. Ook belangrijk.Ellen Bish A propos, mijn huis maak ik schoon met : biologische azijn voor 1 euro per liter + baking soda (natrium-) , slechts verkrijgbaar in Chinese winkels ook voor 1 euro als je doorzoekt.

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