Fresh to Nudism? or “Newdism”?
Intro by Felicity: As I said before, I went about encouraging my friends to try nudism this past summer by seeing me. Well I asked one if she could write me a story about visiting a nudist club and striking nudism for the very first time, and she did! Having grown up as a naturist, I actually needed to understand what it was like for a new individual to step into the fkk community who grew up in an entirely non-naturist home / family.
It seems I didn’t give a good enough opening to this at first, so let me clarify. My female friend from college seen me at a naturist club for the very first time, and I asked her to write a story about what it was like.
We decided a good weekend for her to visit, so her and her (female) friend came as my guests, and I did my best to introduce them to naturism/the club. The weather was not excellent, so we hung out in a group, but had to dress as the cold came on, so it wasn’t perfect.
I was naked for a brief time and let my guests get used to things. As my friend describes it, she got nakedand walked around on her own to see what it was about! And these are her general feelings and experience of it.
FRESH-DISM as in New to Nudism at Rock Lodge
Below is Her New To Nudism or “FRESH-DISM” Story:
Disclaimer: Please be advised that nudist camps AREN’T the place to go for anyone seeking a loony swinger outdoor nude orgy and/or guys walking around with boners. I repeat, nudist camps aren’t the place to go for a crazy romp or the screening of boners, sorry to disappoint.
My fascination about naturist camps comes back almost two years ago. I uncovered via some incriminating facebook pictures that my roommate/friend was in a sense, leading a double life. She was raised in a naturist camp and during summer and spring breaksfrom faculty that is where she returned, unbeknownst to us.
Needless to say, my friends and I were beyond shocked at this discovery, and proceeded to bombard her with an extensive array of questions, including “What do you do when it gets chilly?” and “Do people have sex throughout the place?” (True, some questions were more plausible than others). Our aims were not to be improper.
http://nudismsite.com/tube/meet-my-girl-vasiliska/ was, we literally had no idea what this type of lifestyle entailed (minus my half hour long education on nudism from MTV’s True Life: My Parents Are Nudists. The documentary illustrated the story of a teenager forced to grow up in a naturist camp as a depressing, uncomfortable predicament which he couldn’t escape, and I was left thinking, “At least I’m not him.”)
Upon my college graduation, I embarked on the path of semi-self discovery and experience, as many frequently do when they do not know what the next life step is. I was antsy to go anywhere and everywhere, and hopefully along the way learn more about myself and others. I boldly decided I ‘d set all apprehensions aside, and visit my buddy at a naturist club called Rock Lodge.
I embarked on my journey on a beautiful summer day with a buddy from http://nudistsplace.com/first-time-nudist-stories/it-is-rather-embarrassing-but-nevertheless-it-is-amusing/ . We debated and predicted what the camp would be like, having little, to no notion what to anticipate. I have to admit I was nervous, and took pointless detours to prolong our entrance (yesI did try to discover a particular Actual Housewife of Fresh Jersey). As we entered the gates of the naturist camp, a wave of panic came over me as a man greeted us (naked, of course).
As much as I ‘d prepared myself, the initial bare screening caught me off-guard. I fought not to let my distress get the best of me. I quickly regained my composure and put my game face onI had come this far, I was prepared. As we wandered through the camp I met an assortment of individuals, all different ages, and equally as notable, all different shapes and sizes.
I couldn’t help but admire the confidence everyone seemed to possess, no matter their physical shape, and I marginally envied them. They appeared to feel infinitely more assured than most people who walk around completely clothed.
I thought to myself, “How can individuals whose imperfections are so blatantly visible for everyone to see possess such assurance?” As I learned more about the lifestyle and the philosophies behind nudism, I began to comprehend why.
Initially, I didn’t feel comfortable taking my clothes off and getting nude, but I began to feel comfortable around naked people. After the first few handshakes and conversations, it became somewhat regular. After the first few hours, I no longer thought about the fact that individuals were nude and I comprehended how readily people could adapt to this lifestyle, if they were open to it. I also seen how accepting people were.
My friend and I arrived fully clothed, and (despite our best efforts) certainly a bit uncomfortable. Yet we were embraced with open arms and no one appeared skeptical of our motivations for visiting. I valued the first approval, since so frequently there’s pressure to prove yourself in some way amongst a small grouping of fresh folks, in order to be accepted. We skipped that step at the camp, and that was something I greatly valued.
I did end up taking off my clothes quite briefly later in the day as I went for a walk in the woods (I did not let anyone see me though, I wasn’t THAT endure). It was really among the strangest and simultaneously liberating feelings I Have experienced in quite a long time.
I walked on a trail encompassing a medium-sized lake. The sun was shining through in patches but the trail was, for the most part, covered. I made my way apprehensively onto the beach and stood alone, in the middle of the sand, overlooking the lake. I knew people on the other side of the lake could see me naked from a space, but I no longer cared.
At that instant standing on the plage, I realized how far I had surpassed my comfort zone, and how much I loved it. I re-clothed and continuing to spend the remainder of the night and day at the camp. Some members put on clothes when the weather started to be uncooperative. Throughout my time there I gained knowledge from the standpoints of both longtime nudists and brand new ones.
It appeared that members initially chose this lifestyle for many different motives, but continued to live it for very similar reasons including the instilled sense of self-confidence from a young age, the deficiency of superficial significance, and exceptional link with nature.
I left the nudist club feeling somewhat changed and, I know it seems lame, a little bit wiser and more confident. I definitely recommend that everyone experience this lifestyle (or societal nudity) at least once, even for a short amount of time, in their own manner. I hope to return to Rock Lodge again one day, and perhaps next time, I’ll even be a bit more courageous
This Fresh to Nudism or – NEW DISM Story was published by – Young Naturists & Nudists America FKK
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Fresh to Nudism? or “Newdism”?