My Naturist Epiphany and Naturist Story Part 1: Challenges To Becoming A Nudie

Guest site by: Wayne Brake
My name is Wayne, but this can be a pseudonym I feel compelled to use because reasons. To not sound glib but we do live in a very clothed, erclosed-minded society where naturists and naturists are persecuted, particularly on the job.
My Naturist Epiphany
I’m in my mid-forties and I Have been a practicing naturist for about five years now. I say “practicing” because Have been a naturist at heart since my early amateurs.
Reflecting on this now I realize how therapeutic this was. As a result, I grew up with some pretty crippling body image issues. I couldn’t even bring myself to wear shorts and t-shirts in public. Even during the hottest days of summer I Had be bundled up in jeans and long-sleeved tops, always flirting with the risk of heat prostration.
With that came a renewed interest in naturism. But since all my fellow travellers were laughing and giggling like schoolgirls I kept my internal frolicker closely muzzled.
A couple of years after I learned that there was a clothing-optional beach just a short drive away from me. One Sunday afternoon I guided my wife and a close buddy out that way for a hike. I about understood where the nude beach was and I intentionally led them to the outskirts, fantastic on gaging their reaction to this.
BIG FREAKIN’ MISTAKE, incidentally. When we got within line of sight of a single naked guy standing predominately on a tall rock my pal, who has exceptionally poor vision, took this opportunity to pipe up.
“Wow,” he said. “I’ve never been so happy to be blind in my entire life.”
Undeniably amusing, yes, but it made me think: Do you believe that he’s suddenly going to run over here and begin doing gratuitous squats facing you?’
Indeed, North Americans suffer from more body terror problems in relation to the typical David Cronenberg film.
Afterward, in 2007, I visited a friend in Vancouver. To test the waters again I requested him to take me to that world-famous naturist Mecca, Wreck Beach. He promptly reacted quite violently to my request:
Oh, no! Trust me, you don’t wanna go there. Not the type of people you wanna see naked, ifyouknowwhutI’msayin’.”
Just how can I describe this to him? I do not wanna see other people naked, I wanna be nude. I wanna be fully immersed in the components with no burden of a wet, chilly, clingy swimsuit. I don’t want any barriers between me, the surf, the sand and the sunlight. I simply wanna commune with Mama Nature in the only method which makes sense in my experience.’
But given his palpable hostility I immediately lost the subject and moved on. * Strike two*
Despite the fact that my ideas were becoming bolder, I was still a long way from taking the plunge into naturism myself. While camping at a local provincial park, I Had sometimes swim out into deep water, whip off my swim trunks, bob around for a bit, then put my shorts back on before heading back to land. Quietly I desired nothing more than to wade out of the water naked and wander along the playa in comfort, all the while taking care of my all-over George Hamilton-style tan.
Baby steps, I understand, but it felt fantastic and it only made sense to me.
But it would require a few more pivotal experiences before I became a full-fledged, card-carrying nudist. And the impetus for this would come from a wholly unexpected source.
About the author: Wayne Brake is a naturist writer and activist. You are to take a look at his naturist-friendly website ‘In NatureNaturally’ right here:
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