There are so many fine books and magazines about nudists and nudism to advise on the really big problems that I shall not attempt to discuss them. You are probably pretty well satisfied in your mind about them at this stage any way. It is those little worries, that buzz around like gnats that can be really disturbing -- I know they were to me.
I must admit that one of my first reactions was the thought that I was considering doing something that was contrary to everything I had ever been taught about modesty and "common decency." I read all the literature my husband brought home, and intellectually convinced myself that it was a good thing -- but there the feeling was, and it rankled. Everyone assured me that once I had made my first visit that feeling would be dispelled, but how was I ever going to get around it even enough to let me make that first visit? Then I began to reason this way. Don and I have a very happy marriage. We'd shared good and bad, and called the big decisions together and he had never asked me to do anything that was wrong or reality nudist unpleasant. True I had not wanted to do some things at first -- I remember my first airplane ride at his insistence -- but it usually turned out that I liked it in the end. Then, too, this thing meant a great deal to him, I could see that, and I have always maintained it's a poor wife who won't give her husband's requests and desires at least one try.
Although I didn't discuss it with him, I was secretly worried that I wouldn't be as attractive to him as I had been, compared with all the beautiful figures I was sure must be there. I later found the answer to that one in the normal human mixture of anatomy that was represented -- the great Average like myself, with a sprinkling of both better-than and worse- than in the bargain. But the temporary solution I found was the security I felt that our marriage was based on more than physical attractiveness and that if I did fall a little short on that, our mutual love and understanding would even the score. However, being a woman, I began to watch the extra potatoes and ice cream, and found those impossible ten minutes for a little exercise.
I must admit I wondered a bit about the sort of people I was going to meet, half expecting some "peculiar" bohemians out of the pages of a Greenwich Village novel. I eyed the Marys, and Hanks, and Joes we met with the gravest suspicion which is rather funny to me now that I have come to know them better -- Mary, the kindergarten teacher, Hank, the local optometrist, and Joe, the patent-attorney. I was much relieved to find I didn't have to put my clothes in limbo, so to speak, until we were ready to leave, and was mighty glad to put some of them on again when my shoulders began to burn. I had one rather silly notion which I acquired from looking over some pictures of the early camps and parks. Almost every second picture showed a shivering nudist being doused with cold water from a bucket by helpful friends, or a few industrious souls exercising madly under a broiling sun Young nudist videos. I made up my mind that if such was the case, there I would draw the line.
Neither Don or I liked the idea of being herded into any sort of planned recreation, and it was a pleasant surprise to find no one expected you to do anything except just what you wanted to do. If we seemed inclined to talk, there was usually someone to talk to, and we didn't once feel left out, for there were plenty of invitations to join the volleyball game or badminton or whatever was going. I permanently resigned from volleyball after several unsuccessful attempts to get the darn thing over the net, but Don loves it. It was a wonderful feeling to meet entirely new people, and enjoy new interests and activities. By the time we were enjoying "seconds" in coffee at dinner that first evening, we no longer felt like new-comers. There were no cliques to crash, and with everyone on a first name basis there was no ice to be broken. That is a peculiar thing you have to experience to believe, but there is a friendliness about nudists that you find in no other group. As for Don and I, we have come to count our nudist friends among our closest. They wear very well.
But so much for me and my experiences. I hope they helped. Now, if I may make a suggestion -- since it is still not quite the season for all the camps and parks to be open, why don't you try your hand at being a nudist in the privacy of your own home. After all, charity isn't the only thing that begins there. Try sleeping nude, if you don't already -- once you get used to it you won't want to sleep any other way. That's the first easy step. Then, when you have your shower or bath, don't grab for a robe except for comfort, of course -- do your nails or set your hair or whatever. I think you'll enjoy it.
If you've been egged on to some slimming exercises by the fashion columns or helpful friends, try them without clothes, it feels wonderful. Of course if all this is "old hat" to you, you are half nudist already. That's all it really is, you know, since it's convenient and healthful at times to dispense with clothes -- nudists do. We're not different from other people, just more comfortable.
Well, I have to stop and get supper now. I hope I've been able to help a little. Try it out at home, if you haven't, and then tell your husband you'll give it a try at nudist camp resort this summer. I know it will bring you closer together than you have ever been, just as it did for Don and me, and you both will be happy.
See you at the park this summer.
Sincerely,
Pam
This article was first published in the nudist magazine Suntan in 1951. But except for a very few topical references, it could have been written yesterday. The observations and advice it contains are just as accurate now as almost 50 years ago. The article has been reprinted many times since then, including in Clothed With The Sun (issue 7.3), the predecessor of The Naturist Society's N.
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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.
