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

https://crazypublic.com by: Wayne Brake
My name is Wayne, but that is a pseudonym I feel compelled to use because motives. Not to sound glib but we do live in a really clothed, erclosed-minded society where nudists and naturists are persecuted, particularly on the job.
My Naturist Epiphany
I am in my mid-forties and I’ve been a practicing naturist for about five years now. I say “practicing” because I’ve been a naturist at heart since my early babes. Back then when my parents went away for a weekend I Had often whip off all my clothing and would not put em back on until I heard their car pulling back into the drive.
Reflecting on this now I understand how curative this was. I was a skinny, shy, self conscious kid who grew up in a Catholic household that unequivocally linked nudity to sex and shame. Consequently, I grew up with some pretty crippling body image problems. I could not even bring myself to wear shorts and t shirts in public. Even during the hottest days of summer I’d be bundled up in jeans and long-sleeved tops, always flirting with the threat of heat prostration.
It wasn’t until I reached my thirties that I became vaguely comfortable in my own skin.
A few years later I discovered that there was a clothing-optional beach only a short drive away from me. One Sunday day I directed my wife and a close friend out that way for a hike. https://rudefly.com understood where the bare beach was and I deliberately led them to the outskirts, keen on gaging their reaction for this.
BIG FREAKIN’ MISTAKE, by the way. The moment we got within line of sight of a single nude man standing predominately on a tall rock my pal, who has extremely poor eyesight, took this opportunity to pipe up.
“I’ve never been so happy to be blind in my entire life.”
Undeniably funny, yes, but it made me believe: Why do you feel so threatened by this? Can you believe that he’s suddenly going to run over here and begin doing gratuitous squats in front of you?’
Really, North Americans suffer from more body terror problems than the average David Cronenberg movie.
Subsequently, in 2007, I seen a friend in Vancouver. To test the waters again I asked him to take me to that world-renowned naturist Mecca, Wreck Beach. He immediately reacted quite violently to my request:
Oh, no! Trust me, you don’t wanna go there. Not the sort of individuals you wanna see nude, ifyouknowwhutI’msayin’.”
How can I describe this to him? I don’t wanna see other people naked, I wanna be naked. I wanna be fully immersed in the elements minus the 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 that makes sense in my experience.’
But given his palpable hostility I quickly dropped the issue and moved on. * Strike two*
Even though my thoughts were getting more daring, I was still a lengthy way from taking the plunge into nudism myself. While camping at a nearby provincial park, I’d occasionally 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 shore. Quietly I wanted nothing more than to wade out of the water naked and stroll along the sand in relaxation, all the while taking care of my all-over George Hamilton-fashion tan.
Baby steps, I understand, but it felt amazing and it only made sense to me.
But it’d take a few more critical encounters before I became a full-fledged, card-taking naturist. And the impetus for this would come from an entirely unexpected source.
About the author: Wayne Brake is a naturist writer and activist. It’s possible for you to check out his naturist-friendly site ‘In NatureNaturally’ right here: http://innaturenaturally.tumblr.com.
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