actually started down the path to being a nudist right before I entered my early adolescents. How I learned of nudism I really don’t remember. Since I was raised in an extremely conservative family I do remember that my parents opinion of it was not positive. So I’m pretty confident doing something that my parents would be against was part of my motivation for me at the time.
During the summer of 1975 my mom got a job. Up until then she had been a stay at home mother while my father went to work everyday. With my mom working now too it meant that suddenly I had the summer home to myself during the weekday.
I began by being naked inside the house while they were gone to work. Generally I would just do things anyone might do but I would do it nude. One time I saw some sun coming in through the front door and decided I wanted to get outside naked.
At this point I should describe my neighborhood. It was an older blue collar neighborhood in a major Texas city. My backyard was a little bigger than half an acre. When they assembled the area they did not include an alley. At the far back there were two very old wooden tool sheds (which play a part in the story after), some trees, and a close jungle of bamboo that blocked views to the dwellings in the back. On either side of the back yard were other dwellings with only a wire fence separating the yards. This meant our property was open to viewing by neighbors on both sides. They had http://atnudebeach.com , trees, and constructions that meant none of the neighbors beyond them could be viewed. The front yard was typical sized with a driveway and no fencing or privacy for the majority of it. We lived on a curve at an intersection with another area road.
My first experiences going outside naked were in my backyard when my parents were gone. I’d look to see if the neighbors cars on both sides were gone (being that everyone worked I assumed that meant no one was home) and then strip and go out the back door. I found it exhilarating every time I did this. So I decided to find more ways to be naked outside more often. Which meant I needed to find a way to be naked when my parents were home.
I chose to convert one of the primeval tool sheds into my personal naturist resort. What I told my parents was that it’d be my club house. Of course since I didn’t have a club I suppose that didn’t matter. It’d have just appeared to http://voyeurwebz.com like another one of these ridiculous thoughts I had all the time. Among the tool sheds, which I imagine had truly been a fairly good sized workshop long time ago, was in pretty good condition structurally but it was a calamity indoors. Decades of dirt and crap had piled up. So I grabbed a broom and paper towels and started cleaning. Once it was clean (to make use of the word loosely) it was time to allow it to be private. So I got some trash bags, which were solid black, and cut the seams and used them to cover a large open part that faced a neighbor’s house. Since the tool shed was in the far back buried in the bamboo I was secluded from our house and everyone else’s now. Plus, the other shed, which was bigger, gave added protection from the perspective of the neighbors. I don’t know how many hours that summer I spent out there listening to the radio or reading while naked.
But none of this was enough for me. So I decided to push the envelope some more.
In the summer of 1976 I started scaling out my bedroom window nude at night while my parents were asleep. My bedroom window was on the side of the home using a brick wall dividing it from the neighbors. So being there meant I was outside looking at the front yard while bare. But since it was dark no one could see me from the street. The only danger was if my parents chose to check on me and discovered I wasn’t in the room. Slowly I started to walk further and further in the lawn each night. Being that it was around midnight or later there was not any traffic and no one was outside but me. Nor could they see me from any windows. At least once or twice I jogged down the block to the stop sign and walked back.
But this was not the biggest risk I took.
At this time I also quit using the back door to get to my backyard when my parents were gone. Instead I made the decision to walk out the front door bare, in broad day, and across the house to the front gate. But rather than use the gate I’d climb over the fence just for the encounter. Anything to enhance the sensation of being bare. And this was when I started climbing trees in the back yard, which was dangerous as well.
Now comes the really silly section of the story when it all falls apart. One day, Lord knows why, I chose to take the rubbish outside while nude. Perhaps I was nave and thought I could simply get away with this since I looked to get away with so much else. Or perhaps it was the delight of the danger of getting caught. Remember there wasn’t an alley so rubbish pick up occurred in front of the house next to the road. So here I go wearing only my birthday suit out to the street carrying a bag of rubbish. And would not you know it some neighbor children (who I didn’t know) went by on their bikes, stopped and stared for a second. I turned and walked back in the house scared I was going get in big trouble. Nothing appeared to come of this over the following day or two so I figured it was trendy. Boy was I wrong.
Later that week I went to a youth event down in Houston. Upon my return as I was dropped off by a friend I saw my parents sitting on the front porch as they often did when the weather was nice. But when I came up I saw they were not happy. It was then that I learned that the children had told their parents who’d phoned the police. The cops had arrived while I was gone to investigate a report of a flasher. Nevertheless , once they spoke to the children that had seen me they were so intimidated that they wouldn’t speak and the cops agreed not to pursue it.
Now do not go thinking I was out of the woods yet. As I wrote earlier my parents were quite old-fashioned and didn’t approve of nudism. They simply couldn’t comprehend why I would do something like this. And they talked about how disappointed they were in me. So this stopped my outdoor nudist teen ventures to say the least.
Off and on through the years later I’d still sometimes be bare in while home alone. But even after getting married, my wife and I didn’t go around the house bare. Afterward about 9 years back I learned of Christian Naturists and discovered there was no conflict between my faith and naturism. The truth is, I learned that they really go together. By seeing naturist web sites I learned more of naturist doctrine and body recognition. While my wife became a home nudist I accepted societal naturism as really being a big part of my own life.
Today whenever the temperature allows I’m bare at home. I have written numerous articles for the Christian Naturist newsletter Fig Leaf Forum. I keep two naturist web sites in addition to participating here on Cat’s message board and others. And I am a moderator of a local Yahoo Christian Naturist group, which meets jointly monthly. So now I am participating in social nudist occasions at house parties and naturist resorts. All my close buddies are either naturists or know of and have no issue with my naturism.