What started your interest in nudism?

I’m not a nudist, but nudism and exhibitionism is a fantasy of mine. I think, for me, it all goes back to my childhood.

I was an extremely modest child. I didn’t like having my private parts seen. I hated it. But unfortunately, I had a lot of experiences that involved having my genitals exposed. At the time, of course, it wasn’t particularly pleasant, but now, it’s exciting to fantasize about some of the things happening again. I’ll share a few experiences here, just the ones I remember.

I always got UTIs. At one point, my doctor had to examine my privates. As you can imagine, I was less than thrilled about that. I was very young, maybe 3 or 4. I was in that paper gown thingy they give you at the doctors office, and my doctor just pulled my underwear down and had me kneel and lean forward with my butt in the air and he examined me from behind. On another occasion a doctor had me spread my legs and she spread my labia, and looked inside to see if everything looked okay.

I also had to do those pee in a cup tests all the time. I don’t remember how often, but extremely often. I distinctly remember this. The first few times, it was done at the doctors office in the bathroom. My mom had me go bottomless and sort of straddle the toilet and lean back a little so she could clean my privates thoroughly so as to not contaminate the sample. She would spread my labia and put the cup under me after that, and tell me to start peeing. I remember watching the cup fill up with pee and her telling me that I was doing a good job and all that. At the time I didn’t mind it too much since it was my mom doing it, but it still wasn’t the most dignified thing. Sometimes, though, we’d do the sample with me standing on a towel, bottomless with my legs apart and my mom would hold the cup under me. Still not one of my proudest moments, but sort of exciting to look back on.

I also have both vague and vivid memories of having my diaper changed, being potty trained and all that other stuff. I remember one incident very clearly from when I was 7 and had an accident in my pants and was carried up to the bathroom by my dad and having to be naked from the waist down and stand in the shower while we waited for my mom to come clean me up. I had diarrhea, so it was kind of messy.

Oh yeah, I also have memories of being in first grade and this boy always sitting next to me on the bus, pulling my pants and underwear down and touching my privates and showing it to his friends, and they all laughed. That was humiliating. But luckily it didn’t last for long.

Overall, I just have many memories of my genitals being exposed at one time or another. Having my pants and underwear pulled down as a joke or being stripped naked below the waist after an accident, or for a medical exam or something. While I do enjoy the thought of being nude, I more so prefer the idea of being naked from the waist down. It feels better to me for some reason; I can’t really explain why. I’m hesitant to post this because it might not exactly fit in this particular sub genre of this site, but I thought being nude would fit in with the nudism discussion, lol. What are your thoughts? Any childhood experiences similar to mine? What got you into nudism?

Oh yeah, to add:

Since I had so many urinary and vaginal issues as a child, I often had to have my mom look at my vagina to see if everything was okay. She wouldn’t usually touch, she just told me to sit in front of her with my legs spread as far apart as I could, but sometimes she’d spread my labia with her fingers. I remember the last time this happened was when I was 12 and had just started my period but insisted it was from a fall (I fell off one of those big sit and bounce balls onto a hard wood floor....ouch! And my period just so happened to come for the first time on that day). It was humiliating but she told me it was definitely my period

My interest in nudism started with having the feeling of staying naked and enjoying the beauty of naked body.

I can't think of a time I did not want to be naked.......it has always felt natural to me

Always wanted to have an all over tan,and living in San Diego, it’s not that difficult. We have Blacks Beach and I had a fairly secluded back yard until a tree in the neighbors yard had to be removed. I’ve had the all over tan for many years and a nice skin color makes me feel better.

I enjoy being naked any chance I can . I have been to nudist camps and nude beaches and always have found that the people there are just regular people from 80 to babies and it doesn’t matter what kind of body you have it’s about the freedom and comradeship and enjoyment of being naked . I love it and do it as much as possible like now .

When I came to town for college, I had a small apartment in the SE corner of a three story building. No air conditioning. So I began to live in the nude. Also in the college gym or a health club locker/shower area I'm not overly modest. Nothing wrong with being nude in appropriate places. I don't care if people see me.

I grew up as a nudist at home, because my Dad was also one. It felt natural not being constrained by clothing especially on hot summer days. We lived on a farm and being nude meant we could stay cool without running the A/C. Although I felt comfortable at home, I would always wear clothing when in public, except for the few times when we went to a nudist beach. (I remember several guys had erections). Even today I still enjoy being natural when at home.

Being nude was not something that was forced on my sister and me, or was part of our family lifestyle, but we came about doing this naturally as pre-teen girls home alone because school got done a few hours before our folks came home from work.

To go back a bit further than that, when we were in single digit ages, mom would administer enemas to us when dad was out of the house for an extended period of time (e.g., golfing, going to a sporting event, bowling, whatever). Mom would just tell us to undress, come into the bathroom, and we would get our enemas and rinses, then shower and get on with the rest of the day or evening.

If she knew dad would not be home for a while, she'd let us romp about the house in what she called 'in the all-together.' She kept an eye out for Dad's car (sometimes he would call ahead that he was going to be leaving the golf course or lanes) ... she'd warned us when he was coming up the drive, and we had plenty of time to get dressed. It was our threesome secret. It always felt so good to be unencumbered by clothing.

About age 10 or so, mom taught us to self-administer ... when we were home alone, we'd turn this into a game ... shed our clothing and cavort around the house nude ... do our homework that way, even do some housework mom assigned.

It felt so good ... but this was totally private thing ... no friends knew and we never went naked out-of-doors.

we did this through our teens ... never losing the comfort of being without clothing.

In college, we had the opportunity to go skinny dipping a couple times, but it just wasn't the same ... by our junior year, we opted out of the skinny dipping sessions.

Now my sister and I are married ... when our husbands get together for hunting, sports events and other all-day activities, we revert back to our high school days ... but again, this was a totally private thing. My hubby and i love to go nude when we're home, and because of the location of our residence, even out-of-doors. and we both love it.

My sister says she loves to visit ... especially when her husband and mine take off for the day because her hubby is just not into private nudity like she and I are.

As you can see, we just evolved into the 'clothes-less' society function of our own ... we got comfortable with it at a young age and simply have no intentions of curtailing our activities. My hubby and I enjoy it ... no we don't 'do it' everytime we're nude, but if we get the urge, there's no preparation time necessary.

With my sister and I, I'll tell you right now, we're not lesbians by any stretch of the imagination, although we're still into the enema thing, and we do shower together, swim au naturel in our pool during the summer and even lounge in the sun together (weather permitting) ... we're just two All American gals, you might say, and we're continuing to enjoy life as Adam and Eve did ... oh, why did they mess up. It would have been so much easier for everyone. lol.

Dad thought a lot of nonsense started with people being ashamed of their bodies, so he talked about requiring us all to spend some of the family’s time at our rural home totally naked. My teenage sister refused, and he dropped the idea.

Dad had some less healthy ideas, too. He had mentioned that when he was a kid, bullies had once pulled his pants off in public (something I would rather not have known), and I don't think he ever quite got over it. On more than one occasion, if my brother and I were acting up in the car, he threatened to pull over, force us out on the side of the road, pull down our pants and underwear in full view of all the passing cars, and spank us like that. It was intended to scare and horrify us, and it worked (he never actually did it.)

But all this left me curious about nudism, why some people freely choose to let others see them naked, and what it would feel like to be naked outdoors.

I started sneaking out in the middle of the night to walk around outside naked. On Boy Scout campouts, I’d sometimes sneak away from the group, get back in the trees or high grass or somewhere else I probably wouldn’t be seen, and took off everything... just to enjoy the feeling of lying there, watching the sky and feeling the breeze, wearing nothing at all. It felt very natural and pleasant... though I didn’t want to get caught and face the predictable social consequences.

My first time naked in a semi- public setting was at a clothes-optional Loving More retreat. When a lady I'd been talking with invited me to swim in the pool naked with her, I was happy to... though a little self-conscious about exiting the pool completely erect, after a little sexual play with her. Others were naked, but I'd heard that hard-ons were frowned upon at nudist resorts. Still, the LM retreat was a little different, so I just decided to walk back to my cabin that way, and let me be me, with nothing at all to hide.

I was one of those little kids who could never keep their clothes on until I was 5 or 6. My mother was very prudish. My dad served in the coast guard aboard ship in the Pacific in WWII. There was no privacy on the ship so no modesty among the crew - it was impossible. He went to high school in the 1920s when PE classes were segregated by gender; swimming classes were conducted in the nude. When we were home alone with our dad we wore as little as possible; we just wouldn't bother putting on anything more than our jockey shorts or swim trunks when we got up in the morning. When dad would take us swimming or to the beach we would all change together and shower together in the pool house or bath house. At 10, I was sent to the local YMCA for proper swimming lessons. Fifty plus years ago, the Y was all male and nudity was the rule unless you were in the gym for basketball, etc. Swimming was in our birthday suits and I grew to love skinny dipping. College was in the 60s, a wide open time, and nudity was common in many settings. Some of us found an isolated stretch of beach where we (boys and girls) could go naked if we wanted without being disturbed or disturbing anyone. When I moved to northern CA in 70s, it didn't take long to find a place on the Russian Rived that the locals had used for skinny dipping for decades. Sometimes I would spend an entire Saturday or Sunday hiking, exploring and swimming bare. Now at 74 I use every opportunity when I'm alone to be a nudist. We had a boat at the lake for a few years. I'd take it out to an isolated cove, anchor, strip off and dive in. The feeling of the water all over one's naked body is so tantalizing.

I discovered that I liked being nude especially outdoors when I was a young teen. While backpacking in the high Sierras as a Boy Scout nature called. The first time I found a private spot away from the others and dropped my pants to squat and take care of business. The sun was out, and there was a breeze blowing through the trees. The feeling of the warm sun and air blowing on my exposed genitals was something I have never forgotten. From that point on I have enjoyed being nude in the outdoors when it is possible. I was nude at home when I could be, but with other family members home it did not happen as often as I would have liked.

To this day I enjoy being nude. I am frequently nude at home and in the backyard. I enjoy nude beaches and hot springs. My wife is ok with my nudity although she does not participate. To be nude outdoors is a terrific feeling with the sun and wind on your skin.

When i was a kid we would go to Spain on holiday and they have a lot of nudist and topless beaches/pools always enjoyed going and hiding in the water seeing these people not care who saw them

What started me off is when i used to go on hols with my wife,we would find a secluded beach with hardly any people around and just strip,

nobody said anything and we could see other people start to do it as well

mykonos one of the greek islands has a nudist beach and that was always good there, dont know if they still have nudism there now

being naked in the sunshine is so liberating.

I was a child many times naked because of foreskin problems, although I was ashamed then because my mother was constantly watching me, later at the age of 17 when we were all family at sea, we were looking for a beach, but we got a little lost and broke out in the nudist part. At that moment, Dad asked if we wanted to go through the nudist part, my mother did not agree to be naked in front of others and we stayed, from that moment I wanted to be a nudist and I was quite interested in what it would look like if we were naked on the beach together.

I became interested in nudity years ago when my wife & I were touring Colorado. After dry camping for a couple of days, we booked a few days in a real nice lodge which included entrance to Orvis Hot Spring, a nearby commercial C/O hot spring. We both loved it although she didn't go nude that time. We've since visited many nudist resorts and had a great time at all of them. We loved sunning & swimming nude.

Somewhere are 10 when i used to skinny dip in my neighbors pool

As a kid I never knew there was such a thing called nudism, I considered it normal being naked around my peers.

If we are talking about it when I was an adult it was when a boyfriend took me to a bikers convention. I was still over subscribed to my puberty shyness but in time I totally lost all my inhabitation much to his annoyance when I took up the invitation of a newly acquired friend to go on stage with her for a wet tee shirt competition.

The renewed feeling of being nude in public without being judged renewed my mojo and I have never looked back.

When I was 16 on a holiday in France. I came on a nudist beach after climbing rocks in Bretagne. It was not warm. The most of the people were waist down nude and I did the same. Ever since I like being Nudist

I used to run around naked as far back as I can remember, I have always hated clothing.

As a kid when the family lived down in North Carolina near Camp Lejeune ( probably spelt wrong ), I use to find large tabaco plant fields, go to the farthest corner, and strip down, then run through the plants.

I always got sunburnt, mom couldn't understand how I got burnt in the places I did, OR, maybe she did and never said anything.

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Mykonos one of the greek islands has a nudist beach and that was always good there, dont know if they still have nudism there now being naked in the sunshine is so liberating.

Being a fair skinned Irishman, if I did that today, I'd end up looking like a two legged lobster.

When we were young teens we would dare each other to run around the village nude when we were camping. This was always done after midnight, so the chances of running into anyone was fairly remote.

I joined the navy at 15 and found out really quickly that privacy was not a thing. We would do our washing naked, communal showers, no doors on the bathroom cubicles, swimming lessons all nude.

Needless to say, I was quite uninhibited by the time I left boot camp and joined the fleet. The first nude beach I found was in Denmark. I have never looked back. Love the feeling of freedom.

I grew up in a strict home. If my sister or I walked across the hall to our room because we left PJ's and had just taken a bath we would get yelled at. Even if we had a towel around us. We never saw mom or dad naked. It was hard just to talk them into letting us wear bikinis. I remember the first night I slept naked after I moved to an apartment for college. Then after years buying my own home. In a way, I was dreading when my sister would visit and we eventually agreed to her moving down here and in with me. I mean we had seen each other all our lives because we shared a room. It didn't take long after she moved in before we were comfortable staying naked at home. Then when her girlfriend started staying here also she was shy at first but WTH we are all girls.

Nudism was a requirement for me when I first started masturbating to Playboy and Penthouse in the 80s. I figured, if the models are nude, I should be too...as that's only fair.

As an adult, I've found nudism to be comfortable, sexy, fun, relaxing, and i try to be nude as much as possible.

I went swimming with my "sister" and my wife at a friends pool with him and his wife. We came back to his rec room and sat at his bar. After about a half hour I realized I was the only one still sitting around naked. It just felt so normal, comfortable and natural I didn't notice I was sitting there naked.

I guess I'd have to say it's the natural freedom. I remember the carefree "Hippie" times of the late 60's and 70's. I just love being outside in the nude. It just feels so different and a bit exciting to enjoy the outdoors in the buff. I live in rather rural area and it's easy to be outside wearing nothing but a smile. I have no problem going out nude in any type of weather and it's especially enjoyable when it's raining outside. I do however keep a cover up of some type close by just in case there's a delivery or mail drop off. It really is the way we were meant to be. We weren't born with clothing. I kinda envy the primitive tribes that still exist that are nude or wear very little. I'd have no problem spending time at a nudist resort but my only fear is the possibility of getting an erection at the sight of an arousing woman. That situation would be embarrassing to me...

There's a video on YouTube of Himba tribes at Nambia with two women inspecting the breasts of a white woman who was there doing a story about the tribes. They had apparently never seen white skin before and persuaded her to disrobe from the top so they could check her out. One of them is touching her breast and she's looking down at that. The expression on her face is priceless, like she's not too OK with it but you can't really tell if she just doesn't want the camera crew to see her better than lovely chest or she's unhappy with the touching. She has a chest to be proud of so I can't see why she'd want to hide it.

I was raised to be proud of what god has blessed each of us with, regardless of what society says or thinks.

I personally have worked very hard to keep my body as in shape as possible through working out, weights and martial arts. My husband has been instrumental in this area as well. For when we built our house, we had a workout room specifically in mind. So l have been proud to be naked since l have been old enough to get naked by myself and havent stopped since.

Simple. The desire to see pussy, nude women. Lol

I have always felt comfortable without clothes as long as I am warm. But I had two experiences with being nude outside that made me think nudism was sweet. The first was accidental. While at a conference in Vancouver, BC, I stumbled on a nude beach. At first I was self-conscious about stripping but very rapidly the sun shone on my body and my only worry was getting my crotch sunburned. The atmosphere was very relaxed and everyone was enjoying the sun and a warm day. It just felt great!

My second experience I have already written about here on Zity-Biz. I was on Bali and stayed at a nice hotel near Ubud. The accommodations were in separate one-room luxury jacalitos. It looked like a set-up for Asian executives and their "favorite friends," with a large bed, many cushions for a wide variety of interesting activities; sadly, I was alone but did my best to enjoy the situation. While the room was fitted out luxuriously, the shower was outside, and there was when I really fell in love with nudism. Showering with the sun on your skin, out of doors? Almost as good as sex, with an immediate sense of freedom, of liberation. That was years ago, and I would like to do it all over again, but with someone this time, not alone.

The first time I was nude on a beach was in the Bahamas on the Abaco Island. It was the most beautiful beach I had ever seen and the ocean was that light blue crystal clear water. The beach was deserted for as far as you can see in either direction and there were very few beachfront houses that were spread far apart. I was with my wife and we did run across a couple laying out nude and then another couple where the woman was topless and we said hello. As we walked further down the beach I decided to pull of my bathing suit and go into the water. It was an such an exhilarating feeling that I will never forget.

Since then we have been to Haulover Beach in Miami and Blind Creek in Ft. Pierce. Once you pull off all your clothes you have such a natural feeling and seeing all others that are of all ages (no kids were present but were allowed) and sizes just adds to the experience. Having gone to a nude beach and soak in the whole experience it will feel strange going to a regular beach.