Many First Times

We often read stories about “my first skinny-dip,” “my first nude beach experience,” and other first times of nudism. When I was asked to write this column, I realized I’ve had many “first-times.”  Indulge me in this trip down memory lane to relive a few of them and remember the fun that came with them.

 

I became interested in nudism before knowing what nudism was all about – I just knew I was happiest with no clothes. When still in grade school, I would seize opportunities to be nude – always when there was no chance I’d get caught. I remember coming home from school when I had the house to myself and stripping down to watch TV. There was nothing titillating about the experience – I was just more comfortable that way. This was my first experience with being nude and having fun – albeit pretty tamely.

 

The 1970s created my first opportunity for public nudity – streaking. Personally, I picked places where the chances of getting caught was low, such as barbeques or country hikes.  Although I loved being naked, I feared the consequences of being seen.

 

My nudist activities took a long break when I got out of college. I was married with a family, and my wife was not a nudist so there was pressure to keep my clothes on. I enjoyed the few opportunities when the family was out, but I couldn’t be naked for extended periods without creating a major rift in the household.

Then, we moved to an acreage. There, I first experienced the joys of free walking.  Having a dog meant that I had an excuse to go out, and the privacy of the valley meant that I could spend hours walking nude through pastures and wooded areas, and even go skinny-dipping in the river – another first.

 

It was then that I started looking for opportunities for social nudity. I had recently come out of the nudist closet and was openly expressing my enjoyment of the nudist experience –at least verbally. I took to the internet and discovered both The American Association for Nude Recreation (AANR) and the Federation of Canadian Naturists (FCN). Through AANR, I found a local club (Sunny Chinooks) and through them I went to my first nude swim. That was in the spring of 2004 and I have been a member of AANR and an active social nudist ever since.

 

There have been many more firsts since then. My first visit to a nude beach at Wreck Beach in Vancouver, my first AANR-West Canadian Convention at Sol Sante, my first AANR Midwinter Meeting at Cypress Cove, my first time at a nude beach while on vacation at Eden Bay in the Dominican Republic, and the first time I hosted a nude house party.  Nude firsts occur every time I attend another nudist event.  Every “first nude experience” leads to the same feelings – body acceptance of myself and others, a feeling of self-confidence, a sense of doing something healthy and, most importantly, a belief that I am doing what I was meant to do.

Taken from the AANR Monthly Bulletin, "Across the Board" brings information and thoughts from the Governing Board of AANR to you. The Board values your membership and wants to make sure that it is doing what is right for the members and clubs. The first step is good two-way communication.