The Nude World Of Cat - "My Nudist life so far"
Anna
at least the story stresses that nuditsm isn't about sex. If it is
true it is sad she had to go to a foster home.
http://www.freebodyzone.com/articles/first_time_stories/template.php?article=kristin
My Nudist life so far
This is supposed to be a first-time story, a story about how I became
a nudist. I have a problem with that though. A nudist, to me, isn’t
something that I just become and then I’m done. Just like any other
part of me, it’s something that evolves with me over time. I’m not a
static person, and there’s nothing about me that’s static either.
Nudism for me is a constantly changing state, just like the rest of
me. So basically, I sat down and wrote about my whole life thus far,
focused on the important parts obviously, and lead you right up to
where I am today. I was smart, too, and divided it up into sections so
that hopefully it’s a little easier to understand. So yeah, without
further ado…
The Early Years - From birth to age 11 (1988-99)
When I was growing up, and by “growing up” I mean from a two-foot-long
baby to a five-foot-tall girl, I still had loads more maturation to go—
anyway when I was growing up, there were a number of things that
helped to plant the “nudist seed” in my mind. I’m not sure why, but my
parents never completely insisted on clothes around the house. The
fact that I’m an only child definitely helped, I guess they were
willing to give their only daughter a little leeway, plus, I had no
sisters or brothers to corrupt. We never put a term to what our family
was during those years, we definitely weren’t nudists. After the fact,
I enjoyed referring to those times as being “casual with nudity,” sort
of in between nudist and not.
What did that mean? Well, there were never really any rules about what
clothes needed to be worn, but at the same time, none of us just
walked around the house naked. We didn’t take off our clothes the
minute we walked in the door, but it was common to see me or my
parents eat breakfast nude if we’d just taken a shower. I was raised
to believe that nudity was “okay” in the house, but I guess that it
wasn’t something that was done where other people could see you. We
had a pool and went in it almost every day in the summer, but we
hardly ever skinny-dipped. My parents, in fact, almost never did, but
with going into the pool every day, I went through bathing suits
pretty quickly, so if all of them were in the laundry, they would let
me go in the pool nude. I started to be nude more often around the
ages of 9 and 10, which was when my parents started leaving me home
alone and let me use the pool unsupervised. I had no problem being
nude when I was alone as opposed to when I was around them, and would
frequently watch TV naked in the livingroom while they did the
shopping Saturday mornings. As for the pool? Let’s just say that this
was the time where I really learned to enjoy skinny-dipping.
The Transition to Real Nudism - Ages 11 to 13 (1999-2001)
By this time, I had lived in my neighborhood for about three years,
and we’d gotten to know some of our neighbors fairly well. Like all
parents, they sometimes discussed their “strategies” for parenting,
and we eventually discovered that one of the families were nudists. My
family became very good friends with theirs over the years, and they
were always very respectful of us. They were never naked if we didn’t
want them to be, which, quite honestly, we usually didn’t, but I
remember multiple occasions when we were having a barbecue and I’d
skinny-dip with their kids (a boy and a girl both fairly younger than
me, and I’ll call them J&J, because those were their initials).
When I was 11, I started babysitting for J&J. I never took my clothes
off, but after we talked about the first couple of times, both with
them and my parents, we decided that there was really no point in
making them wear clothes, and they hardly ever did. It was through
J&J’s family that I first discovered what nudism really was. It wasn’t
about skinny-dipping just because you don’t have a suit, or watching
TV naked just because you’re too lazy to get dressed. It’s about being
naked because that’s how you feel more comfortable, and although I
didn’t realize at the time, it’s about accepting your body and being
comfortable in your own skin.
I didn’t really use this knowledge and start to change myself, though,
until the next year, the summer after I turned 12. That year we took a
vacation to Disney World with J&J’s family and their best friends
(M&S), who were also my next-door neighbors. M&S’s family weren't
nudists, but M&S knew that J&J were. My parents had to leave for
Orlando two days before the rest of us because they were actually
there (well, Tampa, in the vicinity) on business. I was going to have
the house to myself for two whole days! J&J’s family were going to
drive me down to Florida, and I could call M&S’s family, my next-door
neighbors, if I had a problem.
My parents left at around 8:00 in the morning, and woke me up to say
goodbye. It was hot, so I had taken off my nightgown and was wearing
only my panties, in bed. Even though it was early (considering I was
on vacation), I figured there was no point in going back to bed, so I
got up and went downstairs to pour myself some cereal for breakfast.
Then after about an hour or two, I took off my panties, went outside,
and jumped in the pool. After I got out, I figured that since no one
was home there was no reason to get dressed, so I didn’t. In fact, I
didn’t get dressed the rest of the time I was alone since I didn’t
really think I had any reason to, and I managed to spend something
like 50 hours straight wearing nothing at all!
Then the day we were supposed to go down to Florida, J&J’s parents
called to make sure I was ready. I told them yes, and then I got
dressed and waited for them to come. While we were in the car, we
talked a little about how they were nudists. I still claimed I wasn’t,
but I did admit to skinny-dipping and walking around the house naked
sometimes. That night I took my clothes off again in the hotel room,
and I was still nude when my parents came the next morning to take me
to our hotel room, but they didn’t seem to care too much.
After those 50 hours of straight “naked time,” I was much more at ease
with being naked. My parents didn’t seem too crazy about the idea of
me being naked more often, but I guess they figured that it was too
late to do anything about it, so they let me get on with it. I always
swam nude instead of wearing a suit (unless I had friends over or we
went to a clothed beach of course). The clothes usually came right
back on after I got out of the pool. With sleeping, I always slept
nude, and usually came downstairs completely naked or wearing a towel
if I took a shower, and I’d wait to get dressed until after breakfast.
For anything else I usually wore clothes, though.
The next May, after my 13th birthday, M&S finally admitted that they
knew J&J were nudists, and that they went naked, too, at their house.
(Turns out they knew the whole time, even before I moved into the
neighborhood!) Their parents were pretty mad that they didn’t tell
them, but on a Wednesday they came over here for me to baby-sit them.
They didn’t bring their swimsuits so I allowed them to go nude, just
like I did for J&J. I wore a suit in the pool, but when they were
drying off nude in the living room, I took it off to dry with them. I
was definitely becoming more and more nudist…
And five days later on Monday was the day I became a nudist for real.
I had just gotten home from school and immediately ran straight to the
pool, stripped naked, and jumped in. A little while later, M&S came
over wearing their bathing suits and asked if they could come in. I
was a little embarrassed to be caught naked like that and said that it
wasn’t a good time, and watched them go back to their house. After I
saw them take off their suits to go in their own pool, I figured that
there was no reason to be embarrassed if they were going to be naked
too, so I changed my mind and streaked (with only a towel that wasn’t
covering very much) across both our backyards to skinny-dip with them.
When I got back home, my parents were back from work, and they caught
me the second I walked through the back door wearing only a towel.
Since they knew I wasn’t in our pool, I told them where I was and that
I was afraid I was about to be in big trouble for going naked at
someone else’s house. Instead my dad said I wasn’t, that they raised
me to be comfortable with my body, and that, if I wanted to be, I was
allowed to be nude whenever and wherever I wanted, as long as it
didn’t offend any one.
Yay, I’m a nudist! - Ages 13 to 15 (2001-2003)
Over the next two years, I finished middle school and started high
school. As a nudist. And I couldn’t have cared less. In middle school,
and into my freshman year of high school, I was a bright, bubbly, sort
of punky, definitely spunky little girl, and I didn’t have any problem
making friends.
It helped that I was in rural North Carolina, because not many people
had air conditioners, and it was often hot enough that it made sense
to even the most uptight of my friends to sleep naked if you were
going to be covered by a sheet anyway. So slowly but surely, my
closest friends (meaning the ones I had sleepovers with) knew that I
had a tendency to be naked sometimes. So then, when they came to my
house, they weren’t too shocked when I suggested that we sunbathe or
swim without our bathing suits. Very few of them joined me, but hardly
any of them had any problem with me being naked.
And as time went on, I’d expand it to the point where I’d be naked
even if we were just at my house eating lunch and doing homework. I
was never able to convert any of my friends to nudism, but a few were
willing to skinny-dip, and I had a couple of parties where a few of us
would get naked and we’d break out the body paint.
All in all, I have to say that these two years were the best of my
short life thus far.
Life ain’t perfect - Age 15 onward (2003-)
Ironically, the beginning of life not being perfect (and I was naïve
enough when I was 13 and 14 to believe that it was) was meeting my
girlfriend. You’d think that would make me incredibly happy, and off
and on, it has. But remember, that I am, myself, a girl, and that some
people don’t take too kindly towards girls who like girls.
I’ve got to make sure I keep this focused on nudism, since it’s Cat’s
site and not mine, so I’ll make sure I tell you that Caryn knew that I
was a nudist from the beginning. During our first “going-out-
alone” (which I say because we weren’t a couple yet), she told me
essentially out of the blue that she was gay, and I responded with
something like, “That’s cool. I’m a nudist.” (I didn’t know I was gay
until about an hour later when we kissed, actually, probably not until
we had our first real date the next week.)
After about a month of going out with Caryn, I told my parents that I
was a lesbian. After a bunch of arguments, I realized something. My
parents, even though they tried to support me being a nudist, didn’t
understand it at all. They were willing to support it back when I was
“their little girl” because as long as I wasn’t having sex, they could
ignore the “fact” that nudity equals sex. But now that their little
girl was well on her way to having sexual activity (I’m ignoring the
homosexuality for now, just for now though, I promise), they had to go
backwards. It was no longer okay for me to be naked, especially around
other girls, since that was the gender I had “chosen.”
Nudity does not equal sex!!! If it did, I wouldn’t have wanted to be a
nudist when I was 13 and my hormones weren’t properly raging yet. If
it did, I wouldn’t have enjoyed skinny-dipping the way I did when I
was 8 or 9 and even younger, still a completely innocent child. I
enjoy nudism simply because I prefer being naked to wearing clothes.
I’m simply more comfortable that way, and it honestly has nothing to
do with sex.
But yes, me being gay only added to the problem. If I had told them
merely that I had a boyfriend, they probably would have just sat me
down quietly sometime later and told me that since I was getting
older, it was no longer appropriate for me to walk around naked the
way I did. However, as it was, I was gay and had a girlfriend, so they
completely freaked. Why? Because they thought I had taken advantage of
them. How? Well, all those friends I was playing naked with when I was
13 and 14 were female. I’d never been naked with a boy before except
for the few occasions when I got my parents to take me to a nude
beach. My parents, of course, assumed that being naked in front of my
female friends was the cause of my homosexuality.
Like I said, nudity does not equal sex. Being naked with girls did not
cause me to become gay. My parents were wrong. I can pretend to
understand how they came to that conclusion, but there are two
fundamental problems to that logic. First, I didn’t discover I was a
lesbian until about three years after I became a nudist. Second, I was
probably naked in front of Caryn less often than any of my other
friends.
Nevertheless, over the course of the week after I’d told my parents I
was gay, it was made clear that we weren’t going to reconcile our
differences, so I went to live at Caryn’s house. After about four
months there, my relationship with her had reached a rough patch
(nothing major, just cold feet, second thoughts), so I tried for a
last-ditch effort to patch things up with my parents. That effort went
even worse than the previous ones, and I ended up in a foster home.
At those two residences, nudism sort of had to take a back seat to
life, especially in the foster home. When I was at Caryn’s house, I
never even bothered to tell her parents that I was a nudist. They had
enough to deal with from having to suddenly take an extra person into
their home, and I had no intention of bringing another issue into the
fray, and certainly had no intention of imposing on them any more than
I had to. Like I said though, Caryn already knew I was a nudist, and
of course had no problem with me being naked in the bedroom we shared.
Plus, I frequently streaked from our bedroom to the bathroom, so I got
enough freedom to satisfy me. In the foster home, though, I shared a
bedroom with three other girls, all of whom were (as far as I know)
straight, and had no interest in seeing me nude. For about three
months, I had to live like a “normal” human being, only naked in the
shower and for a few seconds before and after.
And so from there we move to the present day. I was adopted after
three months (two, actually, but I didn’t move until after the third
month) by a friend of my cousin, and I now live with her, my cousin,
and another girl (all female). From my cousin, they heard that I was a
nudist, and are fairly accepting of it. They haven’t made any
steadfast rules about it, but out of consideration for them, I tend to
limit my nudity to in bed and in the morning before I go to school, at
least until we discuss it further.
Nudism, throughout everything, remains very important in my life,
regardless of how often I actually get to be nude. This is because
nudism actually has very little to do with being naked. It’s more
about freedom and being comfortable with oneself. Often that means
being naked, since that is often the most comfortable. But the more
important part of nudism is accepting yourself and accepting others,
both bodies and personalities.
Anna
> I don't know if this is a true story or someone making up a story but
> at least the story stresses that nuditsm isn't about sex. If it is
> true it is sad she had to go to a foster home.
>
After reading some of the other articles on the web site this is most
likely a fake. Still it isn't as bad as some of the nude fake stories
out there. Like I said at least it emphasizes that nudism isn't about
sex.
