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

Guest site by: Wayne Brake

My name is Wayne, but this is a pseudonym I feel compelled to use because motives. Never to sound glib but we do live in a quite clothed, erclosed-minded society where naturists and naturists are persecuted, especially at work. I know for a fact that if I came out as a naturist to my family and friends they had likely try to perform some sort of gymnophobia-flavored intervention / exorcism on me. *le sigh*
My Naturist Epiphany
I am in my mid-forties and I Have been a practicing naturist for about five years now. I say “practicing” because I Have been a naturist at heart since my early teenagers. Back then when my parents went away for a weekend I’d frequently flog off all my clothing and wouldn’t put em back on until I heard their car pulling back into the driveway.
Reflecting on this now I realize how therapeutic this was. I was a skinny, shy, self-conscious child who grew up in a Catholic household that unequivocally linked nudity to sex and shame. As a result, I grew up with some pretty crippling body image issues. I could not even bring myself to wear short pants 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 risk of heat prostration.
It was not until I reached my thirties that I became vaguely comfortable in my own skin. With that came a renewed interest in naturism. I recall seeing St. Maarten back in 2003 and wrestling with to jump off the tour bus, tear off my clothes and join all of those happy-seeming naked people frolicking on the playa at Orient Bay. But since all of my fellow travellers were laughing and giggling like schoolgirls I kept my inner frolicker tightly muzzled.
A couple of years after I learned that there was a clothing-optional beach only a short drive away from me. One Sunday afternoon I guided my wife and a close friend out that way for a hike. I roughly understood where the bare beach was and I deliberately led them to the outskirts, fantastic on gaging their reaction to this.
HUGE FREAKIN’ BLUNDER, by the way. As soon as we got within line of sight of a single naked man standing predominately on a tall stone my buddy, who has extremely poor vision, took this chance to pipe up.
“Wow,” he said. “I’ve never been so happy to be blind in my whole life.”
Undeniably amusing, yes, but it made me think: Why do you feel so threatened by this? Does one believe he’s suddenly going to run over here and begin doing gratuitous squats before you?’
That’s when I understood that our modern-day attitudes towards nudity are still grossly misinformed by Victorian and Puritan influences; influences which unequivocally equate nudity with sex, shame, deviance and a distinct lack of “decency.” Truly, North Americans suffer from more body horror problems compared to typical David Cronenberg film.
Subsequently, in 2007, I visited a friend in Vancouver. To test the waters again I requested him to take me to that world-renowned naturist Mecca, Wreck Beach. He instantly responded very violently to my request:
Oh, no! Trust me, you don’t wanna go there. Not the sort of individuals you wanna see naked, ifyouknowwhutI’msayin’.”
Um, ooookay,’ I thought to myself. Just how can I explain this to him? I don’t wanna see other people naked, I wanna be nude. I wanna be totally immersed in the components minus the weight of a wet, chilly, clingy swimsuit. I do not need any barriers between me, the surf, the sand and the sunlight. I simply wanna commune with Mama Nature in the only method which makes sense to me.’
But given dropped the subject and moved on. * Strike two*
While my thoughts were getting more daring, I was still an extended way from taking the plunge into nudism myself. While camping at a local provincial park, I Had sometimes swim out into deep water, whip off my swim trunks, bob around for a bit, and then put my shorts back on before heading back to land. Quietly I needed nothing more than to wade out of the water nude and wander along the playa in relaxation, all the while taking care of my all-over George Hamilton-fashion tan.
Baby steps, I understand, but it felt wonderful and it only made sense if you ask me.
But it’d require a couple more critical encounters before I became a full fledged, card-carrying naturist. And the impetus for this would come from a totally unexpected source.
Just click here to read Part 2 of ‘My Naturist Epiphany’
About the author: Wayne Brake is a naturist writer and activist. You can take a look at his naturist-friendly website ‘In NatureNaturally’ right here:
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