really started down the path to truly being a nudist right before I entered my early adolescents. How I learned of nudism I actually don’t remember. Since I was raised in an exceptionally old-fashioned family I do recall that my parents view of it was not favorable. So I am quite 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 regular. With my mum working now too it meant that suddenly I had the summer home to myself during the weekday.
I started by being naked within the house while they were gone to work. Generally I’d just do things anyone might do but I would do it bare. One time I saw some sun coming in through the front door and decided I wanted to get outside bare.
At this time I should describe my area. It was an old 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 contain an alley. At the far rear there were two quite old wooden tool sheds (which play a part in the story after), some trees, as well as a near 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 seeing by neighbors on either side. They’d fences, trees, and constructions that meant none of the neighbors beyond them could be seen. The front yard was typical sized with a driveway and no fencing or seclusion for most of it. We lived on a curve at an intersection with another area road.
My first encounters going outside nude were in my backyard when my parents were gone. I’d look to see whether the neighbors cars on both sides were gone (being that everyone worked I presumed 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 nude outside more often. Which meant I needed to find a method to be naked when my parents were home.
I decided to convert one of the ancient tool sheds into my own private naturist resort. What I told my parents was that it’d be my club house. Of course since I did not have a club I imagine that didn’t matter. It would have just seemed to them like another one of those ridiculous notions I had all the time. Among the tool sheds, which I suspect had really been a rather good sized workshop long time past, was in pretty good condition structurally but it was a catastrophe indoors. Decades of dirt and junk 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 big 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 view of the neighbors. I do not understand how many hours that summer I spent out there listening to the radio or reading while nude.
But none of this was enough for me. So I decided to push the envelope some more.
In the summer of 1976 I started climbing out my bedroom window naked at night while my parents were asleep. My bedroom window was on the side of the house with a brick wall dividing it from the neighbors. So being there meant I was outside looking at the front yard while nude. But since it was dark no one could see me from the street. The single threat was if my parents chose to check on me and noticed I was not in the room. Gradually I began to walk further and further into the yard 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 wasn’t the biggest risk I took. Right now I also stopped utilizing the back door to get to my backyard when my parents were gone.
Instead I decided to walk out the front door nude, in broad day, and around the home to the front gate. But rather than use the gate I’d climb over the fence just for the experience. Anything to boost the sensation of being bare. And this was when I began climbing trees in the back yard, which was http://skinnudist.com .
Now comes the extremely absurd part of the story when it all falls apart. One day, Lord knows why, I chose to take the rubbish out while bare. Maybe I was nave and thought I could only get away with this since I appeared to get away with so much else. Or maybe it was the delight of http://nudistwmv.com of getting caught. Recall there was not an alley so garbage pick up occurred in front of the house next to the street. So here I go wearing just my birthday suit out to the road carrying a bag of trash. And would not you understand it some neighbor kids (who I didn’t understand) went by on their bikes, halted and stared for a second. I turned and walked back in the home frightened I was going get in huge trouble. Nothing seemed to come of this over the next 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 buddy I saw my parents sitting on the front porch as they generally did when the weather was fine. Nevertheless , as soon as I came up I saw they weren’t happy. It was then that I learned the kids had told their parents who had phoned the cops. The cops had arrived while I was gone to investigate a report of a flasher. Nevertheless , once they spoke to the kids 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 before my parents were quite old-fashioned and did not approve of nudism. They simply could not comprehend why I ‘d do something like this. And they talked about how disappointed they were in me. So this ended my outside nudist teen adventures to say the least.
Off and on through the years afterward I would still occasionally be nude inside while home alone. But even after getting married, my lovely wife and I did not go around the house naked. Then about 9 years back I learned of Christian Naturists and found there was no conflict between my faith and naturism. In fact, I learned that they really go together. By visiting naturist web sites I learned more of naturist philosophy and body recognition. While my wife became a home nudist I accepted societal naturism as being a large part of my 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 as well as 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’m participating in social nudist events at house parties and naturist resorts. All my close friends are either naturists or know of and have no issue with my naturism.