When I Knew I Was A Naturist

I don’t recall ever having a moment when I realized that I was a naturist. My naturism seemed to gradually evolve over the years.

It was during my overseas tours that I found that I enjoyed relaxing in the nude. It was then that I first engaged in social nudity in the saunas and spas I would often frequent in my travels. I didn’t see these activities as nudism or naturism. Being nude in those situations, either alone or with others, felt natural and clothing didn’t seem appropriate.

Much later I began to investigate nudism and naturism to include the history and philosophy. Many of the ideas of the naturist movement in Europe in the early twentieth century appealed to me, resonating with many of my own ideas that I’d developed over the years. Many of these ideas still form the basis of my naturist philosophy.

I still have vivid memories of my first visit to a naturist camp. From the moment I shed my clothes, being nude among others in nature felt completely natural. I felt no embarrassment nor any self-consciousness. I felt so alive. Subsequent visits to other nudist venues and activities substantiated those feelings.

In the years that followed, I found myself participating less in social nudism and the nudist and naturist venues to which I could visit drew my interest less. My naturalism evolved and I’ve incorporated my naturist ideas my everyday life. For me, naturism is more of an attitude and a perspective toward life. While nudity is at the core of my philosophy, actually being nude isn’t a necessity although I try to engage in nudity whenever it’s feasible to do so. The naturists of a hundred years ago felt the same in that respect.

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