The Blogging of Madsen 451
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I was once again interrogated by the custodians of Paradise, who were fully dressed for some reason.
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He looked clearly dubious of me, however, likely wondering why a young man would want to see a place full of retirees, noting at one point, "You know, there are not many single women here . . ."
I figured too many guys my age were looking for the Playboy Mansion, a area full of giggling girls with bouncing boobs, and after taking the tour and seeing none of that, would surely be high tailing it out of there. But for me, roaming around as God intended-along the sidewalks, to the crappy restaurant, as well as to the crappy gymnasium-was exhilarating. It was as if I'd stepped into another world where body taboos did not exist.
I could be naked wherever and whenever I pleased and nobody cared! My old classmates could not believe it!
The main hangout included an enormous pool with a number of smaller pools and jacuzzis. But most of the folks seemed too old to enjoy the facilities, and it made me a bit unhappy, not because I didn't like old folks (I do!) but because I couldn't understand why virtually nobody my age could appreciate nudism.
Was nudism "out of fashion" as my sister suggested? Who could prefer clothing if they were free to be without? Within my dreams the resort was split in two: on one side there were school age students splashing around, all in bathing suits, and on the other, naked bodies deformed by age.
Where were the younger nudists?
Outsider or no, I adored the area enough to buy a yearly membership, and came to find a fundamental part of nudism: volleyball. As any accurate nudist will let you know, volleyball is essential! And the best part is, playing against individuals three times my age, I was not too bad! That was until I met a twelve year old girl named Britney.
Clothed or not, I 'd never trust my daughter with some twenty year-old stranger, but I figure her parents could see an innocence in me. Britney thrashed me at every sport you can think of. naked Volleyball. Ping Pong. Shuffleboard. https://s3.amazonaws.com/2022naturist/nude-beach-party.html & Seek. The outcome was embarrassing. Britney was born at the resort, and I was happy to have met her.
She was smart and well adjusted, not to mention athletic, and unlike my "Brady Bunch" family revealed no signs of neurosis, despite her nudist upbringing. But her difficulty was the same as mine. There were just too few folks her age. I later tried beginning a Naturist Club at USF, hanging fliers around campus and making a web site, but nobody responded.
When summer rolled around, I discovered that, just like at the Greek shores, the naturist fowl was migratory. https://s3.amazonaws.com/2022naturist/beach-milfs.html flocked in droves from all over the state, and a few from outside the state. Even on the islands, I'd never seen such a parade of body types, and it made me realize how impoverished our society's definitions were. Beauty, I could see, came in all sizes and shapes. https://s3.amazonaws.com/2021naturist/nudist-family-photos.html met folks my age and even-despite what General Lee told me-a girl my age.
Nicole came to spend the week with her sister and husband, which looked a bit strange, since Paradise Lakes was advertised as an intimate escape. If not for me, she'd have experienced no one her age to speak to. Unexpectedly, she had never been to a nudist site before and yet couldn't have appeared more comfortable in her skin. We did everything together-even canoeing within an alligator-infested lake-then reluctantly put our clothes on for dinner and a film, which was strangely opposite the norm, understanding how we appeared naked but not dressed!
Naturally, I found her much more amazing with nothing on. When we returned from There's Something About Mary, we're able ton't wait to take our clothes off so we could go back to her room and . . . play Scrabble. Yes. That's all we did. Did sex cross our minds? I think so. But neither one of us needed a meaningless fling. Sadly, she went back to New Jersey each day and I never saw her again.
Those early college days were some of my most joyful. I recall spending time at Paradise between classes, and once came late to Ancient History, my clothing sticking to my still-wet body; which is ironic, considering how I used to come wet and late to class for not becoming nude. But having a key continued to gnaw at me. I understood that to be entirely free, everyone needed to know, including my parents.
I figured too many guys my age were looking for the Playboy Mansion, a area full of giggling girls with bouncing boobs, and after taking the tour and seeing none of that, would surely be high tailing it out of there. But for me, roaming around as God intended-along the sidewalks, to the crappy restaurant, as well as to the crappy gymnasium-was exhilarating. It was as if I'd stepped into another world where body taboos did not exist.
I could be naked wherever and whenever I pleased and nobody cared! My old classmates could not believe it!
The main hangout included an enormous pool with a number of smaller pools and jacuzzis. But most of the folks seemed too old to enjoy the facilities, and it made me a bit unhappy, not because I didn't like old folks (I do!) but because I couldn't understand why virtually nobody my age could appreciate nudism.
Was nudism "out of fashion" as my sister suggested? Who could prefer clothing if they were free to be without? Within my dreams the resort was split in two: on one side there were school age students splashing around, all in bathing suits, and on the other, naked bodies deformed by age.
Where were the younger nudists?
Outsider or no, I adored the area enough to buy a yearly membership, and came to find a fundamental part of nudism: volleyball. As any accurate nudist will let you know, volleyball is essential! And the best part is, playing against individuals three times my age, I was not too bad! That was until I met a twelve year old girl named Britney.
Clothed or not, I 'd never trust my daughter with some twenty year-old stranger, but I figure her parents could see an innocence in me. Britney thrashed me at every sport you can think of. naked Volleyball. Ping Pong. Shuffleboard. https://s3.amazonaws.com/2022naturist/nude-beach-party.html & Seek. The outcome was embarrassing. Britney was born at the resort, and I was happy to have met her.
She was smart and well adjusted, not to mention athletic, and unlike my "Brady Bunch" family revealed no signs of neurosis, despite her nudist upbringing. But her difficulty was the same as mine. There were just too few folks her age. I later tried beginning a Naturist Club at USF, hanging fliers around campus and making a web site, but nobody responded.
When summer rolled around, I discovered that, just like at the Greek shores, the naturist fowl was migratory. https://s3.amazonaws.com/2022naturist/beach-milfs.html flocked in droves from all over the state, and a few from outside the state. Even on the islands, I'd never seen such a parade of body types, and it made me realize how impoverished our society's definitions were. Beauty, I could see, came in all sizes and shapes. https://s3.amazonaws.com/2021naturist/nudist-family-photos.html met folks my age and even-despite what General Lee told me-a girl my age.
Nicole came to spend the week with her sister and husband, which looked a bit strange, since Paradise Lakes was advertised as an intimate escape. If not for me, she'd have experienced no one her age to speak to. Unexpectedly, she had never been to a nudist site before and yet couldn't have appeared more comfortable in her skin. We did everything together-even canoeing within an alligator-infested lake-then reluctantly put our clothes on for dinner and a film, which was strangely opposite the norm, understanding how we appeared naked but not dressed!
Naturally, I found her much more amazing with nothing on. When we returned from There's Something About Mary, we're able ton't wait to take our clothes off so we could go back to her room and . . . play Scrabble. Yes. That's all we did. Did sex cross our minds? I think so. But neither one of us needed a meaningless fling. Sadly, she went back to New Jersey each day and I never saw her again.
Those early college days were some of my most joyful. I recall spending time at Paradise between classes, and once came late to Ancient History, my clothing sticking to my still-wet body; which is ironic, considering how I used to come wet and late to class for not becoming nude. But having a key continued to gnaw at me. I understood that to be entirely free, everyone needed to know, including my parents.
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