The Blogging of Madsen 451
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I managed to lie down,
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straining young family nudist pics in order to be as decorous as potential. Eventually I
got a bit bored and a little more daring, and decided to get in the hot tub
and try having a conversation with an entire stranger while naked. The youthful
man, I concluded afterwards, was either a gigolo-in-training or had missed his
calling. He was gentle and good natured, low key, discretely conscious of my
awkwardness and the opportunity to help. The finest thing he did was show
that it was really acceptable to bend over. He declared that the hot tub was too hot,
fetched some buckets and dipped water from the pool to cool it, while easily
bending, squatting or stooping as needed. Which that two-year old in the
playgound knew and I had totally forgotten. The second nicest thing he did
was give me my first massage and then let me reciprocate. With no hint of
sexual invitation.
experience, and by automatically following my own inclinations without censure,
it was nothing less than only what I needed.
The whole weekend was as
delightful and all around-knowledge-building as that first afternoon. I can't
say it was merely mind-opening, because it was substantially more than aware
Knowledge that was enlarged. http://www.howard.edu/asp/linkcounter/resourcesondemand.asp?url=https://tetyk.com wish I'd kept a diary. As it was, I handled
for a complete massage lessons. During this time I was absolutely and alone
physical and societal. I didn't read one novel. I used ton't view a computer or a TV. I
did dishes for fun. I slept on the floor in a huge hall with 30 other snoring,
farting folks, and I slept like a baby.
day five days a week under supervision and experimented nights and weekends,
with feathers and beards! And we played. In the sun, on the yard, between the
trees, in the creek, in the pool, in the shower after a food fight. We loved and
laughed as kids do before they learn fear. I played as if I hadn't ever understood
Anxiety. I relearned trust and unlearned the differences between women and men and
Additionally , I wept and grieved and others wept with me. And every
tear of grief was joyous and wonderful. To weep for death would be to cry for life. I
had been grieving for departure before I knew what it was to be fully alive. Maybe
because of that.
Among the people I played
with, on a deeper and more intimate degree, was Chuck, the man I married three
weeks after (yes, weeks), and have been married to for over fourteen years. We
spend every winter with other nude folks since he retired.
associated with Getting In Touch, which was a really remarkable location.
have the memories. I still write computer programs, but just for fun, and I now
read doctrine with exactly the same attention I once gave to technical manuals.
I guess it all began as a kid,
although I was not conscious of it at that time.
I knew nothing of nudism then, but I do understand that I loved to take my clothes
and around the home when nobody was in.
I was taught nudity is ERRONEOUS except in private, ie. Toilet or
bedroom with the door shut.
I used to
live on the outskirts of a town on the south coast of England, behind our dwelling
was open fields,
and an old disused
It was here
that I first experience the feel of the sunlight, wind and rain on my nude body, and
I ENJOYED it.
Yes I know we have all been there, the skinny dipping crowd, but it wasn't only
that for me.
I went out of my way to get away from the other lads so I could strip off and
enjoy nudity,
not for a laugh, but because I believed it was right. https://www.fhwa.dot.gov/reauthorization/reauexit.cfm?link=https://nudebeach.buzz would lay there and love
standing in the stream or sitting in it and feeling the cool water flowing
around my body.
I 'd merely sit and watch as other animals moved around in the bushes and open
spaces,
or I 'd go running through the ferns, climb trees.
I WAS AT ONE WITH NATURE
Occasionally
I 'd lay in the open by a camp fire naked, and on a clear night merely look up
at the stars, how wonderful it felt,
the heat from the dancing flames of the fire, on my nude body, just to be
cooled by the strange breeze of wind.
as soon as I started to compose
this page I recognized that it really had nothing to do with Naturism/Nudism,
but there again it is a part of my life, and part of the procedure by which I
became a Naturist.
So if you think it's no place here then I can just apologies as I believe it
does.
As I entered my mid-teens I found that other distractions took me away from my
earlier pastimes.
Leaving school and finding work, and starting to get involved in other teen
Actions, i.e. clubs, drink, girls,
the change in lifestyle,
got a bit bored and a little more daring, and decided to get in the hot tub
and try having a conversation with an entire stranger while naked. The youthful
man, I concluded afterwards, was either a gigolo-in-training or had missed his
calling. He was gentle and good natured, low key, discretely conscious of my
awkwardness and the opportunity to help. The finest thing he did was show
that it was really acceptable to bend over. He declared that the hot tub was too hot,
fetched some buckets and dipped water from the pool to cool it, while easily
bending, squatting or stooping as needed. Which that two-year old in the
playgound knew and I had totally forgotten. The second nicest thing he did
was give me my first massage and then let me reciprocate. With no hint of
sexual invitation.
experience, and by automatically following my own inclinations without censure,
it was nothing less than only what I needed.
The whole weekend was as
delightful and all around-knowledge-building as that first afternoon. I can't
say it was merely mind-opening, because it was substantially more than aware
Knowledge that was enlarged. http://www.howard.edu/asp/linkcounter/resourcesondemand.asp?url=https://tetyk.com wish I'd kept a diary. As it was, I handled
for a complete massage lessons. During this time I was absolutely and alone
physical and societal. I didn't read one novel. I used ton't view a computer or a TV. I
did dishes for fun. I slept on the floor in a huge hall with 30 other snoring,
farting folks, and I slept like a baby.
day five days a week under supervision and experimented nights and weekends,
with feathers and beards! And we played. In the sun, on the yard, between the
trees, in the creek, in the pool, in the shower after a food fight. We loved and
laughed as kids do before they learn fear. I played as if I hadn't ever understood
Anxiety. I relearned trust and unlearned the differences between women and men and
Additionally , I wept and grieved and others wept with me. And every
tear of grief was joyous and wonderful. To weep for death would be to cry for life. I
had been grieving for departure before I knew what it was to be fully alive. Maybe
because of that.
Among the people I played
with, on a deeper and more intimate degree, was Chuck, the man I married three
weeks after (yes, weeks), and have been married to for over fourteen years. We
spend every winter with other nude folks since he retired.
associated with Getting In Touch, which was a really remarkable location.
have the memories. I still write computer programs, but just for fun, and I now
read doctrine with exactly the same attention I once gave to technical manuals.
I guess it all began as a kid,
although I was not conscious of it at that time.
I knew nothing of nudism then, but I do understand that I loved to take my clothes
and around the home when nobody was in.
I was taught nudity is ERRONEOUS except in private, ie. Toilet or
bedroom with the door shut.
I used to
live on the outskirts of a town on the south coast of England, behind our dwelling
was open fields,
and an old disused
It was here
that I first experience the feel of the sunlight, wind and rain on my nude body, and
I ENJOYED it.
Yes I know we have all been there, the skinny dipping crowd, but it wasn't only
that for me.
I went out of my way to get away from the other lads so I could strip off and
enjoy nudity,
not for a laugh, but because I believed it was right. https://www.fhwa.dot.gov/reauthorization/reauexit.cfm?link=https://nudebeach.buzz would lay there and love
standing in the stream or sitting in it and feeling the cool water flowing
around my body.
I 'd merely sit and watch as other animals moved around in the bushes and open
spaces,
or I 'd go running through the ferns, climb trees.
I WAS AT ONE WITH NATURE
Occasionally
I 'd lay in the open by a camp fire naked, and on a clear night merely look up
at the stars, how wonderful it felt,
the heat from the dancing flames of the fire, on my nude body, just to be
cooled by the strange breeze of wind.
as soon as I started to compose
this page I recognized that it really had nothing to do with Naturism/Nudism,
but there again it is a part of my life, and part of the procedure by which I
became a Naturist.
So if you think it's no place here then I can just apologies as I believe it
does.
As I entered my mid-teens I found that other distractions took me away from my
earlier pastimes.
Leaving school and finding work, and starting to get involved in other teen
Actions, i.e. clubs, drink, girls,
the change in lifestyle,
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