really began down the path to being a nudist right before I entered my early adolescents. How I learned of nudism I don’t recall. Since I was raised in an extremely conservative family I do recall that my parents view of it wasn’t positive. So I’m 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 was a stay at home mom while my dad went to work everyday. With my mom working now too it meant that suddenly I had the summer home to myself during the weekday.
I started by being bare inside the house while they were gone to work. Generally I’d only do items anyone might do but I would do it nude. One time I saw some sun coming in through the front door and decided I liked to get outside nude.
At this time I should describe my neighborhood. It was an old blue collar neighborhood in a major Texas city. My backyard was a little larger than half an acre. When they constructed the area they did not comprise an alley. At the far rear there were two really old wooden tool sheds (which play a role in the story later), some trees, along with a close jungle of bamboo that blocked views to the houses in the rear. On each side of the back yard were other homes with only a wire fence dividing the yards. This meant our property was open to seeing by neighbors on either side. They had fences, trees, and structures that meant none of the neighbors beyond them could be viewed. 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 a different neighborhood street.
My first encounters going outside naked were in my backyard when my parents were gone. I’d look to see if 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 made a decision to find more ways to be nude outside more often. Which meant I needed to find a way to be naked when my parents were home.
I decided to convert one of the ancient tool sheds into my personal naturist resort. What I told my parents was that it’d be my club house. Of course since I didn’t have a club I figure that did not matter. It would have simply appeared to them like another one of these silly notions I had all the time. Among the tool sheds, which I imagine had really been a fairly good sized workshop long time past, was in pretty good shape structurally but it was a catastrophe indoors. Decades of soil and junk had piled up. So I grabbed a broom and paper towels and started cleaning. Once it was clean (to utilize the word loosely) it was time to make it 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 home and everyone else’s now. Plus, the other shed, which was bigger, gave additional protection from the perspective of the neighbors. I don’t understand how many hours that summer I spent out there listening to the radio or reading while bare.
But none of this was enough for me. So I chose to push the envelope some more.
In the summer of 1976 I started climbing out my bedroom window nude at night while my parents were asleep. My bedroom window was on the side of the home using a brick wall separating it from the neighbors. So being there meant I was outside looking at the front yard while bare. But since it was dark no one could see me from the street. The only threat was if my parents chose to check on me and found I was not in the room. Gradually I started to walk further and further into the yard each night. Being that it was around midnight or after 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 was not the biggest risk I took. Currently I also stopped utilizing the back door to get to my backyard when my parents were gone. Instead http://nudenudist.com made the decision to walk out the front door bare, in broad daylight, and across the home to the front gate. But rather than use the gate I’d climb over the fence only for the experience. Anything to improve the sense of being naked.
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Now comes the truly absurd element of the story when it all falls apart. One day, Lord knows why, I decided to take the rubbish outside while bare. Perhaps I was nave and thought I could simply get away with this since I appeared to get away with so much else. Or perhaps it was the delight of the danger of being caught. Remember there wasn’t an alley so garbage pick up happened in front of the house next to the street. So here I go wearing just my birthday suit out to the street taking a bag of rubbish. And would not you know it some neighbor children (who I didn’t know) went by on their bikes, halted and stared for a second. I turned and walked back in the home scared I was going get in big trouble. Nothing seemed to come of this over the following day or two so I figured it was cool. 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 frequently did when the weather was pleasant. But when I came up I saw they were http://purenudism2017.com . It was then that I learned that the children had told their parents who’d phoned the authorities. The police had arrived while I was gone to investigate a report of a flasher. Nevertheless , once they spoke to the children that had seen me they were so intimidated that they wouldn’t speak and the policemen agreed not to pursue it.
Now do not go believing I was out of the woods yet. As I wrote earlier my parents were very old-fashioned and did not approve of nudism. They simply couldn’t understand why I would do something like this. And they talked about how disappointed they were in me. So this stopped my outside nudist adolescent experiences to say the least.
Off and on through the years after I would still sometimes be bare in while home alone. But even after getting married, my wife and I didn’t go around the house naked. Then about 9 years ago I learned of Christian Naturists and discovered there was no conflict between my faith and naturism. The truth is, I learned that they actually go together. By seeing naturist web sites I learned more of naturist doctrine and body recognition. While my wife became a household nudist I accepted societal naturism as really being a large part of my entire life.
Now whenever the temperature permits I’m bare at home. I’ve written numerous articles for the Christian Naturist newsletter Fig Leaf Forum. I maintain two naturist web sites as well as participating here on Cat’s message board and others. And I’m a moderator of a local Yahoo Christian Naturist group, which meets jointly monthly. So now I’m participating in societal nudist occasions at house parties and naturist resorts. All my close buddies are either naturists or know of and have not a problem with my naturism.