Our family had a pool in our backyard deep in the heart of suburbia, and I recall wondering whether I had safely positioned the chaise sofa out of the view of any readily offended (or readily titillated) neighbors’ eyes as I snitched a few minutes whenever I really could get the chance to experience precisely what the summer sun felt like on my nude body
And many late nights, after the remaining part of the family had gone to bed, I’d quietly ease ito the pool for a skinny dip. It turned out to be a marvelous natural high.
Interestingly enough, I chose to attend faculty at UC San Diego. During the orientation tour of the campus, the counsel told us incoming freshmen about nearby Black’s Beach — and expressed some surprise when http://videonudism.com/hot of us did not understand about its staus as one of the best known nude beaches in the nation.
So, I knew right then and there where I would be taking most of my study breaks.
I have to say, though, that I experienced what I’d expect is a standard degree of trepidation when faced with a first-time nude beach encounter.
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Check itI remember visiting the shore a couple of times, and remaining clothed, trying to determine whether I was “safe”. I saw that the beach was huge and spread out such that one could very much maintain a sense of having “personal space”, at what felt like a comfortable distance from other beach-goers whose reasons for being there might be considerably less than innocent. Eventually, the lure of what I had in the back of my head constantly wanted to experience won out, and http://nuderoad.com took my new boogie-board down to beach, and without reluctance discarded my swimsuit.
I raced down to the water, still a bit nervous, attempting not to make eye contact with the few individuals that were nearby. I plunged into the waves, and quickly realized I was having the time of my entire life. I drove the waves for a while, loving the sensation, feeling like my body was made for this.
I exhausted after a while, and decided to head back up to the shore. Feeling more relaxed and confident now, I looked around at some of the others present. I should probably mention here that I’ve been blessed with some pretty good genes, and I should probably also mention that it was impossible not to find the — well, stares — of lots of the gay men present.
After a minute or two of nervousness, I instantly determined that this was fundamentally a public place, and going nude was my pick, and that I couldn’t really stop anyone who needed to look at me from looking. And that as long as they kept a considerable distance and refrained from outwardly lewd behaviour or unwanted advances or harassment, I’d only accept the “eye contact” as a compliment, and think no more of it and enjoy myself.
I was pleased when it turned out that my fellow naked folks acted just as I had figured they would. And my approach toward the bare encounter is pretty much the same now — taking off my clothing is a choice I make, but I can’t control what you do. Should you want to look, go ahead and look, but I trust that you will not harass or otherwise act distastefully.
To this day, my recollections of my many, many naked trips to that shore are a few of my best memories. Recently, I’ve been land locked, so to speak, near Sacramento, but it is always been in the rear of my head to return to Black’s. I’d also like to see San Onofre.