Great Read from a Successful Liberated Pioneering Mormon PLATONIC Nudists Epiphany

July 2008, PAGE 44 SUNSTONE Magazine, sunstone.org Mormon nudist. An oxymoron? HOW I BECAME A MORMON NUDIST [ A Naturists trek through Grandstaff Canyon aka BurntUmberArts.com/negro-bill-canyon ] By D. Michael Martindale As everyone knows, nudity is bad. Its simple. Nudity equals sex. Which is why my jaw dropped when eight years ago, I learned about a website called LDS Skinny-Dipper Connection [*1]. To me, this name was an oxymoron on the level of military intelligence. I had to check it out. According to the site, its constituency is Faithful members of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. Families forever, naked and not ashamed, it said. Wholesome interest in social nudity under appropriate circumstances, it said. I smirked. This was going to be entertaining, reading the rationalizations of these people trying to justify this kind of thing! I read through the website. I read every wordand there were a lot of words! They claimed that nonsexual social nudity is a positive, beneficial thing. Its educational because it allows everyone to see what human bodies really look likerather than consuming the glorified, air-brushed images we see in the media every day. It strips away the mystery of the human bodyespecially those parts we keep hidden from each otherand decreases lust because people become comfortable and familiar with all the body parts. It combats body shame and negative self-image. It fosters openness and trust because it allows you to be completely who you are and still be accepted by others. When I finished, to my shock and amazement, I exclaimed, Theyre right! There is no doctrinal objection to wholesome, nonsexual social nudity! Oh, there were all sorts of LDS cultural objections, all sorts of folk doctrines against it, lots of objections to sexualized nudity. But no bona-fide official doctrine against nonsexual nudity. Its just that most people dont know there is such a thing as [ PLATONIC ] nudity. Remember the equation, nudity equals sex. That was all I needed: permission from people who understood my LDS hang-ups. I printed out the entire LDS Skinny-Dipper Connection website and presented the thick sheaf of paper to my wife. Read this, and tell me what you think, I said to her. She didnt read all of it (there were a lot of words!), but she read a large portion of it, handed the papers back to me and said, Well, I think its rationalization, but if you want to do it, go ahead. (Bless her heart.) I did. I became a full-fledged, practicing Mormon naturist. From other naturist hikers, I learned how to hike nude safely. I visited places such as Diamond Fork hot springs in Spanish Fork Canyon where a tradition of nude soaking has existed for decades, and eventually I visited a few naturist resorts and nude beaches. The first time I attended the temple after I started practicing naturism, I was apprehensive. Walking into that environment, I didnt know how Id feel, knowing all the things I had done naked. Because, really, all I had was an intellectual testimony of naturism Rationally, I was convinced. But being born and raised in America and within the LDS Church, I had a lot of emotional conditioning that wasnt so easily overcome. Would I feel guilty? Would an evil spirit follow me inside, alerting a discerning temple president to my unworthiness? Would God strike me down? These were the agitated thoughts that churned in my mind as I entered. But as I walked from the front desk where I showed my recommend to the changing room, a feeling of peace came over me. It seemed to say, Dont worry about it. Everything is okay. For three years, that was the only spiritual manifestation I had that my choice to embrace naturism was acceptable to God. But from time to time, it would hit me how out of step my naturism was with traditional Mormonism, and doubts would ariseam I really deceived like most Mormons would consider me? I remember one time in particular when my wife and I were invited to a hot tub party with a clothing-optional dress code. She brought her swimsuit; I didnt. Before the party, we attended the wedding reception of a family in the ward. We sat and ate mints and nuts and white cake with another couple in the ward. The whole time, I kept wondering what this couple would think of me if they knew what Id be off doing right after the reception. After all, it was not so long ago that I was laughing at the thought of a Mormon nudist. While managing normal day-to-day living, I struggled and studied and meditated and prayed over the doubts engendered by both halves of my life. But the doubts always vanished when I hiked. To commune with nature in my natural state was such a transcendent experience that doubt just melted away. I discovered how blind I had been before, smothering almost my entire organ of touch with clothing. Hiking clothed was like hiking with my hands over my eyes and peeking through little slits between my fingers. Feeling nature on every square inch of my body was exquisite. I craved the touch of the wind where it had never touched me before. I could sense the slightest changes in temperature. The connection I felt with nature was palpable. One summer I took a trip to Moab, Utah. Id learned about a trail called Negro Bill Canyon that had a tradition of nude hiking, and I wanted to check it out. The first half of the trail extended through a tall slot canyon with a perennial stream running through it. Trees and vegetation filled the base, and Moabs characteristic red rock towered above. After the halfway point, the trail rose above the vegetation and plunged into a side canyon. Austere beauty surrounded mecliffs and rock formations here, a partially formed arch there, all blazing with color. The sun beat down on me, but at the end of the trail I found a small shaded cove beneath a large arch. Water trickled down a slit in the wall, and I knew that trickle would become a waterfall during a rainstorm. The water formed a small pool in the middle of the cove. The shade and moisture cooled and refreshed me. On my way back, a storm swept in. The sky crackled with thunder and lightning, and the wind funneled through the canyon. I walked through a narrow corridor with willow-like trees thrashing on either side of me. At the trailhead, I lay with my naked back against a flat, sun-heated boulder and let the wind and raindrops pelt and chill the top of me. The sensation was indescribable! When the wind starting pelting me with sand, I ran for my vehicle. It was lunchtime by then, and I was starving. But there was one more trail I wanted to explore that was further up the highway from Negro Bill Canyon. I decided to take a quick peek at that trail before driving into town for lunch. The trail is called Fisher Towers. Id learned about it in a book on hiking trails in Utah. It was supposed to be a gold mine of astounding rock formations etched by the wind over eons. The storm had subsided, but it had done its job and cleared any other hikers out. Nude, I stepped out of my vehicle and examined the area. Even at first glance I could tell this would be an incredible hike. I decided to walk up the trailjust a little to check it out even though I was starving and had left my water bottle in the car. But as I walked, more and more fascinating shapes came into view, enticing me to walk a little farther, and a little farther, and a little farther. . . . The main formations came into view, and they were breathtaking. Tall towers that looked like cathedrals and monstrous statues straight out of Lord of the Rings loomed above me. There was an eagle head, a gargoyle, titanic sundials. One formation looked for all the world like a Planet of the Apes version of Mt. Rushmore. Awe is the only word I can use to describe my feelings. I had never seen anything like it. As I hiked and admired the view, I meditated on the exquisite beauty of nature, on the deep connectedness I felt to Gods creations enhanced by my embracing of naturism. I was also…