I am a nudist

I am a nudist (Originally posted on my tumblr account: http://nomadicnudist.tumblr.com/ ) A little about me… I haven’t been a nudist for a long time, less than a year, although I’ve been one all my life. I’ve never been partial to clothes but never really acted on this impartiality until this past summer. I remember being in grade school, before puberty but long after being taught about shame, and wanting to sleep naked. Years went by and the only time I actually would sleep naked was after a night of passion with a new lover . By the time a lover turned into a relationship, I would be wearing boxers to sleep. I ended up attending a college that had a wonderful secluded waterfall on campus. There, I did skinny dip a few times, both socially and alone. Shortly after college, I came into a job in the south of France and spent one glorious, shameless day on a naturist beach, the most memorable day of my whole three months. Upon returning to the United States, I filed the experience in a little box in my mind labeled, “Things I will only ever do in France in my twenties.” Years went by with nothing but an occasional blissful, shameless baring. There was one night, camping with friends, where we stole away to the lake and dove in free of our modes. Another night, with a long-term girlfriend, where I asked her if we could sleep nude, not for sex, but just because it felt right. Eventually, I met my wife, and I don’t believe I’ve slept in anything but my birthday in the six years since. While she is not a social nudist, we are often to be found naked in our own apartment. Slowly, I put all my experiences together, slowly I shed shed the shame society imparted to me, and finally, this past summer, I had an epiphany while trying to find a place to skinny dip: I am a nudist.