Ivan

I first heard about nudism at age ten or so from seaside postcards and my mum dragging me out of a cinema newsreel when I said Id like to try that as two girls my age played with a ball at a nudist gathering at Woburn Abbey. Then, when I discovered H&E at twelve, I realised I wanted to be a nudist. I to experiment with secret solo beach excursions until I managed to convinced a friend to go YHAing so I could go to Studland. In the years since, Ive been to Studland and many other nudist clubs and beaches in UK and Europe. My mistake was believing that the girls who would come to a beach with me were as keen on nudism as I was. I only discovered that after marriage they thought they could change my obsession with nudism. That caused lots of problems. But that is behind me now and all I want is to share my love of being socially naked with others who feel the same.

Someone who enjoys being naked for the sensual thrill of being naked. My ideal, my dream, is someone, or some people, with whom to share tantric meditation, naked hikes, partying naked and not caring what others think. I like to give myself openly and honestly, and at core, I am seeking that sort of soul-mate. Age or gender is not important but compatibility is. This isnt something that is easy to find or do. Compatibility comes from the desire to be oneself with another person who is themselves. Sadly, for most of my life, I thought I could change myself to fit the other for the last fifteen years I have been trying to become disciplined enough to live the way I have just described. Its a work in progress, but Im getting there and would love to find others who are on the same journey.

My interests are mostly creatively and sensually directed. I like to tell stories, make things, solve problems, discover new people, new places, new things and make people happy. I try to be open to other peoples interests and at least try to understand them if I cant actually share them. The only behaviour I walk away from is aggression: I will not let anybody force me to do what I dont want. On the other hand, kindness will get me walking on hot coals

Music works for me in two ways. One as a way of distancing myself from distraction, usually on a loop of favourites that I listen to but let swirl around me, allowing me to focus on a task in hand. Two as a way of taking me on a journey into my own soul, via someone elses. Different genres, periods, instruments, performers all touch some niche, when appropriate. Music, more than anything else, frees my spirit.

Like music, moving images move me in different ways. Porn generally leaves me cold but the Oldje films, though most people would say they are disgusting excite me more even that the artistic female made emotional porn in fact so much so that I volunteered (although sadly I could never make the shooting dates!). Snow White still gets to me, as does the Wizard of Oz. The Railway Children has me in fits of tears and erotic excitement. Pretty Baby similarly, though for different reasons. Le Dieu Crea la Femme was at the centre of my erotic imaginings when I was an early teen, as was Carry on Camping, probably because it was English and seemed more attainable. But, probably, my all time favourite film is The Prisoner of Zenda with Ronald Colman that film played to my idea of romance. Of course the story was written in the 1890s so my teen years were a bit mixed up.

Brigitte Bardot and David Niven, though for very different reasons...