"I like it here. When I go to the other swimming pools they all look
at my legs. When I come here they look at me."-
12 year old girl with Cerebral Palsy concerning a naturist swim
The Top 15 Way Cool
Reasons To....
Spend a Day or a Weekend at a Nudist Campground/Beach
Written by a teen nudist for teens!
From a pamphlet put out by the
Federation of Canadian Naturists.
1. It's fun! Of course, it's not for
everyone, but then, neither is Madonna nor the Red Hot Chili Peppers,
NBA basketball nor Batman. But once most young couples and
boyfriends/girlfriends try it, they come back. Why? Because it's fun.
You probably know people who have vacationed at nude beaches, who
skinny-dip in their backyard pool or who lounge around the house nude.
Why not?
2. It's healthy! Besides improved
self-esteem, the sun relieves stress, provides you with Vitamin D, a
tan with SPF 4 protection and helps clear acne. Naturists don't overdo
their time in the sun; they tan safely with a sunscreen.
3. It feels good! You know how gross
those jeans and bra straps feel on a hot sticky day? Or that wet
swimsuit when you come out of the water! No more! Trade it in for the
feeling of wind on your back and the sun on your body! Cool!
4. Self-esteem! You'll feel great
about yourself! Nudity helps you become more open and accept yourself
for whom you are, not whether you measure up to the supermodels you
see in ads. Welcome to a place that does not measure value as a human
being by body size! It makes you a stronger, more confident person.
5. Be yourself! You can express your
individuality! Everyone accepts you as you are, whether you have a
disability, are overweight, dyed your hair purple, or have a great
tattoo that your friends hate. People are attracted by your
personality! Everybody's different, and that is respected!
6. So much to do! Volleyball,
swimming, basketball, suntanning, golf, tennis, and all sorts of other
activities. There is just about anything you'd do at any campground or
beach. Only more.
7. You are in full control. You
decide when you arrive and leave. You decide what to do when you are
there! Just like if you went to the beach. But better! If it's your
first visit, you decide when or even if you want to disrobe! It's
normal to feel apprehensive on your first visit, but since you're in
control, you have nothing to lose by checking it out!
8. You can be you! It's so refreshing
to be someplace where nudity is not sex, unlike ads, movies or TV. You
don't have to look like an actor or actress from Baywatch! Nobody's
staring to see if you have a great body or if you're overweight or too
thin! Nobody is checking you out at all! It doesn't matter if your
belly button is an inny or an outy! It's OK!
9. No sex! Everyone in a nudist park
is having an orgy? NOT! That is Myth # 1! (People who think nudity is
about sex find it a lot more convenient to go to strip bars. Besides,
the naturist resort owners don't let those people in anyways.) Lewd
behavior is NOT allowed. Ever!
10. Safety. You're in a no-jerks
zone! People treat you the way you want to be treated. Problems are
taken care of right away, especially for women, so they don't feel
vulnerable. You won't run into problems like at public beaches where
people stare at bathing suits, giving their imaginations free reign.
11. Popularity and confidentiality!
You'll be part of the group! Already, thousands of Canadians are
nudists. But nudism is totally confidential, so nobody knows. Naturist
parks are in discreet, strictly private areas, well back from roads.
Those who go accept newcomers' anonymity. All naturists respect
confidentiality. The only people who know you enjoy nudism are those
you tell. And if you meet someone at a resort you know, don't worry
about it. They're there for the same reasons as you, to have fun.
12. Skinny-dipping! All those
University of British Columbia students can't be wrong! You've heard
about all those great topless and nude beaches elsewhere in the world,
Europe, the Caribbean, Florida. But North America's second-largest
nude beach is Vancouver's Wreck Beach, just at the base of a cliff on
the edge of the University of British Columbia. On a hot summer day
you'll find 12,000 nude people (UBC students wouldn't cut class, would
they?)! There are smaller nude beaches in every province in Canada.
Write us for more information.
13. It doesn't cost a lot! You don't
put out the big bucks for a fun time.
14. NO TAN LINES! BONUS!
15. If people were meant to go naked,
they would have been born that way!!!
Short Reading About Nudist Culture
By the time of my next nudist experience I was married. We decided to try one of the nudist camp sites in France. After much scouring of the travel pages in H&E and British Naturism, we decided upon Arnaoutchot on the Atlantic coast located between Bordeaux and Birritz. That whole length of coast line is wild beach, sand dunes and pine forest. Arna is carved out of the forest just behind the beach and sand dunes. It has shops, restaurants, swimming pools, all nude. The camping area is large and split into smaller areas with most of the pitches being separated from each other by undergrowth and bushes. There is no shortage of wild life, in particular red squirels, woodpeckers, etc. The site is excellent, and the beach is magnificent. It is just mile after mile of wide wild fairly empty sandy beach together with the impressive Atlantic waves.
The only problem with Arna is that the weather can be adversly influenced by the Atlantic and the nearby Pyrenees, so it gets more than its fair share of cloudy and wet days. I just love being naked, preferably out doors. It does not have to be on a beach. As I mentioned above, one of my other great loves is walking (preferably nude). So when the weather was unsettled at Arna we would head for the deserted footpaths of the Pyrenees which are just over an hours’ drive away.
Having been most impressed with the Pyrenees, the following year we decided to try the eastern end, with the hope of getting even better weather. Again after much leafing through the holiday advertisements in old editions of H&E we headed for La Clapere. It is located in the foothills of the western Pyrenees very close to the Spanish border. It has a charming camp site, with a swimming pool, shop restaurant. It has a mountain stream running through the centre of the site, but the water was far too cold for me.
The nearest largish mountain is the Canigou. We were there in mid June, just after a cold snap. When we arrived, the top third of the Canigou was covered in snow! By the time we had the tent up the sun was shining and it was wall-to-wall sun for the rest of our holiday. The thought of walking nude in the snow was a tantalising prospect, but we never quite made it. Our favourite beach at the mouth of the River Tech was about a 30 min drive away. You can just see the snow on the Canigou if you use your imagination. The walks in the hills around La Clapere are magnificent. Some of the paths follow the French / Spanish border. One day we were engulfed by clouds of migrating butterflies wafting along with the southerly breeze. Can you spot the butterfly?
The restaurant at the camp site was superb. Once a week there was a Paella evening. You can imagine the format, wine, food, more wine, more food, dancing, etc. Not being one to wear clothes at a nudist campsite, I was of course, nude, but as the tempreature was slightly cool, I was the only naked one in the group of 20 or so, most of whom were Dutch. I am not an enthusiastic dancer at the best of times, but my wife dragged me onto the dance floor. Nude dancing, with all your bits bouncing up and down is great fun. I liked it, so did my bouncy bits! One dance led to another, and another. Then came the slow dance. We embarrassed each other, quite respectably, and smooched. The wine had got to my bouncy bits. It had stopped bouncing and was starting to move upwards. It does not take much to get it excited at the best of times, and this was no exception. I just about managed to gain some semblance of control by the end of the dance, and managed to coyly get back to my seat pretending nothing had happened. My re-control of the situation was not total and there were a few knowing smiles from some of the Dutch girls.
A couple of glasses of wine later and things were totally under control again when I got dragged to the dance floor again. I was bouncing well, then came the slow dance. It started to grow again, but what the heck I thought, don’t fight it. The dance had only just started, they always played at least two slow pieces together, so I gave wicked willie his head, and did not worry about it (as if I would). One of the Dutch girls then decided to turn the dance into an ‘excuse me’. My wife was whisked away from me and I was given an unsuspecting girl who had just been broken up in a similar fashion. Protesting was pointless. What can you do or say when there you are dancing naked with a complete stranger with a stiff penis. Well I continued dancing. I smiled, so did she, I apologised, but I don’t think that she understood English. It is surprising just how fast a penis can deflate under such circumstances. The dance soon ended, I smiled again, said thank you, and returned to my seat. I never could work out whether the ‘excuse me’ was just coincidence, or whether I was set up! At the end of the day, it was a good laugh, no harm was done and I suspect that I was the most (although not very) embarrassed person on the dance floor.
Closer to home, my wife and I recently went to one of Eureka's regular Saturday night parties. It was actually to celebrate my 50th birthday. I had though long and hard about what to to on such a occaision. The idea of spending the evening in my birthday suit at a dance rather appealed, so off we went. We had never been to one before and had no idea what to expect. It turned out to be a Valentines Day party, and the place was heaving, absolutely packed. I've never seen so many naked bodies in such a relatively small space.
The music seemed to be 15 mins bop, 15 mins reggay and 15 mins slow dance. It was the 15 mins slow dance that appealed to me most. Although we have been married 12 years and spend lots of time naked together, we have never danced naked before, especially in a smooch.
My wicked willie got carried away, but thats no great surprise, but sandwiched between our naked bodies, I thought that few people would notice. Also, what was no surprise, was that my penis was not the only one enjoying the situation. Without too close an inspection, there were penises in all states of stiffness all over the dance floor. The end of the dance was quite amusing as the owners of these stiff penises had to allow an extra six inches or so in front of them when returning to their seats. But as it was Eureka, everybody just smiled and carried on as before.
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