My first nudist experience was when my parents surprised me with a trip to Sandy Hook beach in New Jersey. It was awkward at first, but open minded as I am, I quickly got over it and embraced the waters.
At first, I went into the water to hide, but realized that I enjoyed the liberating feel of it. At that point, I forgot that I wasn’t wearing anything and just enjoyed the lack of confinement.
I then realized the fallacy of prudes. Living in their clothes all the time, they don’t understand the purity of nudism because they don’t know any different. I felt pity and thought, how sad for one to go their whole life, confined in their clothes, just because they had fear instilled in them as a children. Words can never awaken them, as one must have an open mind to understand that there is more to it then what you see.
As I got out of the water, I realized that it really didn’t make sense to be uncomfortable. There were some old people, but I never looked directly at them. In fact, despite being around so many naked people, I never saw any genitals. The idea of zeroing in on that just seemed petty and immature.
After that day, I have actually been absent from the nudist lifestyle. But somewhere around 4 or 6 years ago, I was visiting a neighbor. They had a toddler who went into the bedroom. Spontaneously and unexpectedly, she came rushing out completely nude, laughing and giggling.
That made me wonder if nudism was actually natural as opposed to being some unique fad. If I remember correctly, her mother scolded her and quickly made her put her clothes on. That’s when it dawned on me. The psychological dependency on clothes and censorship is instilled through fear by parents.
Sometime after that, I started doing research and what I found was a surprise. I’ve learned that nudist communities exist in my country and all over the world. And this is nothing new. This has existed since at least the dawn of recorded history. But the great tragedy is that these people long for their freedom, but are oppressed by an ignorant majority with unrealistic prudish perceptions.
From my experience in embracing nudism for the first time, we never notice the uncomfortable, confining sensation of wearing clothes until we learn to cast aside the fear that was instilled in us as children. Once we do, we feel free at last, as if we've been suffocating all this time.
Since then, I’ve become an activist, striving to promote tolerance for these peoples freedom and encourage other nudist activists to help me educate the public on this injustice.
But what I’ve found was that people are firmly locked in their insecurities, never to challenge what they have been instilled with logic and reason. And another tragedy is that nudists are a submissive group, too afraid to stand up for their rights, hiding like criminals.
There are many nudists, but activists are few and far between. The only nudist that I know of who stands up for this community's rights as bravely as I do are Stephen Gough and The Gypsy Ms. Taub. No, they are even more daring then I. But alone, we are powerless in educating the public against the false impressions the majority holds on nudism. The rest of the community agrees with us, but does not join us out of fear of discrimination.