in the sun.
But http://voy-zone.com cant. I was raised in the East Midlands in the united kingdom in the 1970s (I was born in 1968), with a totally ordinary youth. I only ever saw my parents nude once or twice, and I dont believe theyve seen me naked since I was about 10.
So, I grew up with all of the ordinary British reservations about showing my body in public. I believe that my first exposure to naturism came on holiday in the south of France with my parents when I was (I believe) about 17 – my last vacation with them before I became a student and then left house. We stayed near Port Grimaud, and one day I made a decision to see what was on the different side of a big stony breakwater. Imagine my surprise when I saw a beach full of nude folks! Id like to say that I went and stripped off and joined them, but I didnt. Remember, this was a time when I didnt even need my parents to see me without a shirt on!
Just keep in mind that Playboy is a top shelf magazine!). It was interesting to find a magazine full of http://purenudism2017.com of what I came to think of as normal people doing normal things not models who seem to be auditioning for a gynaecological textbook. Currently, I also started to spend time around the house nude when everyone else was out, but this was more from the illegal thrill perspective. However, my opinion started to change, and I found that I actually appreciated being nude, and envied people who could go on naturist holidays. I did manage some days sunbathing nude in the back garden in an exceedingly rare time when my parents were on holiday and my brother was still away at college in a different town.
And that was it for several years. On the Saturday we went to their local beach for a walk, and my buddy warned us that there was a nudist section. It absolutely was Studland Bay, somewhere I had heard of in H&E (which I had long stopped purchasing, largely because I had moved in with my girlfriend). So there I was, walking along Studland, encircled by nudists, but I didnt dare do anything.
She was fairly amazed, but agreed on the understanding that she didnt have to. I truly appreciated it, much to her bemusement. I even swam nude in the sea, which was just superb (if a little cool).
Over the next few years, my girlfriend indulged me and we seen Studland once or two times a year and I also stripped off once or twice on a beach in France, but that was pretty much it. For the last 3-4 years yet, we’ve been on holiday in French cottages, and weve always managed to be distant enough for me (and sometimes my girlfriend) to strip off by the pool. During the last couple of years, I’ve been doing a series of photography classes (Im a very keen amateur), and the last one, in 2003, was social documentary. I struggled for quite a while to think of a matter, and from somewhere deep down I came up with the notion of doing something on naturism. I hunted round the web and discovered a club in Marlborough (which is about 50 miles from Bristol where I now dwell) who astonishingly enough were agreeable for me to shoot some photographs and invited me to come along and see them even though I ‘d be on my own as my girlfriend wouldn’t be joining me.
So, I somewhat nervously went to see them so they could meet me and I could see what the photographic chances were.
There were some delays in receiving permission from the sports centre they use, and in the end they said no. By this time, I had been 2 or 3 times and was getting to enjoy it. Thus, even though my project was killed off before I had shot any images, the team asked me if I liked to join, and I did. I now go along once per month or so, and love it. The main problem is that the club meets on Saturday evenings, and I feel guilty about leaving my girlfriend on her own at home when I go.
More lately, I’ve been starting to consider making contact with one of the clubs not too far from Bristol one that has its own land so I could maybe have someplace outdoors to visit frequently.