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Is it the naked beach encounter I have always fantasized about? Not necessarily. When you hear others talk about their naturist experiences, or when you read trip reports and see pictures of naturist vacations in magazines or on the web, you get a specific impression in mind, an image of a place where everyone's naked, everywhere, all the time: swimming, relaxing, playing, dancing, as well as dining - all in the buff. Of course, I didn't expect that much from this holiday, and maybe next time, somewhere such as Cap D'Agde would make a more acceptable destination. This holiday was far from an ideal vision I had in mind. But it's undoubtedly a step in the right direction. I have come a ways from skinny dips stolen at nighttime. And one thing for sure, it's good to know that I 've the local option. Bare Playa Blogs and Posts About By Young Naturists & Young Naturists America Tags: egypt, naked beach Category: Nude Beach, Nudism and Naturism, Societal Nudity Sites Part 5 of My Naturist Blog Series: Out of the Naturist Cabinet and Into Naked Paradise Finding Naked or Naturist Paradise For my preceding naturist blog stories, view Part 1 Least Likely To Become Naturist; Part 2 Boobs Boobs Everywhere; Component 3 Home Nudist Held Prisoner and Part 4 Hunting for the Naturist-Fowl. Long before dreaming of nude beaches, when my days were spent as a naked prisoner at home, I picked up the phone book and flipped to my favorite word in the English language. Well, my second favorite word, the first being naked. But since nude can mean just about anything, I searched under "naturist" and came up with Paradise Lakes Resort in Land O' Lakes, Florida. I was around twelve at the time and the lady on the line must have thought me a crank caller. "Can you go naked there?" I asked her. "Really? Like . . . wherever you desire? Actually? The entire time? Awesome!" OK, maybe I didn't say wonderful, but that was how I felt. Only problem? I needed to be http://arkiv.opensource.dk/samarbejde/index.php?title=Is-The-Body-Image-Remedy-Social-Nudity-r . But despite not being able to go, only knowing a place existed where individuals were free to go nude made me happy. But telling a twelve year old to wait six years is like telling an adult to wait 600. Finding Naked or Naturist Paradise Flash forward a decade, I 'm twenty two and just concluded Saint Petersburg Junior College, and my family life has dramatically transformed. My dad, who had been a workaholic since 1952, finally assembled his dream house. This, obviously, had to resemble the Parthenon, with two story columns and an immense front door we could never open and an exclusive backyard that looked like the Garden of Eden. Unfortunately, my parents were old and tired and spent considerably additional time at home. Other than sitting on my naked bottom facing my Amiga, the solitude I once appreciated was no more. All I had to look forward to were summer trips to the isles. naturist story - Finding Nude or Naturist Paradise If you'll have seen my University of South Florida I.D. card, you'd have thought I was trying to pass myself off as [add dark skinned stereotype here]. Commonly, I'm more Germanic looking than Greek, but I'd spent about a month on the isle of Mykonos risking skin cancer. Free body tourism in Greece, however, was on the decrease. Boobs became a rare sight and they even posted a "No Nudism" sign in Eos. All the while, I hated the continuous secrecy, which became more of a burden than ties, church shoes or wet bathing suits. Returning stateside after so much sun where the "sun don't shine" was depressing. One night, while counting the months till summer, it occurred to me to type, "nudist resort, Florida" into my America Online web browser. Lo and behold, the resort I Had called ten years before popped up. Why I'd never thought to do this before is beyond me. I checked the address, assuming it must be located in some distant part of the Everglades, but God, it appears, really desired me to stay a naturist. I commuted an hour to http://embreveaqui.indisciplinar.com/index.php?title=-Clothes-focuses-focus-on-sexuality-not-away-from-it-and-in-fact-frequently-improves-immature-types-of-b , and the route was convoluted. What I hadn't realized was that I was driving by the largest naturist resort in the state, for months, every darn day. A five mile detour and I was in Paradise Lakes Clothing Optional Resort. The thought of joining a resort was a lot like taking that first shower without locking the door. For nearly a decade I considered myself a naturist, but never talked to anyone who could say the same. Individuals on the seashores spoke Swedish and German and were typically being intimate with their partners. I worried that in discovering other nudists, I might discover they were nothing like I pictured, all hippies or rednecks, or sex-crazed weirdoes. Driving around the checkpoint, like those used in gated communities, a middle aged woman checked me over like I was a spy. Without mentioning nudism, she inquired, "Have you been here before?" "No." "Do you know what this place is?" "Yes, obviously." "O.K. Drive on through. But you will need to take the day tour!"