and race, play water polo, and appreciate "free play" in the warm water.
It was the same story throughout the rest of public schools through the
12th grade, in an intermediate swimming course and senior lifesaving class I got
at the University of Michigan, and during free swims in the men's pools at
During an intramural swim meet, attended exclusively by males,
in which I participated with my undergraduate college dormitory, some of the
Guys, including me, swam the races naked. In the pool at the Michigan Men's Union,
swimming was commonly naked. The same was accurate at YMCA pools of the span. At
many pools men were required to swim nude; at others swimsuits were discretionary.
All of that changed when physical education became coeducational and fit
facilities at YMCAs and YWCAs, on faculty and university campuses, and in public
schools were opened to both men and women. With coeducation naked recreation
ended. Today one newspaper reports that lads, who in my generation were needed
to take group showers after every gym class, now rarely shower together. Even
https://s3.amazonaws.com/2024naturist/bbw-nudist.html wear their uniforms house after a game rather than
undress and shower in front of teammates. Another newspaper reports that lads'
Contribution on swim teams has dropped because of their objection to wearing
Men's swimsuits have become large baggy pants that hang
dripping and heavy about the body like some punishment exacted for an unnamed
crime.
I liked it.
I liked the feeling of the water on my body, the feeling of liberty floating
I have always resented swimsuits, uncomfortable, wet,
Cool, difficult.
When we moved to Oakland 30 years past, our family enjoyed Stinson Beach in Marin
We enjoyed to trek along the surf from the north end
to the south. At the south end are loads of enormous stone blocking the path, but
it was possible to clamber in, near, and over the stone and onto a rock-strewn
smaller plage only to the south. And at low tide one could walk even further to
the south, around a rocky cliff jutting out into the ocean. One day during a
Especially low tide I followed that route around the cliff and found myself at
the end of a small cove with its own sandy plage nestled against the rocks. It
was filled with nude sunbathers. I 'd found "Red Rock," one of
California's celebrated "free" or "clothes optional" beaches. Women and men of all
friends--and a few youngsters, were sunning themselves, playing frisbee, joining
They were jammed much closer in
this small cove than the sunbathers at Stinson Beach, but they seemed more like
a community of people appreciating one another's company than the isolated families
or friendship groups set apart on their distant towels at Stinson.
I felt out of place there in my suit, so I thought, "Well, here goes nothing,"
some time naked in the sun, surf, and sand before re-suiting and rejoining my
family up on what I learned afterwards to call the "textile" beach. I initially felt
Delight, but neither arousal nor embarrassment or shame, and, as I got used
to being in the open nude among heaps of other nude beach folk, I felt happy,
Agreeable, peaceful. https://s3.amazonaws.com/2024naturist/group-sex-on-the-beach.html appreciated the feel of the sun, atmosphere, and surf unimpeded
against my body.
With that experience I decided I wanted to learn more about these people and
this experience. I began to return to Red Rock Beach and soon after learned--it
must have been in the yearly nude beach edition of The San Francisco
Guard--where other such clothing-optional beaches were located and visited
them too. I joined The Naturist Society and, for a time, belonged to the
Recreation and read their journals. I found and subscribed to Naturist Life
International, published by a demanding and somewhat conservative Catholic
layperson, who has established a residence in rural Vermont, where he and his wife
raise (and homeschool) their five children almost entirely without clothing. There
are two naturist resorts in the immediate San Francisco bay area, Lupin Naturist
Club, off of highway 17 between San Jose and Santa Cruz, and Sequoians Clothes
Free Club, at the end of Cull Canyon Road just north of Castro Valley, and I
have seen both.
What I've found is a
congenial, wholesome, hospitable, completely "ordinary"
group of people who are like all other people except that they've
grown to be comfy, to boom, and to prefer dispensing with clothing when
the setting allows it--in their houses, on clothing optional beaches and remote
and race, play water polo, and appreciate "free play" in the warm water.
It was the same story throughout the rest of public schools through the
at the University of Michigan, and during free swims in the men's pools at
During an intramural swim meet, attended exclusively by males,
in which I participated with my undergraduate college dormitory, some of the
Guys, including me, swam the races naked. In the pool at the Michigan Men's Union,
swimming was commonly naked. The same was accurate at YMCA pools of the span. At
many pools men were required to swim nude; at others swimsuits were discretionary.
All of that changed when physical education became coeducational and fit
facilities at YMCAs and YWCAs, on faculty and university campuses, and in public
schools were opened to both men and women. With coeducation naked recreation
ended. Today one newspaper reports that lads, who in my generation were needed
to take group showers after every gym class, now rarely shower together. Even
https://s3.amazonaws.com/2024naturist/bbw-nudist.html wear their uniforms house after a game rather than
undress and shower in front of teammates. Another newspaper reports that lads'
Contribution on swim teams has dropped because of their objection to wearing
Men's swimsuits have become large baggy pants that hang
dripping and heavy about the body like some punishment exacted for an unnamed
crime.
I liked it.
I liked the feeling of the water on my body, the feeling of liberty floating
I have always resented swimsuits, uncomfortable, wet,
Cool, difficult.
When we moved to Oakland 30 years past, our family enjoyed Stinson Beach in Marin
We enjoyed to trek along the surf from the north end
to the south. At the south end are loads of enormous stone blocking the path, but
it was possible to clamber in, near, and over the stone and onto a rock-strewn
smaller plage only to the south. And at low tide one could walk even further to
the south, around a rocky cliff jutting out into the ocean. One day during a
Especially low tide I followed that route around the cliff and found myself at
the end of a small cove with its own sandy plage nestled against the rocks. It
was filled with nude sunbathers. I 'd found "Red Rock," one of
California's celebrated "free" or "clothes optional" beaches. Women and men of all
friends--and a few youngsters, were sunning themselves, playing frisbee, joining
They were jammed much closer in
this small cove than the sunbathers at Stinson Beach, but they seemed more like
a community of people appreciating one another's company than the isolated families
or friendship groups set apart on their distant towels at Stinson.
I felt out of place there in my suit, so I thought, "Well, here goes nothing,"
some time naked in the sun, surf, and sand before re-suiting and rejoining my
family up on what I learned afterwards to call the "textile" beach. I initially felt
Delight, but neither arousal nor embarrassment or shame, and, as I got used
to being in the open nude among heaps of other nude beach folk, I felt happy,
Agreeable, peaceful. https://s3.amazonaws.com/2024naturist/group-sex-on-the-beach.html appreciated the feel of the sun, atmosphere, and surf unimpeded
against my body.
With that experience I decided I wanted to learn more about these people and
this experience. I began to return to Red Rock Beach and soon after learned--it
must have been in the yearly nude beach edition of The San Francisco
Guard--where other such clothing-optional beaches were located and visited
them too. I joined The Naturist Society and, for a time, belonged to the
Recreation and read their journals. I found and subscribed to Naturist Life
International, published by a demanding and somewhat conservative Catholic
layperson, who has established a residence in rural Vermont, where he and his wife
raise (and homeschool) their five children almost entirely without clothing. There
are two naturist resorts in the immediate San Francisco bay area, Lupin Naturist
Club, off of highway 17 between San Jose and Santa Cruz, and Sequoians Clothes
Free Club, at the end of Cull Canyon Road just north of Castro Valley, and I
have seen both.
What I've found is a
congenial, wholesome, hospitable, completely "ordinary"
group of people who are like all other people except that they've
grown to be comfy, to boom, and to prefer dispensing with clothing when
the setting allows it--in their houses, on clothing optional beaches and remote
