Two days before NKD – a nudist festival for 18 to 35-year-olds in Dorset – I was warned by organisers British Naturism that clothed journalists hadn’t gone down too well in previous years.
“If you want to come and write about the festival,” they said, “you’ll have to do it naked.”
I wanted to find out what’s attracting young Brits to something we in the UK overwhelmingly associate with German pensioners, so I agreed, despite the fact I still involuntarily shudder whenever I remember the time – two years ago – that I accidentally flashed a hotel receptionist my boobs.
I shouldn’t worry, a friend had said; taking my clothes off in front of a load of strangers would be like “ripping off a plaster”. She was right: it was painful, and it was quick – so quick that I barely had the chance to google whether you’re supposed to put suncream on your vagina before I was unleashed into a field booming with 170 sets of bare genitalia.
To be honest the author sounds a bit like a idiot.
I found the above link in my twitter feed. Here’s a snippet:
It was legal from 1926 to 1962.
Many naysayers are going to be upset at you for opening this can of worms. But if you insist, I will give you a true history lesson.
In 1926, the American Public Health Association created a policy that men should swim nude and women should swim in swimsuits in high schools, and public pools and lakes. The reason is because the swimsuits for males at that time apparently caused health problems and it kept pool filters clean if people swam nude. In the 1930s girls held a protest that it was unfair for girls to have to wear swimsuits while boys swam nude. In 1937 the Administration of Health and Physical Recreation and the American Public Health Association stated that “in a few schools girls may swim nude and this is most sanitary”. Thus began public nudity legalization at public schools, and swimming areas.
curator’s note I challenge viewers of European descent to watch the complete video before jumping to knee jerk defense responses about the vlogger’s point. If there is to be greater acceptance and diversity among naturists there needs to be greater transparency more openness to non Europeans perspectives.
For the past five years, the idea of a sports competition between the various naturist groups in Southern California has been steadily on the rise. This year, however, the day-long multi-club competition on August 8 at Olive Dell Ranch really captured the imagination of the region.
An estimated 75 people participated in the 10 events, representing several different clubs, and everyone – including the onlookers- seemed to have a good time as the “athletes” fought hard in games designed to test strength, endurance, and intelligence.
From the crowd reactions, the favorite games were the paper cup relay, the noodle race around the pool, Frisbee toss for accuracy, and the balloon toss.
For my second Nude walk in the woods i decided to get down to brass tacks. No fanny pack, just me, my clothes, a mp3 player, my car keys and one e-cig. And most of all, no grand expectations.
Its amazing how good walking can feel when you are in a good mood, and the weather is nice enough. I had to wait almost 3 weeks before i could go on another nude walk due to the weather suddenly becoming cold again. Suffice to say i was wondering how long i would have to wait, when the opportunity presented itself just 3 days ago.
This time when i went for a walk it was very different. I knew the trail, i knew where I wanted to go and how far to walk. This walk was a lot more fun and i felt great. The air on my skin felt wonderful and i felt a grand sense of freedom. But alas it was not to last. I completed my nude walk in about 40 minutes and decided to head back to my car and home.
But there is something that this nude walk helped me realize. I need to walk for my true health, nude or not I need to try to walk every day. I know that won’t be easy with work and all, but one of my plans is to get some kind of gym membership. I have diabetes and high blood pressure. So much of my health problems would go away if i just exercised and lost some more weight. So while i may go on a few more nude walks. I think i will focus on getting healthy, not nude in the course of getting some exercise.
So some of you may be wondering why i didn’t write about the first nude walk in the woods that i took earlier. To be honest it was something of a pyrrhic achievement. The problem with first walk was the fact that i had not vetted the trail completely. I was nervous, and i had a negative state of mind due to having a lot going on at the time.
Let me explain the trail in some detail so you can understand what was going on. Basically the trail is set in a patch of woods that used to be a swamp. You can access the trail via a off ramp road from the highway. The trail runs in one big loop with intersecting trails that join on side of the loop to the other or lead to another section on one side. Being within the trail itself the tail seems to be very large and even something of a maze. But if you walk the whole thing just once you realize its relatively small, not even 2 miles of walking in total. On the right of the trail is the highway that you would usually travel. No one can really see you from the highway or road because of elevation and distance. On the left side of the loop is a series of apartments, a hospice, and the back yards of some houses that are part of a old subdivision. On this side also the trees thin out quite well and you could be plainly seen if someone was looking.
I did not realize all this during my first walk so i was fraught with worry and quickly putting back on my clothes as i walked the left side of the trail. To make matters worse i was wearing a fanny pack with just about everything i could carry in it. And i had foolishly worn a pair of soft but very comfortable shoes. The shoes did not give much protection to my toes so whenever i stubbed my foot on a tree root it kind of stung. The whole walk was very clumsy and kind of misery inducing. By the time i made it back to my car i wasn’t sure if i wanted to write about my experience, repeat it, or even think about it.
After thinking about my first walk for a day or two i decided i would go back to the trail a second time. I realized that I had walked the trail with too many expectations, too much equipment, and too much negativity in my mind. I had expected a lot out of myself and the walk as well. I was unprepared and over prepared in some other ways. I decided that my next walk would be different.