Guest Blog: Growing Up Nudist
Growing Up as a Nudist – A Guest Blog
(This was submitted by one of our readers who rather not mention his name – which we naturally respect)
Growing Up Nudist:
It wasn’t always easy growing up as a nudist. I never chose to be one; my parents were big fans of social nudity, and I just wound up as a natural, dyed in the wool nudist. I say it wasn’t easy, but that’s not to say that I minded it, that it was bad, or that I wound up imbalanced or perverted in some way. It was only hard when my friends’ parents wouldn’t let them come to our house, fearing that their precious, sheltered offspring might see a stray slip of skin.
You see, my parents were out and proud nudists; it wasn’t really a secret. While they were far too sensible to be waving genitalia in the faces of neighborhood kids, that’s exactly what all the puritan crusaders of the HOA expected, or wanted, to happen. They had no idea what being a nudist really means, but I do.
Like I said, my upbringing made me a natural nudist. Small children will cheerfully run around without a stitch of clothes, completely naked, but most parents fix that at an early age. Children are told that to run around nude is bad, gross, dirty and something to be ashamed of. My own parents never raised me with such an outlook, and for that I thank them. They did teach me that clothing is expected for most social engagements, but for our family, clothing was something you wore for other people.
I’m glad I grew up as a nudist – I think it helped make me who I am today. I know it saves me a lot of money on clothes, because I don’t really care about them. I shop for comfort, not for over-hyped fashion trends. Growing up nudist really helps me with women, too; it’s hardly fair to my competition. I’ve been comfortable in my own skin my entire life, so I never get performance anxiety. Being raised as a nudist kid also makes it easy for keep my eyes off of the cleavage, and women love that. Sometimes I think the only reason for low-cut tops is to weed out the guys who can’t control their roving eyes.