Though I’ve considered myself a nudist, or naturist, for about 9 years now (I am 41) I

really began down the path to being a nudist right before I entered my early teens. How I learned of nudism I do not recall. Since I was raised in an extremely traditional family I do remember that my parents view of it was not favorable. So I’m pretty sure doing something that my parents would be against was part of my motivation for me at the time.
During the summer of 1975 my mother got a job. Up until then she was a stay at home mother while my father went to work regular. With my mom working now too it meant that suddenly I had the summer home to myself during the weekday.
I began by being bare within the house while they were gone to work. Normally I would only do things anyone might do but I would do it bare. One time I saw some sun coming in through the front door and decided I needed to get outside naked.
At this time I should describe my neighborhood. It was an old blue collar neighborhood in a major Texas city. My backyard was a little larger than half an acre. When they constructed the area they didn’t comprise an street. At the far back there were two quite old wooden tool sheds (which play a role in the story later), some trees, along with a near jungle of bamboo that blocked views to the dwellings in the rear. On both sides of the back yard were other houses with just a wire fence dividing the yards. This meant our property was open to viewing by neighbors on either side. They’d fences, trees, and constructions that meant none of the neighbors beyond them could be viewed. The front yard was average sized with a driveway and no fencing or privacy for most of it. We lived on a curve at an intersection with .
My first encounters going outside bare were in my backyard when my parents were gone. I would look to see whether the neighbors cars on both sides were gone (being that everyone worked I presumed that meant no one was home) and then strip and go out the back door. I found it exhilarating every time I did this. So I chose to find more ways to be naked outside more frequently. Which meant I needed to locate a method to be naked when my parents were home.
I chose to convert one of the primeval tool sheds into my own personal naturist resort. What I told my parents was that it’d be my club house. Of course since I didn’t have a club I guess that did not matter. It’d have just seemed to them like another one of these silly thoughts I had all the time. One of the tool sheds, which I guess had really been a fairly good sized workshop long time past, was in pretty good condition structurally but it was a calamity inside. Decades of soil and junk had piled up. So I grabbed a broom and paper towels and started cleaning. Once it was clean (to use the word loosely) it was time to make it private. So I got some trash bags, which were solid black, and cut the seams and used them to cover a sizable open part that faced a neighbor’s house. Since the tool shed was in the far back buried in the bamboo I was secluded from and everyone else’s now. Plus, the other shed, which was bigger, gave added protection from the perspective of the neighbors. I actually don’t understand how many hours that summer I spent out there listening to the radio or reading while nude.
But none of this was enough for me. So I made a decision to push the envelope some more.
In the summer of 1976 I started climbing out my bedroom window nude at night while my parents were asleep. My bedroom window was on the side of the home with a brick wall separating it from the neighbors. So being there meant I was outside looking at the front yard while bare. But since it was dark no one could see me from the road. The only risk was if my parents chose to check on me and found I wasn’t in the room. Gradually I began to walk further and further into the yard each night. Being that it was around midnight or later there was not any traffic and no one was outside but me. Nor could they see me from any windows. At least once or twice I jogged down the block to the stop sign and walked back.
But this wasn’t the largest risk I took. Currently I also stopped using the back door to get to my backyard when my parents were gone. Instead I decided to walk out the front door nude, in broad daylight, and across the house to the front gate. But rather than use the gate I would climb over the fence just for the encounter. Anything to improve the sense of being bare. And this was when I began climbing trees in the back yard, which was risky as well.
Now comes the extremely foolish part of the story when it all falls apart. One day, Lord knows why, I chose to take the trash out while bare. Maybe I was nave and thought I could just get away with this since I looked to get away with so much else. Or maybe it was the thrill of the danger of getting caught. Remember there was not an alley so rubbish pick up happened in front of the house next to the street. So here I go wearing only my birthday suit out to the road carrying a bag of garbage. And would not you understand it some neighbor kids (who I didn’t know) went by on their bikes, halted and stared for a second. I turned and walked back in the house frightened I was going get in huge trouble. Nothing appeared to come of this over the following day or two so I figured it was cool. Boy was I wrong.
Later that week I went to a youth event down in Houston. Upon my return as I was dropped off by a buddy I saw my parents sitting on the front porch as they often did when the weather was nice. But when I came up I saw they were not happy. It was then that I learned that the kids had told their parents who had phoned the cops. The authorities had arrived while I was gone to investigate a report of a flasher. Nevertheless , once they spoke to the children that had seen me they were so intimidated that they wouldn’t speak and the policemen agreed not to pursue it.

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Now do not go believing I was out of the woods yet. As I wrote earlier my parents were very conservative and didn’t approve of nudism. They simply could not comprehend why I ‘d do something like this. And they talked about how disappointed they were in me. So this stopped my outdoor nudist teen ventures to say the least.
Off and on through the years afterward I would still sometimes be nude inside while home alone. But even after getting married, my lovely wife and I didn’t go around the house naked. Afterward about 9 years ago I learned of Christian Naturists and found there was no conflict between my faith and naturism. In fact, I learned that they actually go together. By visiting naturist web sites I learned more of naturist doctrine and body recognition. While my wife became a family nudist I taken social naturism as really being a large part of my own life.
Now whenever the temperature allows I am bare at home. I have written numerous articles for the Christian Naturist newsletter Fig Leaf Forum. I maintain two naturist web sites as well as participating here on Cat’s message board and others. And I am a moderator of a local Yahoo Christian Naturist group, which meets together monthly. So now I am participating in social nudist occasions at house parties and naturist resorts. All my close friends are either naturists or know of and have no problem with my naturism.

One Comment

    Percy Hakimi

    Great post. Thanks for sharing.

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