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    Guest Blog By: Diane Kawasaki

    I was naked in public for the very first time ever!

    I Was Nude In Public – I’ll confess it, I like to dress up like a skanky whorebag for Halloween. I adore taking stupid photos with complete strangers in West Hollywoodit’s like a tradition. Yet, Halloween 2011 was distinct. Instead of dolling up in the trashiest ensemble I could find, I ditched clothing completely, spent Halloween weekend at a naturist resort and had my first nudist experience. That’s right, I was Naked In Public. No Clothes!

    I have ever been happy as a textile. Actually, I’ve spent a small fortune indulging this lifestyle and never had any complaints. I am not sure what brings most people to the nudist resort, but I finally made your decision to bare it all because I was so of frightened of nudity. Secondly, I enjoyed the thought of being in a setting where it was socially acceptable to not wear pants. I hate wearing trousers. Slacks: the ultimate reminder that I’ve a big butt. Thanks slacks, you bastard!

    Diane Kawasaki

    Among my best buddies is a nudist. Throughout our friendship, he’s shared bits and pieces of life as a nudist. I gave my buddy lots of props for being so secure in his skin to hang out naked in front of complete strangers. I thought it was wonderful and said my standard line, that is cool, we should try that someday (I didn’t mean it AT ALL).

    While the thought of overwhelming those insecurities was really awesome, I ‘d never really intended to seriously take action. That would include me being naked in front of strangers AND my friendmy MALE pal (i.e. I’d need to see his you know ahhh!).

    A few days before Halloween weekend, my friend invited me to a costume party at Olive Della wonderful naturist resort in Colten, CA. I received his text right before bed and felt especially daring at the time. For some reason, when I’m bundled in my blankets about to fall asleep, I feel invincible and strangely positive.

    follow ing morning I woke up in terror. I looked through my texts and immediately regretted my decision. I hopped out of bed, jumped in the shower and thought of every possible reason to back out on the nudist resort weekend. At the time, my friend Nicole had caught a cold. I was so worked up over my fears and even thought about by choice getting her cold.

    From experience, the things I feared most generally turn out to be extremely amazing, life-changing moments. I understood that my friend was actually stoked to have his first cloth friend to cross over into naturism and I did not want to let him down. I made the choice it was going to be amazing and that was it.

    I told Nicole that I was planning to go to a nudist resort. She jokingly asked, Is that like an orgy? Are you going to hammer strangers?

    Angry Kawasaki

    Well, I don’t actually understand what is going to occur. We are going to see.

    I actually didn’t understand what to expect. What was it going to be like? Would everyone have perfect, statuesque bodies? Will people stare at me more than usual?

    I have been neurotic and it did not surprise me that I ‘d all sorts of irrational fears outside as the weekend drew near. The greatest of all anxieties was the possibility of someone taking a pic of me without my permission. What if there are perverts lurking around? suppose that they shoot photos of me and I end up on some douchebag’s wall under the caption: Little Person Gone Wild?

    The truth is that I’m really uneasy with my body. While I appreciate (& prefer) being nude around my flat, I never felt comfortable with others seeing me naked. Moreover, I was also concerned with my own reaction to the nudity. Would I be my normal uncomfortable self and look unnecessarily disgruntled throughout the weekend? Likely.

    As soon as I got out of the car, I struck the first nude stranger. I couldn’t help but stare at his dick. I just could not look away. It is not that I Have never seen one before, but I Have definitely never seen one attached into a body I wasn’t dating. It was definitely distinct. It was right there at eye level.

    Everyone else was totally cool and they were just kicking back nude on a lovely sunny day. My awkwardness also caused a neck ache from trying so hard to keep eye contact AT ALL TIMES.

    My friend was so sweet and never pressured me to get nude. He told me that everyone was very cool and wouldn’t make a big deal if I chose not to get naked. I figured it was pointless to be part of this encounter rather than really confront my fear. I observed as all types of peopleall shapes and sizeswalked around securely in their own bodies. It was beautiful and I felt envious of the nude liberty they carried so boldly.

    I went to the bathroom and took off all my clothing. I sat on the loo inside of the booth and clenched my folded sundress and knickers as I prepared to walk out. I must’ve sat there for a quarter-hour before I really got the nerve to walk from the booth. A woman came inside the toilet and I quickly ran back into the stall.

    Several minutes afterwards, I wrapped my towel tightly around me and walked out of the bathroom. My towel kept slipping off, like it was an indication the towel was merely holding me back. I eventually pulled off my towel and stood there naked. I expected a reaction from other folks and prepared myself. Nevertheless, I didn’t get much of a reaction at all. Everyone merely treated me as an individual. No one stared at my huge butt or even glanced at the long scar on my back from my spinal surgery. It was nice. No one cared about my physicality. They all just needed to have a nice weekend and enjoy the hot tub.

    Prior to seeing the nudist resort, my friend prepared me that most people have the misconception that nudism is a very sexually explicit lifestyle. The truth of the matter is that naturists are very respectful of the human body. Since being is part of their lifestyle, it really isn’t something to be fawned over when someone gets nude. There is absolutely no shame in being naked. Once shame is removed, fear and lust dissolve.

    As I studied the resort, everyone was having a terrific time. Trust me, if anyone was going to see out a boner, it was going to be me. Everyone was so respectful and there was even a signal signifying that individuals were not permitted to take photos without permission. All my fears dissipated and I shortly recognized that I was just creating problems that did not exist.

    Later that night, I saw a extremely appealing man with an incredibly amazing penis. It was just perfect. It was simply astonishing. I could not help but stare at it and soon realized I ‘d discovered that pervert I ‘d been frightened of: ME! I suddenly changed my focus and restarted eye contact. If you dread perverts, but don’t manage to locate one, chances are you’re the pervert.

    I am so grateful to my friend for sharing this part of his life with me. I’m glad I went to Olive Dell and got to meet some incredible people. I also got to know myself quite a bit. While I won’t be dumping the cloths on a regular basis, I feel this experience will forever make a lasting impression on the significance of living in the instant and embracing fear as part of increase.

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    Tags: california, clubs and resorts, first time naturist

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