FRESH-DISM or Fresh to Nudism: A Girl Friend Recounts Her Encounter with Nudism

Awesome to Nudism? or “Fresh-Dism”?
Launch by Felicity: As I said before, I went about encouraging my friends to try naturism this previous summer by seeing me. Well I asked one if she could write me a story about visiting a naturist club and encountering nudism for the very first time, and she did! Having grown up as a naturist, I really wanted to understand what it was like for a awesome individual to step into the fkk community who grew up in a completely non-naturist household / family.
It appears I did not give a good enough opening to this at first, so let me clarify. My female friend from college seen me at a nudist club for the very first time, and I asked her to compose a story about what it was like.
We picked a good weekend for her to see, so her and her (female) friend came as my guests, and I did my best to introduce them to nudism/the team. The weather was not excellent, so we hung out in a group, but had to dress as the cold came on, so it was not ideal.
I was nude for a brief time and let my guests get used to things. As my friend describes it, she got nakedand walked around on her own to see what it was about! And these are her general opinions and experience of it.
NEW-DISM as in New to Nudism at Rock Lodge
Below is Her New To Nudism or “AWESOME-DISM” Story:
Disclaimer: Please be advised that nudist camps AREN’T the place to go for anyone seeking a loony swinger outdoor nude orgy and/or men walking around with boners. I repeat, fkk camps aren’t the place to go for a crazy romp or the viewing of boners, sorry to disappoint.
My interest about fkk camps comes back almost two years ago. I uncovered via some incriminating facebook images that my roommate/friend was in a sense, leading a double life. She had been raised in a nudist camp and during summer and springtime breaksfrom faculty that’s where she returned, unbeknownst to us.
Needless to say, my buddies and I were past shocked at this discovery, and proceeded to bombard her with a broad collection of questions, including “What do you do when it gets chilly?” and “Do people have sex throughout the place?” (True, some questions were more plausible than others). Our aims weren’t to be improper.

The fact was, we literally had no idea what this type of lifestyle entailed (minus my half hour long instruction on nudism from MTV’s True Life: My Parents Are Nudists. The documentary exemplified the story of a teenager forced to grow up in a fkk camp as a depressing, uncomfortable predicament he could barely escape, and I was left thinking, “At least I am not him.”)
Upon my college graduation, I embarked on the path of semi-self-discovery and adventure, as do when they do not understand what the next life measure is. I was antsy to go anywhere and everywhere, and hopefully along the way learn more about myself and others. I boldly decided I ‘d set all dreads aside, and see my friend at a fkk club called Rock Lodge.
I embarked on my journey on a beautiful summer day with a friend from home. We debated and predicted what the camp would be like, having little, to no notion what to expect. I need to confess I was nervous, and took pointless detours to prolong our entrance (yesI did try to find a specific Real Housewife of New Jersey). As we entered the gates of the nudist camp, a wave of panic came over me as a man greeted us (naked, of course).
As much as I had prepared myself, the first nude screening caught me off guard. I fought not to let my discomfort get the best of me. I quickly regained my composure and put my game face onI had come this far, I was ready. As we wandered through the camp I met a variety of folks, all different ages, and equally as famous, all different shapes and sizes.
I could not help but admire the confidence everyone appeared to possess, no matter their physical shape, and I slightly envied them. They seemed to feel infinitely more confident than most individuals who walk around fully clothed.
I thought to myself, “How can individuals whose are so blatantly visible for everyone to see possess such assurance?” As I learned more about the lifestyle and the philosophies behind nudism, I started to comprehend why.
Initially, I did not feel comfortable taking my clothes off and getting naked, but I started to feel comfortable around nude people. After beach girl and conversations, it became somewhat normal. After the first few hours, I no longer thought about the fact that people were nude and I comprehended how easily people could adapt to this lifestyle, if they were open to it. Additionally , I found how accepting folks were.
My buddy and I arrived fully clothed, and (despite our best efforts) definitely a little bit uncomfortable. Yet we were embraced with open arms and no one seemed distrustful of our motivations for seeing. I valued the initial approval, since so often there is pressure to prove yourself in some way amongst a group of fresh individuals, in order to be accepted. We skipped that step at the camp, and that was something I greatly valued.
I did end up taking off my clothes really briefly later in the day as I went for a walk in the woods (I didn’t let anyone see me though, I was not THAT brave). It was truly among the oddest and simultaneously liberating feelings I Have experienced in quite a long time.
I walked on a trail surrounding a medium-sized lake. The sun was beaming through in patches but the trail was, for the most part, covered. I made my way apprehensively onto the beach and stood alone, in the middle of the sand, looking out on the lake. I knew people on the other side of the lake could see me naked from a distance, but I no longer cared.
At that moment standing on the seashore, I realized how far I ‘d surpassed my comfort zone, and how much I enjoyed it. I re-clothed and continued to spend the remainder of the day and night at the camp. Some members put on clothes when the weather started to be uncooperative. Throughout my time there I got knowledge from the perspectives of both long time nudists and brand new ones.
It seemed that members initially picked this lifestyle for many different reasons, but continued to live it for quite similar reasons including the instilled sense of self-confidence from a young age, the deficiency of superficial significance, and superior connection with nature.
I left the naturist club feeling somewhat changed and, I know it seems lame, a little bit wiser and more confident. I definitely recommend that everyone experience this lifestyle (or societal nudity) at least once, even for a brief amount of time, in their own manner. I expect to return to Rock Lodge again one day, and maybe next time, I Will even be slightly braver
This Fresh to Nudism or – FRESH-DISM Story was published by – Young Naturists & Nudists America FKK
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