I have been to a nudist park and taken all my clothes off one time and one time only so far. Yesterday was supposed to be visit number two. On a Saturday there were supposed to be more visitors to meet and get to know… and I mean really get to know. But it didn’t happen because of weather and poor health. It rained. And my blood sugar was a long way from perfect. In many ways it was a relief not to go. I was nervous about being with a crowd of naked people. I was nervous about how to act and where to go, and especially, “What are the most embarrassing mistakes that beginning nudists make?”
Because I figure I will probably make them. And will it be extra embarrassing because I am walking around naked? Probably.
But I do think it is not going to be a mere one-time experience that I will never do again. I think I am committed to going back, not just because I am supposed to be writing for a nudist website, but because it benefits me health-wise, both physically and mentally.
To be specific, I have visited the Bluebonnet nudist park near Alvord, Texas. It is a beautiful campground and clubhouse facility. I borrowed pictures from their website to post on this blog and give them a bit of extra advertising.
Here’s the things that benefited me the most. I got to meet some of the most welcoming and accepting people you ever want to meet. They are polite, interesting to talk to, and just as naked and vulnerable as I am. You can’t get much more socially equal than when you are talking to naked people.
The sunshine was also a very good thing for me. The problem I have with psoriasis in old age is that the plaques and sores that result are never quite dry enough to heal when you are wearing clothes in the Texas heat. But in the nude in the midst of nature, I felt cool and dry and hadn’t even a hint of the old itch that made me want to tear my skin off.
They have a beautiful pool there, which I had all to myself during that first visit. The picture with people in it is from their website. It is one of two pools that they have there for weekly water-volleyball.
I didn’t believe it would be so relaxing and fun the first time I went, but I can safely say the feel of it, the sense of accomplishment of it, the feeling of self-acceptance it gives me, was worth all the risk of embarrassment I faced. It was a stupid thing to do. But I am not the only idiot drawn to it. There are actually thousands of nudists in the United States. There are even more in Canada too. I am actually glad I did it. And though I didn’t make it back there on Saturday as originally planned, I do think I will be doing it again.