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My Initial Nude House Party! (This was submitted by one of our readers who'd rather not mention his name which we naturally admiration) My Naked Party Storyline: I was extremely lucky in that my first naturist or social encounter with nudity was at a bare party hosted by close friends. I will call them Sunday and Lila. We met years ago, during our collegedays. Back then, we were all dirt poor grad students waiting tables at a popular campus restaurant. Sunday was a musical theater geek who played piano and guitar. I sang a little. So did Lila. During open mic Saturdays at the restaurant, Lila and I regaled diners with classic Broadway duets. Sometimes we received http://dsafleaks.org/index.php?title=details-about-military-training-in-Sparta-or-in-v , but mostly we only woke up the dead. During time spent together outside of work, we three discovered quite a few things in common. We all have left leaning politics, custom pipe tobacco recipes, all things steam punk, the slow food movement, regional Indian cuisine, vague groups along with microbreweries and niche unique craft beer. Lila went for flavored stouts. Sunday and I were directly up IPA (Indian Pale Ale) monks. When my lease ended in my own second year of grad school, Sunday and Lila mentioned they had a large bedroom for rent in their own house. The rent was dirt cheap and we imagined we'd all get along fantastically. Sunday and Lila were by this time engaged. I moved in and our roommate bliss commenced. Three weeks after I moved in, Sunday and Lila sat me down. They explained they'd, for several years, hosted a monthly party at their house. We're sort of, like, members of a special club, Lila clarified. Sunday gave me permission to refuse attendance without anxiety about scorn upon full disclosure of the club's, shall we say, raison d'etre. They told me. In plain English - they host bare house parties! I was mesmerized, intrigued, but petrified. I have seen some contris of other guys and merely wished to attempt. This were taken by my wife. We are new at any of this because were we live in Central America this games aren't so very welcome. I understand pics aren't the greatest, but I needed to see what all this is around. Greetings to all women in nudist. And aspire to get nice comments from women and couples just He visto controbuciones de otros hombres y queria aportar una. Estas fueron tomadas por mi esposa. Somos nuevos en todo esto ya que en donde vivo en Centro America, estos juegos no son muy aceptados. Se que las fotos no son de calidad pero queria saber de que se trata todo esto. Saludos a todas las damas de naturist. Espero tener buenos comentarios de mujeres y parejas My ambivalence about the unclothed house party idea took hold of me at the same time. Lila gently probed, motivating me to talk freely. Sunday reaffirmed my right to decline attendance at their next nude house party without worry of offending my hosts. First Naked Party I am totally stoked by the absolute thought of attending my first naked party, I confessed. I 'd never been much of an exhibitionist, but I'd enjoyed my fair share of nonsexual societal naturism dreams. I'd wondered about naturist colonies, naked beaches, unclothed parties, etc. I had also worried about looking dumb. Like any typical guy, I had my fair share of neuroses and body image issues. Sunday and Lila were both runners, and in amazing shape. I was quite the opposite. You'd be amazed at all the shapes and sizes who attend our naked parties. It's not even about that. It is about independence and communion with other like minded individuals. No one will judge you, or mistreat you based upon 'looksist' bullshit. Certainly not in http://wiki.zwielichthain.de/index.php?title=Cindy-Gregorys-Letter-To-The-Board-Of-AANR--The-American-Association-For-Nude-Recreation-h ! Again, your existence is not obligatory, but we'd love to discuss this unclothed house party experience with you. So I was sold! In the days leading up to my first naked party, I thought I might vomit nails at any moment. I was beyond nervous. My inner critic rose up to its fullest glory. I examined myself in my full length bedroom mirror obsessively. I wondered about my slight beer belly, my stretch marks, my hairy butt, my sagging pecs, my ridiculously little pride and delight, doomed to stay unspeakably shriveled in the presence of guests. Would others be as grossed out about my body as I occasionally was? What the hell was I doing anyway? What if as the evening progressed the naked party turned, well, jubilant? I was so not prepared for that level of unclothed enjoyment. I 'd an impulsive thought: get dressed and just leave, come back hours later, and feign disinterest. Before I could make good on my b.s. getaway, Lila rapped on my bedroom door. I reached for a towel, but then thought, What Is the point? If I'm remaining, may as well get it over with. I ditched the towel and opened the bedroom door. Leah was upon the threshold. So was Sunday. They were "Au Naturale", totally nude and relaxed as you please. They ushered me into the living-room, asking how I felt, telling me to relax, and assuring me I could withdraw into my room whenever I wished. I heard a car pull into the drive. I believed I 'd die. Guests arrived. They chatted with their hosts, shook my hand, congratulated me on my first visit to the nudie club. They each excused themselves and went off to get naked in the master bedroom. By degrees I calmed down. Mostly because I soon realized there was certainly nothing to worry. My best reservations began and ended inside my head, and weren't based upon any bona fide threats posed by the scenario, or particular individuals. Lila circulated, serving hors d'oeuvres and other finger food. Sunday passed around bottles of home made stout crafted by a pal of his, additionally nude and in attendance. I slipped effortlessly into dialogue about the recent National Book Award winners, as the assembled bunch of nude folks turned out to be fairly literate, contained in part by voracious readers. Someone even went as far as to compliment my shoulders. I blushed. I was disappointed when my first naked party ended. It all went by so quickly, so clearly, so opposite of all I had anticipated and worried. I can't say all my body image problems were promptly abated by my foray into naked parties. But I did experience a level of unprecedented independence that's since galvanized my awareness of personal courage and self confidence. I'm also not nearly as plagued by my inner critic. I attend naked parties often, and appreciate the utter lack of pretense naturism entails. In the most philosophical sense, naturist parties drive you to look at others without prejudice. Their humanity is what is actually on display; the nudity is just coincidental. I say, everyone should attend a minumum of one non sexual nude or clothes discretionary function within their life. Young Naturists And Nudists America FKK Tags: body image, bare and naked parties, social nudity Group: Nude Party and Naked Parties, Social Nudity Blogs About the Author (Author Profile) Guest blogs written just for Nudist Portal.