It has been a few years, but my first nudist experience was at a clothing optional beach in the Portland, Oregon area. I still recall the guy lying in front of the "From this point on clothing is optional" sign, spread-eagled on his back, eyes closed as if napping. Every thing about him, body language, etc. said, "Aren't I neat; please notice my genitalia." It was different anyway.
But, moving on, folks were playing nude volleyball, swimming naked, tossing a ball forth and back, sunbathing in the nude.
So I laid out my beach towel and small cooler and quietly disrobed. Nobody noticed. Except me. What a rush! And when I stood up and walked around, it seemed as if I left behind all sort of walls, defenses, and barriers that cleverly concealed who I really was? It's quite freeing to be left standing with only your personality -so to speak- between you and the people you are with.
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