History of Tanning
In ancient history, tanning was considered a noxious trade and relegated to the outskirts of town, amongst the poor. The ancients used leather for water skins, bags, harnesses, boats, armor, quivers, scabbards, boots, and sandals. Around 2500 BC, the Sumerians began using leather, affixed by copper studs, on chariot wheels. Tanners would take an animal skin and soak it in water. Then they would pound and scour the skin to remove flesh and fat. Next, either they soaked the skin in urine to loosen hair fibers or they let the skin putrefy for several months, after which they dipped the skin in a salt solution. After the hair fibers were loosened, the tanners would scrape them off with a knife. Once the hair was removed, tanners would bate the material by pounding dung into the skin or soaking the skin in a solution of animal brains. They would also take cedar oil, alum, or tannin and stretch the skin as it lost moisture and absorbed the tanning agent. Leftover leather would be turned into glue. Tanners would place scraps of hides in a vat of water and let them deteriorate for months. The mixture would then be placed over a fire to boil off the water to produce hide glue.
My Personal Story
I was not born into a nudist family and therefore I was taught that one should not go around without their clothes on. Being nude in front of others was acceptable only in certain situations (Doctor’s office, locker rooms, school showers, or other places where changing clothing was acceptable) and only for the short time it was required. One just did not walk around nude in mixed company.
As a youngster I went to a summer camp that was run by my Father and once a week we had “Scrub”. Normally we wore out bathing suits when we swam in the lake, but on “Scrub Day” we took soap to the lake and left our suits in the cabins. As this is the only way we could really wash, and because it was an all boys’ camp, the required nudity was acceptable. Because I could not swim I did not like going to the lake at all. As far as I was concerned being being nude with the other boys was not the problem being at the lake was.
Hello to all, this is my first post on this forum and it comes after my first visit to a clothing optional resort.
My first naked outside experience occurred when I was probably 10. My cousins dared me to run around our grandmother’s house naked. I took the dare and loved it. I have looked for chances to be naked outside ever since. However, being raised in a conservative family and now married to a wonderful woman who was also raised conservatively I haven’t had many opportunities.
I am naked around the house as much as possible, but that is becoming limited these days as our daughter is getting older and our conservative upbringing and ideas of modesty are causing me to be clothed more around her. The cover up was causing me to go a little crazy though, I needed to be naked somewhere. I was doing stupid things, going naked in places that if I was caught I could get in trouble.
All that said, the wife and kids were out of town this weekend, so I took the opportunity to go to a clothing optional resort nearby and try it out for a little while.
I had two main concerns going in, one of which had been eased by reading other posts on this forum. I was afraid of getting an erection. Didn’t happen, not even close. My other concern, and guys you’ll appreciate this, was that after swimming, exercise, or just being nervous my penis and testicles shrivel up and I feel like I look like a five year old. I was afraid that the anxiousness associated with my first experience being nude publicly would cause this to occur and I would be self concious about perceived size. A quick check of the situation about five minutes before I arrived confirmed that fear. I was anxious and so were the boys. However, after a quick tour with the owner and checking in for the day I was feeling pretty relaxed. Less worried about a first experience and more pleased with the opportunity to do something that I knew I wanted to do. Without nervousness or hesitation I parked the car and used it as my locker. With people walking around both clothed and nude and stripped off right there and headed for the pool. And I am happy to report the boys were hanging loose, so fear number two turned out to be a non factor.
As for the visit itself, it was so so. I went alone, and while the people were friendly and said hello, most kept to themselves. There wasn’t much going on at the time. There were probably 30 to 40 people around the pool and that was it. No one was in the lodge or hot tub, so the pool and lounge deck where the only choices for socializing.
All in all is was a good experience. Like most who post about their first time, my nervousness was gone very quickly. Now I just need to convince my wife that it is a good idea for her to try it.
Ah, nudists! Over the years I’ve grown to really enjoy nudists and nudist hangouts in general. Now, as a young children, closer to infancy, I remember we always made like Tommy from the Rugrats and constantly stripped our clothes off. Our parents ran around the house trying to pick up the articles of clothing as we ran by them, tossing off something else. (Eventually they taped all our clothes on with duct tape and then further secured us to our high chair with said tape. Your parents didn’t tape you? Oh, well then I might’ve just been one of the lucky ones. Oh I jest, calm down) As a
child, I had to go through my parents divorce, then the awkward decision of trying to figure out who to live with. At first, I lived with my mom for a couple years. I still remember all the different roommates we had living with us gay, straight, male or female, people from all walks of life. For that I thank her because I grew up being socially well-rounded with many different belief systems and lifestyles around me. One roommate, whom I still have as a good friend in my life, was a gentleman (whom we’ll call George) who practiced nudism. Well, not that you have to “practice being naked” since we all are under our clothes anyway, but those who prefer that lifestyle do tend to shed those outer garments a lot! To his credit, instead of just being naked all the time, he always made sure that it would be okay with all the other roommates including my mom, my sister and I, before he appeared undressed, so that everyone in the house wouldn’t be too bothered when he was “practicing his lifestyle.” Of course as a young girl, the sight of a naked man running around the house can be something of a giggle, but because of how I had been brought up, I wasn’t bothered by it. When I wanted to have non-nudist friends over, I would make sure to tell him so in advance and he would immediately go throw on a pair of shorts without a complaint. So the system we had in the household worked just fine.
My mom was very openly enthusiastic about nudity also, as well as all those other taboo subjects that come up awkwardly when you’re a teen when talking with your parents. To her credit, instead of waiting until my sister and I reached our teenager years, she made sure that we knew about different things that go on in other people’s houses, behind closed doors, and even in our home not that being naked was a huge thing. ( I have no doubt if our President and his staff ran around naked, the country’s reaction would be one of total acceptance!)] Mom was a “not everywhere, not all the time” nudist, meaning she liked to hang out at home naked, run around the backyard naked, but not run around a nudist park. Social nudity outdoors with several hundred other people just wasnТt her thing.
It was, however, George’s thing, and he belonged to a local nudist resort and spent most weekends there. I remember asking him about the place and he always answered enthusiastically about it as being nice and a fun place, but I wasn’t quite ready yet. He made a standing invitation for my mom, my sister and I to go whenever we decided it was time, but he would not do so without my mom’s written permission and with everyone’s complete knowledge of what the behavior rules were there. Finally, perhaps a year later, my mom and sister did go with him, and enjoyed the experience very much. But by then I had moved out and lived with my dad and stepmom and was being raised in a rather sheltered, religious sort of way. This whole nudist thing didn’t seem sinful, but modesty was drilled into my head, so I was less open to the idea of being naked around other people until a few years later.
Then came the “Great Rebellion of Age Fourteen,” and one day while hanging out at my mom’s house I finally got the courage to ask George if I could go with him to this nudist resort and see what all the fuss was about. We both made sure it was fine with my mother, and it was, so off we went to the nudist park! Being the shy, awkward kid I was, I didn’t run around tossing my clothes right away. Instead, I think the first few times I secured myself in the pool and rarely left it, except maybe to play a game of badminton. (Yes,I played badminton as a child. You didn’t? Gosh you really missed out! Oh yes, so back to naked badminton…) It wasn’t that I was uncomfortable in the place, because everyone was really nice and supportive. I suppose I played badminton to avoid staring at people. It’s hard not to stare at fifty or so people lounging about like lizards in the sun without a shred of clothing on. Especially when you’re fourteen. Of course, when you’re fourteen, you also thank the gods for your youth and taut skin. One thing I know I can thank the nudists for were their parties.
It’s uncanny how many parties they throw. I think they sit in front of a calendar saying ‘Ok, so Halloween is coming up at the end of the month, then there’s Thanksgiving, but damnit! There has to be something in between!” Then they realize there’s Election Day (which isn’t really something to celebrate these days), Veteran’s Day, and Eid Al-Fitr (for all you fasting nudists out thereЕthough they’re hard to find). Those days are celebratory enough, so they throw a party and have a lot of food and sit around drinking their cocktails, eating everything in sight (at least I did), and celebrating their nakedness, er I mean the holiday at hand.
On one such holiday, I can’t remember which, they had one very talented member of the resort staff doing body painting on anyone who was interested. Now, if you’ve never had a paintbrush dragged across your bum, well let me tell you, it tickles! I decided to get up enough courage to have the gentleman paint a dragon from my shoulder to just under my rear. It looked lovely, indeed! Everyone was telling me how awesome it looked, on me and just in general. I think even a German television crew was there filming the festivities. Those Germans, they’ll put anything on television – even a bunch of ol’ naked people. But so I pranced around all day, showing off my backside to each adoring onlooker. Subsequently, much of my body shyness dissipated after that day.
After that I made many return visits and then I began looking forward to it practically every weekend, as I had made many friends there of all ages, and enjoyed being able to just lounge about in the sun. I enjoyed it so much, after a few years I quietly started telling some of my friends about it. To my surprise many were interested themselves, and eventually I brought to the resort a girl friend from high school. Later the same year I brought there my boyfriend at the time (even though he proved to be much more religiously repressed than I ever was.) And still later that summer, I brought an Internet friend from Ohio while he visited to share his first day of social nudity with our club members. Over the next few years, I invited quite a few friends to join me at the resort, and all of them wound up having a great experience! As you can see, this lifestyle is something that now I really enjoy sharing with people I know. As a young woman, I have finally moved out on my own, and I enjoy running around my own house naked whenever I get the chance (and at my momТs house whenever I return to visit.) I am now proud to say I am a Nudist (with a capital “N”), and I have my mom and her roommate George to thank for it, those many years ago.
That all being said, I think I have some sunning to do. It’s a rather lovely day and I’ve a great balcony that is calling to me.
I’m not sure how to pick one experience as my first, because I’ve had nudist experience over my life that didn’t really seem like nudist experiences.
At about 8, my father, uncle and myself spent a weekend at a “fishing hole’ – no cabin, but a mobile home out in the woods. On the second day of heat and zero fish catching, we went for a swim to my surprise, in the nude. It was great, it was exhilarating and it made my dad and uncle seem so ‘wild and cool’. That happened a few times over a couple of years.
My father passed away when i was 12. That following summer, my mom let me spend about two months with my uncle, aunt, cousins to sort of let me regroup as she was dealing with a lot of the aftermath. My uncle/aunt weren’t nudists, nor even clothing optional – just relaxed. They had a pool and skinny dipping was the norm (two cousins, boy and girl younger than me). Many times we would wander in the house still nude, which after all my experiences outside, seemed newly exhilarating.
My mother and I moved to a home in a crowded suburb two years later, but it had a privacy fence and nice little in-ground pool. I would get home from school about two hours before she came home from work. Naturally, I skinny-dipped constantly, and once fall and winter arrived, would go nude a few hours every day inside. The following summer when we opened the pool, I was always allowed to have friends over, and two of my closest friends (male) started skinny dipping. There was always an extra sense of freedom when going nude with others.
I eventually started to boldly swim in the early morning, to start the day the best possible way, knowing my mother was still in the house. It wasn’t so much that I was being more bold, more that I was simply more comfortable, and wanted not to be ‘sneaking’ around in the nude. She saw me skinny dipping several times, as the kitchen window looked right out to the pool and backyard. At first, I was naturally nervous, but she never made a big issue of it, asking me that first time had I outgrown my swimming trunks as I would come in wrapped only in a towel. One afternoon after school was out, I came home from summer league softball and she was out by the pool. I just thought ‘what the heck’ and went out with my towel and jumped in. It was a non-event, because once I left the pool and sat across from her, we started talking about my dad, and her telling me how he loved going nude. It may have been the first, really genuine conversation about my dad we had since he died.
The next morning, I stopped at the kitchen and asked if she wanted to join me for a swim. She said she would be out later and she did. After what was bluntly a lot of nervous energy diving and swimming in the pool, everything was just tranquil and completely open. We spent about four hours talking about my dad, our family, friends, then movies, music and things I would never think to just ‘chat’ about with my mother. It was sort of an overcast day, and a drizzle put an end to the time that had flew by to our amazement. I said I hated we had to go in, and she just picked up my towel with her stuff and went inside. We spent the rest of the day inside in a new routine of liberation.
Once I got my driver’s license, and her work became more demanding, we rarely spent time together, and even when we did, it was sadly inconvenient to relax in the nude it seemed, so it sort of just stopped other than rare times or early in the morning routine.
So, there are three moments in time for me, and I don’t even consider them my first experience. That would be at college, my fourth weekend in school, but that’s another story and I’ve all ready defined the concept of ‘long-winded’.
It was a thoroughly researched and planned endeavour. I had been at the nude beach, and was ready for the nudist social scene. My then young wife, on the other hand – not so much. Sure, we were nude at home very frequently; but the prospect of interacting with nude strangers did not enthrall her. She had even turned down a skinny-dipping outing with a friend; and it just would have been the three of us in her secluded pool. My goal became clear: to “sell” a completely stress-free clothing-optional experience to my wife.
So I called the local resort with specific questions: how active was the resort during the spring, how clothing-optional was it for first-time visitors. And I found out that the resort was fairly “slow” on weekdays between March and May, and that first-timers were allowed to be clothing-optional. And I managed to “sell” a weekday trip to my wife, with the stipulation that there would be very few people there, that she would not be compelled to undress, and we could leave at any point if she so desired.
We arrived on a weekday morning; I think it was in May. We checked in to a very friendly manager. We returned to our car; I immediately tossed off my clothes, my wife opted for a buttoned summer dress. We walked around, exploring the grounds; there were maybe four or five members there, probably residents. We went for a short walk on one of the trails; and that’s when I suddenly realized that she had unbuttoned her dress. She had discovered the feeling of the cool morning breeze! That was really the only goal I had set that day; for her to at least discover some value to resort nudism. And she had. But the real turning point was when we visited the hottub area; at that point she was sold: she wanted to get in the hottub. So I ran back to the car, grabbed a couple of towels and came back to find her nude, sitting on the edge of the hottub. We got in, relaxed for a while and decided to call it a day. But her attitude exiting the resort was notably different from our entry; whereas she was apprehensively clutching her dress out first few moments there, she was now walking back to the car with just her towel wrapped around her hips.
That was enough to make it a successful day, as she walked away with a positive outlook on resort nudism.
As a child from about 7 years old, my mate, his sister and I would take any opportunity on those hot Aussie summers to get naked under the sprinkler.. and on the odd occasion would ride our bikes naked up the street.. that continued for us boys but when my mate’s sister got closer to puberty she gradually became shy about it.
When I was 12 the girl from across the road and also a class mate got the first in ground swimming pool in our street, directly across the road from my place, bingo!.. and we including her friend would start swimming in our usual swimwear until the dacking fights would start and all swimwear ended up across the backyard and up the tree etc.. which always seemed to result in skinny dipping.. and again as the girls got older it happened less often.
I started becoming more adventurous and wanted to try as many things in the nude as possible.. so I invented nude mountain bike riding in the fern tree forests near my place.. and sometimes was able to dare a friend or two into it.. and just when the friends become fewer when it came to sharing nude activities, I discovered The Sun & Health Nudist Magazine plus H&E, and I couldn’t believe my eyes.. other people of all ages and walks of life did everything in the nude.. so I didn’t actually invent nude mountain bike riding after all.
The next problem was I was still far too young to be driving to these exotic and hard to get to places. I would dream of one day going to the world’s largest nudist resort at Cap d Agde in the South Of France. But in the meantime I would wag school and sneak down to Sunnyside Nudist Beach at Mt Eliza a 3 hour trip by train and bike.. and for the first time in my life I was fully naked in full view of fully grown naked woman .. it was so surreal.. I didn’t tell my textiles mates as I thought they would never believe me.
And finally the long awaited day came.. I turned 18 and got my license, and a mate and I headed straight to The Box Hill Pool Saturday Nude Nights with my mates and then to my 2nd most dreamed about place, River Valley Nudist Resort in Echuca on the Murray river, a 3 hour drive and very worth while.. it spun us out.. everyone of all ages were completely naked and so cool about it. I did everything you could just about imagine.. I still couldn’t believe I was 18 and playing pool or billiards naked with a naked 20 year old girl and her younger sister, and her father didn’t want to kill me, this was all completely legal.. like wow man! I thought, not in a sexual way or else that would have been evident.. the father just called out “gidday guys who’s winning the game?” as he walked by us in the games room, and he didn’t chase me with a gun!
I ‘m a little more social with my nudity now and on the very odd occasion my teenage daughter Paris comes to Sunnyside Nudist Beach with me, but prefers to go skinny dipping on the quiter back beaches with her close friends.. she’s not as shy as her brother who wont try it at all.. recently I did every radio show in the nude with Jodie my co-host with our debut of NudeVember to do our little bit to promote nudism in Australia
I love being a nudist. You hear people talk about dreams in color, or dream in a specific language or with Speilberg dreams? Now I dream naked. I see a field or a stream, or rock in the sun, or a backyard and I just want to be naked.
As a child I would go naked as much as I could. Mom would catch me and tell me to get dressed. Then I would go in the sun yard when no one was home. Once I had my driver’s license, that is, when open nudism for me. I could go on a beach where there were others who, like me, do not like sand in their suits.
When I married, my wife thought it was great, I enjoyed it, but it has never really tried. She likes nudity in the right place at the right time, but rather private. I’ve been to many nudist places and done a lot of private skinny dipping (not as much fun as when with someone). We even had a house mate, who I’m going naked was the matter. But that’s another story.
I have never seen, “the perfect body” by what you see in the printed magazines. Instead, you see perfect body with imperfections. Better still, you see perfect people, always comfortable with theirselves and meeting with others in the same boat. Nudists are social, caring and loving people. I recommend it.
Over time I joined a club and then started going to bare resorts. I found the folks there were so open and fair and nonjudgmental. I understand that may seem hard to trust but that is the facts. We made amazing friends and my family became members to that club and even now we keep our membership at a closeby club.
I simply wish the people could see that we’re ordinary, regular people who only chance to relish relaxing without clothing on our time off. My grown daughter has plenty of self confidence about herself and portion of the reason is that she understands what real women look like and does not feel insecure about herself. That’s an immediate consequence of her being raised in a nudist family. I believe that if more people tried it they’d see what I am referring to.
Nevertheless, I started seeing narratives about trekking nude outside west and in the Alps, first in Wikipedia, then elsewhere, seven years back.
What a easy, sensible notion which could not possibly fly on the east shore, or so I believed. I needed to attempt it (bucket list in the event you will). Like skinny dipping in the wind instead of in the water. So I headed to Vermont where I could locate suitably distant terrain and legality. Well all I can declare is the fact that the encounter was transforming, like that of finding the independence liberalization and peace of nudity for the very first time, all over again.
Since that fateful minute, I’ve hiked, backpacked, and camped hundreds of miles on the distant trails of the northeast, in all sorts of weather. I’ve gone for as long as a week without putting on clothing in the outback during the summertime. I’ve trekked naked for hours at a time in the snow. I one day trekked in the nude lawfully and without troubling anyone, in a city (Toronto…CO shore and immediate setting off season in November).
Being in the nude in the wilds is a life affirming outdoor activity which has few competitors in my modest view. It sharpens your senses as well as your knowledge of your natural environment and those creatures that share this little section of the universe with us. Additionally you shortly understand how incredibly skillful our bodies are, as delivered by our Creator, at adapting the challenges of our surroundings. Perspiration direction is a wind. Creatures of the woods come closer and take your existence more easily. Eventually I spoke up and apologized to Mr Moose for startling him, the exact same greeting that I normally use in my infrequent meetings with fabrics. With that he took one closing unconcerned look at me and ambled away, crashing through the underbrush.
Long distance hikers are taking, even supporting, of my taste. I pick my times and places, in order to avoid having to describe the various delights of hiking in the buff to anxious parents with kids in tow. Section of the ethos of the type of outdoor recreation is recognition and regard for the feelings of others less comfortable with the thought. I go out of my way to prevent “clothed confrontations”. Alas, life isn’t perfect and those occasional “sightings” by unsuspecting others, of my unadorned body have been enjoyable and favorable occasions. After seen, I don’t cover up(sends incorrect message) Freehiking can be a societal or a solo action.
Nudism supports imagination. Dan
It was concealed. I got my clothes away and took a walk. It turned out to be a fantastic experience.
My first societal-nudist encounter was at a clothing-optional hot tub in Quad Cities, Iowa. Before arriving I understood the bath would be Clothes Optional, but I presumed that meant that a number of the folks would choose the choice of being naked and some would choose the the alternative of wearing a bathing suit. I ‘d opt to do the latter, although I really had not a problem seeing my pals naked.
When I was brought to the bath, I saw that EACH ONE of the people who live in the bathtub was naked. I will attempt it once.”
I spent the next 17 years seeing every nudist resort and nude beach that I could wedge into my small holiday time.
Eventually, in 1999 I retired and I’ve resided for the previous ten years at a clothing-optional resort in AZ (SLR). The host of the hot tub celebration that began all this, moved here three years back from Iowa.
I was a teenage boy in the mid-60’s and I simply got out of the shower. She asked me why I was not dressed and I told her I was more comfortable not wearing clothing. She said that was okay with her if I needed to be a nudist.
Then I went in the back yard and sun bathed naked. I have been a nudist all these years but my wife does not comprehend it. I go nude in my home as frequently as possible, even when her friends visit.
St. Louis, Missouri
Like the majority of folks researching nudism, I was driven through an unshakeable interest: What would it feel like to be nude outside and in the business of others? Would my nudity be uneasy or would it feel…good, natural? And the greatest issue of all: could I actually bring myself to drop my clothing and my inhibitions?
All nudists have faced that “moment of truth” when they could either get nude or stay cloaked in sorrow. In the event you are simply at a nudist resort, and everyone around you is nude, wearing clothing really makes you feel out of place, so maybe it’s somewhat simpler to “take the plunge.” Because it was clothes optional, I did not really have to be naked to fit in. I was hedging my bets, I think.
as soon as I arrived, I passed by the pool where a half dozen folks relaxed, some naked, others in swimsuits.
I used to not have to get nude. It will be totally okay for me to get some rays without getting an all over suntan. In that instant, I flashed forward to the last day and envisioned that I’d spent the whole holiday clothed. I envisioned a second on that final day when I might be alone in the pool and ultimately discover the nerve to slip out of my trunks and have the freedom that so many others had loved all week long. I figured that if I was fortunate, after more than eight days of choosing to stay clothed, I mightn’t even enjoy being naked…with the warm pool water and dazzling beams of the sun embracing my whole body. I understood it’d be fantastic.
So I got nude. And no one stared. No one laughed. Both other guys poolside just nodded hello, as well as the water rippled and the palm trees rustled and the sun warmed me. All over.
Sure, my heart raced for some time. I believed, “I can not believe I am doing this!” But it was not long before my interior monologue altered to: “I can not believe it took me 42 years to do this!” I really found myself feeling sorry for the two guys in trunks, as well as the smattering of others who’d spend the coming days still clothed.
Throughout that holiday I also went to a sunning pier where nudity was allowed. Not every nude body was perfect. Actually, none were. But I was learning that nudism is not about how you seem, it is about how you feel. Additionally , I went on a naked sailing and snorkeling experience. Absolute ecstasy.
The minutes since – shared with other people who’ve also found the delights of nudism – have been nothing short of amazing. Is not it time you set yourself free?
Do not Leave Planet World Without Attempting It!
Maybe telling about my first encounter with bare diversion will lead you to that end. As we were leaving, I found the trip was to an isle with a nude beach! I made the decision to go anyhow, believing no manner was anybody getting me out of my suit. Why had not someone told me about this earlier? I was snared, and that was over 40 years past. The phrase, “bare when possible, clothed when practical,” definitely describes me.
I confess that my first reaction was that this is some thing that wasn’t an acceptable practice. I was oblivious that there are national organizations and didn’t understand anyone who could shed light on this particular relaxing lifestyle. The literature available now tells it like it’s. Everyone will say that once you’ve made your first visit, the sensation of dread will vanish. Until you experience a thing for yourself, words cannot let you know how you ought to feel or how you ought to act or respond. I am able to add an additional sentence of encouragement: Do Not leave Planet Earth without at least attempting this amazing manner of destressing and relaxing a opportunity.