I'm A Nudist
It's A Kick
LIKE THE GARDEN OF EDEN FOR THE WHOLE GANG
My mom and dad were "nudists" in the Eighties, something I discovered rummaging through the garage one day in my teens. I found a shoebox full of old, fading Polaroids. At first I thought I'd stumbled upon my dad's porn collection (primarily Playboys kept under his mattress), but as I looked through them I recognized my mom, then my father, all nude and enjoying poolside lounging with some family friends. Then I noticed a few with kids playing naked around a sprinkler and then registered some shock when I realized I was one of them.
It's A Kick
Why didn't I have memories of this occasion? Surely it was something. I confronted my mother with the pictures. She laughed. "Oh, your father and I experimented for a while with it [nudism]. It was a lark but in the end it really perked things up for us."
What she meant was it was hot for both of them. "It really empowered me," she said, "I felt like a Goddess, and that's how your father treated me. It really excited him to share my nudity with our friends. It was his Viagra."
Beyond that she said she realized liberating herself this way gave her all the power, generally speaking. Guys my age are always trying to get my clothes off. When they learn I'm now a nudist, they don't know how to handle it. They're all for it, of course, but emotionally they get a little shaky. It's like they've lost power. My bad. GG