My wife and I were at a nudist camp near Austin, Texas. It might have been our second visit when, rather suddenly, I realized that my genitals and my elbows were simply parts of my body. It stunned me.

I had ten years earlier quit Catholicism (with its judgmental attitude toward sexuality) for agnosticism. She had quit the Nazarene religion and I liked her family's non-judgmental attitude.

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Back when there was still a significant hippy influence on youth culture, I discovered a cove in a national park where a hot spring mixed with a cold river. One could move around in it to find different parts to find different temperatures and a boulder to relax on or against. I learned of the place because, even though it was hidden off road and unmarked, some people knew it as a great place to privately enjoy nakedness together. It was awesome. Except when the park ranger came, told me to get out of the water and put my clothes on, and proceeded to write me a ticket... for illegal parking!

Later in life, there were experiences with my family and a few more relatives in onsens (hot springs) in Japan, where it's culturally unremarkable. But there was the occasional "embarrassment" of being turned away at most onsens because I am not Japanese, and/or my kids are only half Japanese.

I've always enjoyed being nude even in my childhood. I met the first nudist couple I met while skinnydipping as a kid. Back then it was legal to be nude. The Pacos River had an area that was wide open but fewer people went there. At 10 years old my sunday school teacher told us what a nudist was and I yelled "that's what I am!". They told me to be quite because they knew the whole church heard me.

Ray,

I suppose being very fond of nudity is quite like motorcycle riding- once it gets "in your blood" it is very difficult to remove the urge. 

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