What Brought Me To Naturism (And Kept Me)

Three Nudes (1913-1915) by Otto

I was browsing the Nudism reddit and nudistnerd, founding moderator, posted those questions: What places/experiences drew you into nudist living? What about them made you feel comfortable “taking the plunge?” Where did you go? What really drew my attention was the advice he gave before jumping on the keyboard:

  • Before typing, take a moment to think your response over.
  • Remember: A good story is filled with memorable moments, not just cold information. Avoid extraneous details so everyone feels comfortable asking questions, this encourages everyone to participate and learn from what you have to share!
  • Share what was around you, what was interesting/funny/thrilling/etc.
  • Think of the perspective you gained that day and what you wish you could share with everyone interested in “taking the plunge”.

This led me to reflect on my life experiences with naturism, its ups and downs and what really made me passionate about nudism and naturism. So here’s my story…

Once upon a time on a beach…

In a mid-70s summer, my family and I embarked on a memorable vacation to Yugoslavia. My parents and I were excited to explore the picturesque coastline, with its charming villages and towns and the crystal-clear waters of the Mediterranean.

One day, my parents heard about this little island with a stunning beach and waters. After setting up our little semi-rigid pneumatic boat, we crossed a small stretch of water and arrived on the famous island. The sun sparkled on the water, and the beach was inviting. As we settled in for a relaxing day by the sea, we noticed something unexpected: everyone enjoying the sun and surf was completely nude.

Intrigued by the sight and the sense of freedom and liberation that seemed to emanate from the crowd, we hesitated for a moment before deciding to join in. We shed our clothes and inhibitions, embracing the naturist lifestyle as we waded into the cool water.

As the days went by, my family and I quickly acclimated to our new environment. The sun, sand, and water felt even more refreshing without the constraints of clothing. We experienced a newfound appreciation for the human body and our connection to nature.

When our vacation came to an end, we returned home with fond memories of our unique adventure on that Yugoslavian nudist beach. It was my first encounter with nudism and it planted a seed that will take some years to blossom.

Twice upon a time on a beach…

Years later, as a young adult, my mind often wandered back to that unforgettable summer when my family and I stumbled upon that nudist beach in Yugoslavia. It was a memory that had stayed with me, imbued with a sense of freedom and connection to nature that I yearned to rediscover.

For the summer holidays, I set off one year on a journey to the sun-soaked Greek islands, eager to explore their azure waters and pristine beaches. On a small, lesser-known island, as I meandered along the shoreline on my rented motorbike, I stopped by a sign indicated an FKK beach. In the distance, the sun reflected brilliantly off the crystal-clear water. I had no clue what FKK meant, but I ventured further and soon realized that I had once again found myself on a nudist beach.

The sight of people enjoying the sun, sand, and surf in their natural state brought back a rush of memories from my childhood. The feeling of liberation and connection to nature that I had experienced all those years ago washed over me, and I knew I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to embrace naturism once again. A majority of nudists on that beach were German and for them FKK (Frei Körper Kultur, free body culture) meant nudism, what I now know.

With a sense of excitement and anticipation, I shed my clothes and joined the crowd, feeling the sun’s warmth on my skin and the cool sea breeze against my body. As I swam in the turquoise waters and sunbathed on the golden sand, I felt a sense of belonging and freedom that was both exhilarating and comforting.

During the few days I stayed on the Greek island, I returned to that beach, making it my newly found sanctuary. The rediscovery of naturism as a young adult became a transformative experience that would forever shape my appreciation for the human body and the natural world.

As I bid farewell to the island, I knew that I would carry the memories of my second encounter with nudism in my heart, a testament to the power of self-discovery and the enduring allure of life’s simple pleasures. The seed had grown into a shrub and was now strong enough to grow further.

Thrice upon a time at a nudist resort…

The memories of my previous encounters with naturism on the Yugoslavian and Greek beaches had left a profound impact on me. I was now frequently going to nudist beaches when travelling and was experiencing nudism at home. But I wanted more and I had been toying with the idea of visiting a nudist resort. The freedom, connection to nature, and sense of community nudism offered had always been alluring. But, as much as I wanted to, I had never quite found the courage to take that leap and experience a nudist resort for myself.

After much contemplation, I decided it was time to face my fears and booked a weekend at a one resort not far to the place I was staying at during a professional trip. As the day of my arrival approached, a mixture of excitement and anxiety filled me. I knew this experience could be transformative, but I couldn’t shake off the lingering apprehension.

When I finally arrived at the resort, I was greeted by friendly staff and guests, who immediately put me at ease with their warm smiles and welcoming demeanor. Taking a deep breath, I decided it was time to shed my clothes and embrace the experience. One of the members walked me through the grounds and I admired the beautiful surroundings. I couldn’t help but notice the genuine happiness and sense of belonging that emanated from everyone around me.

As we walked around, I felt the familiar warmth of the sun and the gentle caress of the breeze on my skin, and the memories of my past nudist experiences came flooding back. In that moment, I knew I had made the right decision.

Throughout my stay at the nudist resort, I participated in various activities, from swimming and sunbathing to chatting with others and nature walks. I found myself surrounded by a diverse and accepting community, where conversations flowed easily, and I felt an incredible sense of camaraderie. The resort had given me the opportunity to reconnect with the freedom and simplicity of naturism, and in doing so, I rediscovered a part of myself I hadn’t realized I’d been missing.

As I left the resort, I couldn’t help but feel a profound sense of gratitude for the experience. Not only had I found the courage to embrace my love for nudism, but I had also discovered a place where I could be my most authentic self, free from judgment and societal constraints. I knew that this was exactly what I had been searching for, and I would carry the memories and friendships I had made at the nudist resort with me for years to come. The shrub had become a strong tree.

A Passion for Nudism

Over time, the powerful experiences I had with nudism blossomed into a passion that would become one of the building blocks of my life. I felt a strong desire to share my love for naturism with others and to help them experience the freedom, connection, and sense of belonging that I had found through my own journey.

This drive led me to create this blog, where I could share my thoughts, experiences, and insights with others who were curious about or already embraced the nudist lifestyle. The blog gained traction, resonating with a diverse and supportive community of like-minded individuals. Through my writing, I aim to break down misconceptions about nudism, inspire others to explore their own relationships with their bodies and nature, and foster open and honest conversations about the beauty of living life au naturel.

As my blog grew in popularity, I found myself becoming more deeply involved in nudist communities, both online and in person. I was able to connect with fellow naturists, exchange ideas, and learn from others who shared my passion for the lifestyle. These experiences not only enriched my understanding of nudism but also reaffirmed my belief in its transformative power.

Buoyed by the positive response to my blog and my growing engagement with the nudist community, I decided to write a few books about my experiences with nudism (grouped into the Nudism Series, available on Amazon, written under the pen name Stan Muir, anagram of Naturism). The books chronicle my personal journey, provide practical advice for those interested in exploring the lifestyle, and delve into the history, philosophy, and benefits of naturism. To my delight, the books were met with enthusiasm from both seasoned nudists and newcomers alike, further fueling my passion for sharing the joy of nudism with others.

Nudism had truly become a central building block of my life, shaping my worldview, my relationships, and my sense of self. By embracing the lifestyle and sharing my passion with others, I found a sense of purpose and fulfillment that I never could have anticipated. Through my blog, my books, and my active participation in nudist communities, I was not only able to express my love for naturism but also to inspire and empower others to embark on their own journeys of self-discovery and connection with the world around them. The tree was now bearing fruits.

As I keep saying, naturism is a journey, not a destination. Naturism is not simply about getting naked. It’s much more than that. However, you cannot really rationally explain naturism. You have to embark on your own journey of self-discovery. It begins with getting naked, embracing the initial discomfort and finding your path of love, comfort and enjoyment. Bon voyage!

Strip, Stay Nude, Live Nude, and Share the Nude Love!


  1. Love it! Thank you for sharing your story in this format..really enjoyed reading it and relating to parts of it as well.

  2. Although I’ve never been abroad on holiday I live on the coast in the UK, and only two miles from a nudist beach. I love to walk on some of the remote beaches naked. The feeling is absolutely fantastic.

  3. When I was about 9 or 10 growing up in the 1950s, I was sleeping out in the backyard with two neighbor boys because the summer heat made our upstairs bedrooms uncomfortable. One boy dared us to run naked to the back gate and return in the dark. It was risky but I loved it. Soon someone dared us to go out the gate. We lived 1 street over from our school so our back gates opened onto the school playground. Soon, at about age 10, we were running around our school naked in the night. I loved the freedom and felt that our required clothing was body shaming. Several more times over the next few years I snuck out naked at night and ran down streets in our small western US town. I didn’t know “nudism” was a think until I was 18 staying in a worker’s cabin and found a stash of Nudist Magazines — mostly naked young women in those years.

    I went naked outdoors in various places several more times over the next several years but it took me until my late 30s to find a local nudist club. Nudists kept pretty secret in those years, especially in small American towns, and we didn’t have Internet for information. I still understand compulsory clothing as a huge personal insult to everyone who’s body is shamed into hiding. Today I’m a Free Range Naturist rather than someone who limits my nudity to occasional “recreation” at hidden resorts. .

  4. very interesting story. I put myself into your journey & thrilled to virtually experience the sheer joy by practicing nudism at lovely beaches & at the resort with like minded people.
    Keep it up & best wishes for the nudism journey.

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