The topics on Enlightened Male generally involve an appreciation for the human form or human sexuality, leaning toward male bisexuality and how that affects both men and women. You probably agree that these topics could use better understanding in our society. However, male sexuality, specifically bisexuality and homosexuality, pertain to a relatively narrow percentage of the male population. On the other hand, social nudity pertains to us all, both male and female, though most people can’t possibly imagine how naturism or nudists relates to them.
Most people, for myriad reasons, will never take off their clothes in public, not even on a beach and certainly not at a nudist resort. They will never know the exhilaration or the liberating sense of freedom that social nudity provides for those who participate; which is why, even though I am largely preaching to the choir on this site, I like to promote clothes free lifestyles, whether that be in the privacy of ones own home or a social setting. That’s why I am entertaining the idea of featuring more posts on this subject. If I can reach just one naysayer, just one neophyte that believes he or she will never have the courage to take off their clothes in front of others, well, at least that’s something. Either way, the rest of us that already know and currently enjoy getting naked will enjoy the wholesome, carefree pictures I will post.
I’d like to hear your take on more posts on this subject.
One would think a man would be distracted by a woman’s body among a group of nudists, but no more than he would be in a group of people fully clothed. He isn’t distracted … she is simply the female version of us. He is just glad to be there, meeting new people, making new friends. He may, just as he may in the every day clothed world, see a woman that he finds attractive. He may even approach her to introduce himself, but being naked somehow changes the dynamic. As the couple becomes acquainted and begins to know each other, the tensions and distractions aren’t present. It’s almost as if the foundation to a wonderful friendship or potential romance already exists because of the automatic connection nudists share.
So where does he fit in the scheme of things? He is his own unique edition of the male version of us, not judged by his size or shape, the color of his hair or skin, the length of his penis, or his social status. He, along with all the other varieties of males and females that make up the whole of humanity simply fit in. He knows nudists have an automatic connection with each other. They are all naked, enjoying the freedom to enjoy their bodies among others doing the same. They are living life in a way only a nudist can understand, not that they are weird, perverted or over-sexed. They have simply discovered how refreshing it is to celebrate the human body in its many forms, and be free of fear and misguided rules.
Many people are curious. They feel an urge to know what it’s like to take off their clothes and enjoy their bodies with friends or in a social setting, yet they can’t bring themselves to take that first step. They are conflicted, finding themselves listening to the demon that tells them nudity is wrong, that naked bodies are disgusting or shameful. They are weighted by years of indoctrination that has instilled the notion nudity is wrong. And every time they stand naked before a mirror, they grapple with what they see as a flawed body, implanted by Hollywood and the advertising world that tell them what the human body should look like.
Actually taking your clothes off in front of others, especially for women, can be one of the most difficult things you’ve ever done. For some the angst that builds up inside is a physical pain. You see others walking around naked, acting as if it is perfectly normal, but still it doesn’t register that it’s something everyday day people do. Your mind is telling you that it’s not for you. Yet you screw up your courage and begin to take off your clothes, soon finding yourself completely naked in front of people you may know or have never seen before.
Depending on how thoroughly conditioned you have been, or your religious beliefs, or your worries about what other people might think, you eventually settle into the idea that being naked isn’t quite as bad as you thought. No one is staring at you. If anyone approaches, they greet you as if they don’t even realize your clothes are off. At this point many people begin to feel like they fit in, that being naked is nothing like they thought it was. They begin to actually enjoy the feeling of freedom, the exhilaration. Before the day’s end, they wonder what took them so long to take the plunge.
The pictures in this post represent endless varieties of the human form. Yes some of these people are quite attractive and pleasant to look at, but are any of them perfect? Any one of them would probably tell you what they don’t like about their bodies. But they have gotten past the fear of being judged. They have discovered the world of nudism is a welcoming, accepting place. They have learned to enjoy and appreciate their bodies despite their self-perceived flaws.
When I ran across this piece on body acceptance by Taryn Brumfitt, I felt compelled to share it with you here. At odds with her body most of her life, Taryn has set out on a mission to not only get comfortable in her own skin, but help as many women as she can learn to love their own bodies. This article is about the day she signed up for the Sydney Skinny, an annual event where hundreds of Australians get naked and go for an ocean swim. Taryn describes the way the experience changed her life.
(I have added photos to help illustrate the wholesomeness of body acceptance and social nudity.)
“Look over there, another woman with only one boob!”
Screamed the sarong-clad stranger standing next to me.
I was puzzled and turned to her and asked, “What do you mean?” She pulled down her sarong and showed me her chest, on one side a breast, the other side a scar. I peered in the direction she had pointed, and another woman with a similar appearance was proudly walking out of the water.
I watched as two complete strangers joyfully connected with one another. No words were required, just one look of recognition, a smile and then an embrace. I was in tears, a blubbering mess. It was the purest form of human connection, kindness, courage and love and a story was unfolding before my very eyes.
In the course of one day my life has changed forever. I am a better human being; I have experienced more joy than I’ll ever be able to express. I didn’t get married, I didn’t save someone’s life, nor did I rescue a small animal. I simply took my clothes off and swam in the ocean with more than a thousand strangers.
The Sydney Skinny is an event like no other; it is the world’s largest nude ocean swim and happens each year at the stunning Cobblers Cove in Sydney. The event is a celebration of body acceptance and encourages participants to reconnect with their sense of adventure.
Here’s how the day unfolded for me:
I woke up on Sunday morning feeling slightly uneasy that I had engaged in a hearty feast of curry and chocolate cake the evening before. Seriously Taryn, could you not have shown some restraint on the food front before you partook in a nude swim?
It wasn’t so much the roundness of my tummy that was that bothering me but rather at what stage of the morning I would be “offloading” the previous night’s indulgences.
I arrived at Cobblers Cove early, filled with anticipation, excitement and nerves. Getting my clothes off in front of strangers is not something I’ve ever done. I walked around welcoming people with a smile and an air of assurance that could’ve been mistaken for confidence and bucket loads of experience in the nudity arena. We know this not to be true.
When I got to the beach, the first thing I saw was a penis. Yep, a man’s penis and oddly, it wasn’t my husband’s. Then I saw another, and another and another.
Within minutes, a penis was a penis and a vagina was a vagina, and we were all just human beings. Nothing more: nothing less. Nothing scandalous, nothing dirty or creepy and nothing remarkable.
I eased myself into the water and immediately felt a sense of release, pleasure and freedom. The feeling of the water on my skin as I glided through it was delightful. The endorphin rush of being unclothed and doing something I had never done before was magical. This was life, and I was living it.
I was in the zone that, sadly, we rarely experience. I was out of the comfort zone and basking in what I describe as the sparkle zone. I felt utterly euphoric and deliriously happy.
And I wasn’t alone. I heard people squealing with joy exclaiming, “I never want to swim with clothes on again!” and I saw others joyfully hugging as if they had just been reunited after a lifetime apart. There were high fives, people laughing and people rejoicing.
It got me thinking that to effect a transformative change in a person’s life it requires an action to be taken (think Anthony Robbins’ fire walk). Water is an element that has been used as a purifier in many religions. Could participation in the event be the 21st century’s non-religious “psychological cleanse” that helps individuals lay their body image demons to rest? Is it possible to walk into the water with body image worries and walk out with an undeterred commitment to learn to love and respect your body more? I believe so.And of course there were two women chatting, hugging and bonding over their shared mastectomy journey. One of the ladies explained to me how big a deal it was for her to do the swim, to get naked in front of other people and to face her fear. But looking into her sparkling eyes after she had completed the swim, I saw nothing but pride and happiness. When asked if she would do it again, the answer was a resounding YES!
Amongst the thousand people who were there on the day, I didn’t hear one person judge another. I didn’t hear one person complain about their stretch marks, cellulite or jelly belly. People were just people; there were no barriers, there was no discrimination or prejudice. People were kind to themselves and kind to each other.
If you want to feel comfortable in the skin you are in then maybe it’s time to take the dip of a lifetime. All you’ll need is a little bit of self-belief, an inkling of courage and your beautiful, bare, pure and authentic skin.
29 naturists gathered for a day of nude hiking in a wilderness area. It came about by word of mouth through a naked hiking Yahoo Group and a French nudist forum called VivreNu. The pictures are screen shots from the video posted at the end of this article.
Unless you have participated in a similar nude event, you can only imagine how exhilarating and how much fun these people are having.
Liberalism seems to be taking hold here in the U.S., just as it has in France, except when it comes to the human body and social nudity. Many Americans believe our bodies are shameful or obscene. That’s an affront to Mother Nature. So here are the facts: it’s not true social nudity means promiscuous sex. Social nudity may be a sensual experience, but it is not any more sexual than compared to our clothed lives, perhaps even less so. No, it would not better to be buried alive than to be seen naked in public. And no, American children, even young girls, are not psychologically damaged for life if they happen to see an adult penis. Actually, children in nudist families have healthier perspectives about their own bodies and those of the opposite sex than children who have been taught the human body is shameful.
Perhaps those misguided perceptions will one day change. We’ll have more nude beaches, more designated naturist trails in our national parks. We might even be able to garden naked, even if it’s in the front yard, and no one will think a thing about it.
These are people that didn’t know each other before they came together to do this hike. They are all automatically friends, united by the liberating tenets of social nudity.
Nudists are the most accepting people I know. Your size or shape makes no difference to a nudist. You’re not too fat or too thin, too tall or short, too hairy or too smooth. Your penis isn’t too small or too big, nor are your breasts. Your flaws, or what you perceive as flaws, simply do not matter.
And let me emphasize that social nudity is not a sexual thing. If anyone in this group finds one of the others physically attractive, it’s in the same context it would be if they were clothed. My bet is that all of these hikers were more involved with the scenery and terrain and the refreshing feeling of being free of their clothes.
I can’t think of a better way to enjoy such beautiful, rugged terrain than with a group of new friends that have all left their clothes in the car. It really is a shame more people aren’t enjoying life’s experiences like this.
What’s interesting about the film is the interaction with the clothed hikers that this group encounters along the trail. It obvious the clothed hikers aren’t shocked or put off in passing, even those who have kids with them. Instead they often interact with friendly, upbeat exchanges and then happily go on their way.
Now is a good time to get naked.
Ever wonder what it would be like to visit a nude beach, or a nudist resort? Odds are many more people are curious about trying it than actually doing it. Most can’t imagine being totally naked in public, others see it as too kinky or even immoral. Many people believe nudity is a sexual practice. This is because they are socially conditioned to hold these beliefs. In reality, social nudity is neither sexual or immoral. It is perfectly natural, a kind of personal freedom far too few ever experience, an exhilarating way to experience life on a new level.
We’re all human. There are boy version and girl versions. Some of us are thin, some are overweight, some fit and trim, some out of shape, some young, some old and everything in between. It doesn’t matter. Nudists are the most accepting people on earth. They care about who you are, not what you look like, regardless of skin color, religion or sexual orientation. They enjoy being naked, and enjoy socializing nude with their friends. They enjoy meeting new people, including you.
Give it some thought. Keyword nudist resorts in your area. Then give it a try. Find out what its like to be rid of those lifelong inhibition and set yourself free. Chances are you will find yourself exploring a new lifestyle.
From the BBC News Magazine
By Stephen Evans
Citizens of the former West and East Germany share many well-established customs, including naturism. But does a relaxed attitude to naked bodies mask some division over the freedom of women?
Sex in Germany, I imagine, is much the same as sex everywhere else.
It was, as we know, invented in the 60s, probably in California, and since then the techniques involved are probably pretty universal.
But attitudes to sex and sexuality and nakedness are not. And in Germany, I have to tell you that I have been surprised.
Not least when I was in the changing room of the gym to which I go.
There I was, naked from the waist down – very naked – wrestling to get a T-shirt off my head, and the T-shirt was wrestling back.
When I finally pulled the thing off, there before me was a woman – a pretty woman – in her 20s pushing her broom at my feet.
This very real vision was the female cleaner in the male changing-room. Our eyes met. I blushed. She pushed on blithely, unconcerned.
Or when I went into the local sauna bath, which every neighbourhood has.
Germans – or at least Germans in the non-Catholic north of the country – say that the sight of the nude body is completely normal – natural, as they put it.
To which I say: hmmm.
My scepticism was shared, by the way, by both the Nazi and Communist regimes.
In East Germany, nude bathing became something of a sign of dissidence, contrary to the exhortation of the Culture Ministry to “protect the eyes of the nation”.
The Nazis welcomed what Hermann Goering referred to as the “healing power of sun and air” in making a strong nation, but he did disapprove of public nudity which he called a “cultural error” that threatened female modesty.
And in this atmosphere, an industry grew up which was very different from that in other
Western countries, one much more aimed at women.
Germany had a well-developed mail-order industry – and it had exactly the right woman to exploit it.
Beate Uhse had been a pilot in the Luftwaffe – as a woman she had not been allowed to fight but she did pilot planes to the front line.
My East German female friends tell me that the independence of women continued in the East of the country far more than in the West”
She started providing them with condoms and with advice on how she thought men could be kept happy. It became what is still one of Germany’s most successful businesses.
All this has been described by the historian Elizabeth Heineman, who told me that because the business was mail-order, women were not inhibited from buying.
Particularly in the catholic South, they would not go into a shop but they would order from a catalogue.
Elizabeth told me that German women emerged from the war particularly independent and strong because the absence of men was so stark, but in the west of the country traditional roles were gradually re-asserted.
Not so, though, in East Germany.
Simone Schmollack writes for the Tageszeitung and a magazine – a women’s magazine – called Die Magazin which was founded in 1929 and continued in East Germany throughout the years of Communism.
Tourists look through remaining section of Berlin Wall Do cultural differences remain 20 years after the Berlin Wall fell?
She told me that women in the East – and she was one – had genuine economic independence and that gave them a strength in their relations with men.
Now that the Wall is down, cultural frictions are emerging.
Here is the way she put it: “When Western men go out with Eastern women, they – the men – sometimes have problems.
“Eastern women are so cool, the Westerners think. So independent. So free with sex. But then they want them to be stay-at-home, too”.
So speaks an East German woman.
With such a mix of regimes and attitudes and cataclysmic shocks to relationships, there is confusion in the unified Germany over the roles of men and women.
Nowhere more so, I think, than when a sweaty, naked Brit strays into a gym or a sauna bath.
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