Over the years we have all heard outrageous and funny stories about nudists. These stories are passed along, usually at conventions or parties, and more often than not, late in the evening while sharing a warm fire, a warm drink, and maybe even a marshmallow or two.
AANR-West is collecting these stories, so that they remain available for future generations to share and delight.
We welcome any stories you may wish to contribute to our efforts Here are a few for your enjoyment.
At Home Clothes Free - My Experience (A Female Perspective)
This is about at home nudism. I just thought to tell my story and wrote my thoughts. I hope you like it.
When I was a little girl I lived in my home country of Greenland. It’s not a good place for nudists, even with global warming making the ice retreat.
The Day I Got Lost Hiking Nude
By Rod W.
Attention all nudists! When you go hiking, always bring a compass…and a towel! I learned this lesson the hard way.
It was late spring in 2001 and I decided to explore the hills above the new Elysium property in Malibu, California. Elysium had relocated just a few months earlier from its 30-year home in Topanga after the daughters of its late founder, Ed Lange, decided to sell. Betty and Sandy Meltzer, longtime Elysium Board members, had purchased 27 acres of mostly undeveloped land about 20 miles to the west and relocated the nudist resort there.
My First Time
By Gary Mussell
My first nudist experience came by accident when I was 32 years old. Prior to that, I had been raised in a very modest family where my mother forbid my father to have Playboy Magazines in the house (I found out years later he did anyway.) Nevertheless, as a teen I was always curious about it and on those rare occasions when I found myself home for a few hours alone while my parents and younger brother and sisters were off on some family outing, I tried out being without clothes for an hour here or an hour there. It felt comfortable, but I never dreamed I would ever try it in front of others. Still, skinny-dipping was on my mental “Bucket List” to try sometime in my life when – or if – I ever could summon the courage.
Our Annual “Mooning” Of Amtrak In Laguna Nigel
It occurs the second Saturday in July each year in Laguna Niguel, an otherwise quiet commuter town of 56,000, located just north of San Juan Capistrano in suburban Orange County, California.
But on this special day, and lasting for but a brief few seconds each hour, about a hundred people gather along the chain link fence in the parking lot behind the Mugs Away Saloon to give Amtrak passengers a special salute from those gathered: they get “mooned.” The crowds start to gather before dawn and the faces seem to turnover every few hours, to be replaced by a new group who can’t wait to bare their butts to the passing trains. It is most crowded between 10am and 4pm. There is a definite carnival atmosphere among the crowds of people too, with cars, camper trucks, motor homes and motorcycles parked all along the street. Some people brought their pets along: I saw dogs, cats, a snake, a parrot, and even an iguana. There was even a guy in a wheelchair, who carefully stood up for a few seconds and dropped his pants as the train rolled by.
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