Growing up in a conservative Southern Baptist family I never would have thought that I would ever become a nudist. There were times of bathing with my cousins, and being dressed by my mother in the living room with family all around, but that all ended while I was still very young. Neither nudity nor sexuality were ever discussed with my brothers or I by our parents- it just wasn’t something that was talked about. The first time I ever saw a naked woman was as an early teenager, when my brother gave me one of his magazines.

I never had any fields or woods to run around in, like some lucky souls, and never even felt the desire to be naked outside- at least not until I was nineteen or twenty. That’s when I just started to get… restless. I would stay up late at night watching bad movies on cable, and once my parents were soundly asleep I would head outside, where I would soon be naked. I didn’t wander much, except for one memorable trip all the way around the neighborhood. Usually I would just walk up and down the street.

These new desires were all very strange to me. I had had my times of looking through “men’s” magazines, but that had all gotten pretty boring pretty fast. Much later I realized I had been looking for something, but at the time I didn’t know that I was even looking, much less what it was that I was looking for. Now I know.

As I grew up I sketched and drew all the time- to the point of getting in trouble for it in school. After the normal phase of cars, planes and spaceships, I discovered that the best subject there was to draw was other people. They were all basically the same, but yet all different. There was an infinite variety of subjects in one subject: the human body. I was, and still am, drawn especially to nudes. There was just… something… about them. Something elusive. I still hadn’t figured it out yet, but I was getting closer. For years I thought I was just your run of the mill pervert.

That all changed about a year and a half ago. I finally figured out what I had been looking for in those magazines, and later in more mainstream art, and I also found out why I had wanted to run around my parent’s neighborhood without any clothes on. I simply enjoy nudity. I enjoy my own nudity, being naked for no other reason than that I enjoy it, and I also enjoy non-sexual visions of nudity.

All those years that was what I had been looking for. I had been looking for nudity- but nudity in a way that most of our society doesn’t see it: without it being inherently sexual. I consider the human body, especially the naked human body, to be the greatest piece of artwork ever created, and it deserves nothing but honor and respect. There is no reason what-so-ever for it to need to be covered, except for climatic reasons.

All of these realizations came quite suddenly, as a result of my being able to talk my wife Myra into going to a nudist resort, which was an accomplishment at the time. I didn’t know why I wanted to go so bad, but I REALLY wanted to go. I also didn’t want to do it secretly or without her consent. Maybe I wanted someone else to be “guilty” with me, I don’t know. What I do know is that as I was finally able to experience being freely nude outside, and around others who felt as I did, I finally began to understand myself more. I wasn’t a freak. I just liked being naked.

Both Myra and I were involved deeply in our church at that time, and when the leadership of that church found out we had joined a nudist “camp”, we were immediately removed from all duties. As we’ve grown and matured since then, we’ve come to realize that we weren’t wrong in what we were doing, and that there is nothing to be ashamed of in being nudists. I’m still the same Christian I was before, and maybe even more free in Christ now than I was before, if that makes sense. I’m no longer bound by tradition, by doing things the way they’ve always been done. I consider that dangerous. I don’t just follow along like the rest of the good little sheep: I read and study God’s Word, and see what it really says. I have His Spirit to be my guide, instead of blindly accepting the teachings of men who I fear are just… well, doing things the way they’ve always been done, whether right OR wrong.

Here lately, I’ve even “discovered” some more convictions, and they should prove to be interesting. I have always wanted to display nude artwork in my home, and now I realize that I am free to do so if I want. If somebody gets upset, that’s their own problem. I know that sounds pretty selfish and unreasonable, not to mention uncaring, but it isn’t. There isn’t enough space here for me to explain it well, but anyone curious enough can contact me, and I’ll be happy to explain further.

The only step that I haven’t taken yet is to be nude in my own home when family or friends visit. That step may take a lot of discussion before anyone will put up with it, much less approve, but it is coming. They just don’t know it yet.

God Bless
--Kevin

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