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MY HOME NUDISM
[6-25-2000] As some of you know, I've
been trying to figure out lately how to present
my nudism to my family and find out if my
practice would be accepted around the house.
Well, the opportunity presented itself tonight:
[Last minute note: yesterday when I
was awakened to smoke alarms due to a burning
cookbook on the stove, I later said that
it was stupid of me to bother putting on
my shorts in the event of a fire. Mom
said "so you'd be standing there bare
naked?", and I said "well, of course".
This small chat was probably remembered later
in this story when she says I didn't used
to be like this (i.e. unashamed to be nude).]
After returning home from the video store,
I asked if anybody had to get in the "can"
(as I call it), because I was going to hop
in the shower. After getting out I
was toweling myself off, when the bathroom
door flew open. It was my mother, who
forgot I was in there, needing to get in
the bathroom. I was uncovered, just
holding the towel at the time. She
let out a yelp, and slammed the bathroom
door while apologizing profusely.
She said she forgot I was in there but needed
to get in there badly. I thought she
was acting silly, so I walked straight out
of there (in the middle of her sentence telling
me to wrap a towel around myself) and said
"get in there". I just stood
outside the door, continuing to dry off.
When she came out, as when going in, she
averted her eyes like I was holding a not-yet-wrapped
birthday present.
Later in the kitchen (now wearing shorts),
I said her reaction was as if I was holding
a severed head. She again said how
she forgot I was in there, and I just said
I didn't care [about being seen naked].
I then said that the only reason I was wearing
the shorts at the time was because they (my
parents) couldn't accept it maturely.
She said that I was "turning into a
real nature-boy", and I said it's already
been done (I didn't say how long I've enjoyed
nudity). A minute later I said I was
most comfortable when not wearing anything,
and had been wondering for a while how it
would be accepted if I did that around the
house. She said that she could definitely
not accept that. Somewhere along this
conversation was how I didn't used to be
like this; I said I started thinking for
myself [anytime I ever do something differently,
it's beyond comprehension for them; are all
parents like this?].
I asked why it's so unacceptable, trying
to get a logical or sensible answer; the
answer was "it's propriety".
Being slightly unfamiliar with that word,
I asked what does that mean, but got no answer
(I later looked it up to find that it means
conformity; they expect me to be a non-thinking
conformist). Instead she starts telling
my dad how I'm asking why it would be unacceptable
for me to go around naked. He just
said that he couldn't handle all the laughter
(an entirely predictable response from him).
She then started saying how nudity is for
"pygmy people and African tribes who
go around naked all the time".
Pretty much end of discussion now, though
I did say that it's their house and I'll
respect their rules.
So all in all, I got the exact response that
I would have predicted: mother is dead-set
against my nudity with no good argument to
back up the objection, dad makes a childish
joke about it, and neither can accept it
maturely. I'll just continue to do
what I have been doing to enjoy the nudist
lifestyle, and perhaps another opportunity
will arise to be able to really talk about
it. I'm sure they will be a bit shocked
that I've visited nudist resorts, should
I tell them that. Oh well, I'll just
wait and see.
MC
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update since then: 9-25-00
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I had forgotten that I wrote this story,
and since then I've had a few more conversations
to add to the pot. I forgot to write
these down so the memories are fuzzy or missing.
I'll try my best.
As I may have written about before, the gutters
on our house get plugged up very easily.
A thin layer of leaves covering the downspout
can cause the entire length of gutter to
fill up and overflow. I'd have thought
that amount of water would force the leaves
down, but it doesn't. As the water
overflows it drops straight down along the
foundation of the house and puddles (this
waterfall action has dug a trench that catches
water). As it puddles it seeps in through
the foundation and into the basement, causing
a small flood if it's not caught in time.
[Flashback time...] I've written someplace
about a time back in the summer of '97 when
my parents took a 3-week driving vacation
down to Florida, giving me the whole house
to myself. I spent this entire time
nude, except for when going out into the
front yard or driving to the store or something.
One night we had one HELLUVA storm, and sure
enough our gutters were plugged. Our
basement was flooding in at least 2 spots,
and I was having a hard time keeping up with
the wet/dry vac and mops. I knew I
had to do something. First I went out
to the garage to find a hoe, and dug a trench
away from the house to drain the water puddle.
I was covered in mud; it would have been
SOOO stupid if I gave into clothes-compulsion
and wore something! (It was dark anyway.)
This trench helped some but not a lot, so
I decided to go up on the roof, still nude,
and clean out the gutters in one of the worst
thunderstorms I'd ever seen. I got
up and back down safely, and the problem
was solved. I do remember that the
rain felt wonderful!
Back to the present now. A few times
this summer we had storms and rain showers
come up quickly, and I had forgotten to check
the gutters before it started. Needless
to say, the gutters were plugged and overflowing
down to the foundation (parents were home,
by the way). I quietly went up to my
room, stripped off, and stepped out onto
the front porch roof through my bedroom window.
I figured that even though it was daylight
out, the rain was hard enough to conceal
or blur any visibility somebody would have
of me, and also they'd probably be paying
too close attention to the road. After
unplugging the gutters I went back in and
toweled off (with the towel I bought for
going to the nude resort). I got dressed
and went back downstairs to check the flow
of the gutter. At this point they knew
I'd done it but didn't know I was nude at
the time; however, they never noticed that
my shorts were dry while my hair was soaking
wet.
At a later date with a different storm, I
had the same story with the gutters.
However, there was one buildup of leaves
in a gutter, halfway across a dormer window
and I couldn't reach it from the outside.
So instead, when I got back in and toweled
off, I went out into our upstairs "hallway"
to reach out the window and get the clog
from there. To describe our stairs,
they come up from the door in our dining
room, to a "landing" where these
windows are, and reverses direction to go
up another 3 steps. As I was right
here on this landing reaching out the window,
my mother opens up the door behind me at
the bottom of the stairs! Seeing my
naked butt, she lets out a yelp and closes
the door, apologizing profusely because she
didn't know I was naked. [Later proofreading:
I just realized that I used the same descriptions
of a yelp and profuse apologizing that I
used up above in a different story.
I didn't know that when I wrote it, but that's
just the best way to describe it, so I'll
leave it like that.]
After I'd cleared the area she called up
the stairs, asking if I'd been out doing
the gutters nude as well. My initial
reaction was to lie and say, "no, I
was wearing shorts". After about
2 or 3 seconds of thought, I realized I was
wrong and stupid to lie; I had no reason
to. So I put on my shorts, marched
downstairs, and said, "I'm sick of lying,
I was [nude out on the roof]. I don't
remember what was said after this, but I
think it was something like "that's
fine". After this day there was
at least one more occasion where I went out
on the roof nude to clean out the gutters
in a rainstorm.
~~~~~~~
Recently there have been a few other talks
about my nudity, but nothing really major.
I have this annoying habit of responding
to something nude-related, then quickly changing
the subject. I'm sure it's all part
of the years of mental conditioning I had,
learning to be uncomfortable with talking
about nudity. It's something I'm going
to have to unlearn if I want to talk more
openly about this with my family. However,
the other day I actually initiated a small
conversation.
A few nights ago I was outdoors enjoying
the night air and getting a little exercise,
nude of course. It was a cool night
so I wasn't outside very long. Right
when I came in and was closing the back door
by the kitchen, my mother comes out of their
bedroom and into the kitchen to get some
juice. I had left my shorts in my bedroom,
so at this time all I'm carrying is a light
and my cordless phone, wearing nothing but
shoes. I knew that if I just walked
into the kitchen, it would scare the crap
out of my mom to have a person, who happens
to be naked, coming into the house at 2:30
AM. Instead of causing a heart attack,
I quietly went down the basement stairs and
waited for her to go back to bed.
The next day I figured this would be a good
opportunity for discussion. While helping
put away glasses from the dishwasher, I said
how it reminded me of the previous night
(sound of clinking glasses, similar to getting
one out for juice). I told my story
of how at that moment I was standing at the
back door wearing nothing but my shoes, and
how I didn't want to cause a fright.
The "nude" detail didn't go unnoticed,
so she clarified. I said yes it's true,
so she clarified again, was I going outside
like that? I again said yes; she said
"hmmm...", and said that "people
just don't go outside naked".
I said that it's very comfortable and relaxing
[to go outdoors nude], and that wearing nothing
is a great way to live.
She suddenly joked, "hey, I know!
You could join a nudist colony!"
I said that they're not called colonies,
but called resorts (in retrospect I should
have clarified why they don't like to be
called colonies). I said that the thought
had crossed my mind but it's very expensive
to join as a member (certainly more than
I can afford right now). She said,
"been looking into it, eh?"
I said yes, that it was over $300 or maybe
$700, I couldn't remember for sure.
The talk pretty much ended here, but later
I thought that I should have taken this talk
as an opportunity to clear the air about
my lies from last summer and tell the truth
that I had visited nude resorts rather than
spending days on the weekend over at the
airport. I also later thought that
I should have told how I'd been going outdoors
like that for years. Oh well, another
time....small steps.
Now, some people might be wondering why it's
always my mother who I have these conversations
with. I'm not entirely sure, but I'd
say that (1) I haven't had similar opportunities
to talk to my dad about it; and (2) I think
that even if the reaction is shock or non-acceptance,
I'll at least be able to have a more open
discussion with my mom whereas a talk with
my dad would be lined with stupid jokes about
it [see above: dad says he couldn't
handle all the laughter]. I haven't
talked with my brother about it because I
don't think he'd be able to maturely accept
it. While none of them can maturely
accept or talk about it, and they all think
nudity=sex, I think my brother is like that
in extra amounts. I'll have to see
what future talks hold. While once
at a lake with my brother, I told him "I
wonder what the reaction would be if somebody
around here was skinny-dipping".
He said he wouldn't really care unless there
were little kids around, in which case the
pervert better put his clothes on [not his
exact words I'm sure, but same meaning].
So obviously he thinks nudity=sex and that
children who see naked people will be mentally
twisted for life. I really hope I'll
be able to someday educate my family about
how good and family-oriented naturism is;
I have no need to "convert" them
to nudists, only educate them on the truth.