The Cat’s Meow: A Very Naked Holiday

[Danee]

From: http://www.lsureveille.com/the-cat-s-meow-a-very-naked-holiday-1.2554882

The Cat’s Meow: A Very Naked Holiday

By Cathryn Core

My spring break featured an unconventional vacation.

A few friends and I headed out to blow off some steam at the start of
the Easter holiday to a cozy little "clothing optional" beach called
Hippie Hollow in Austin, Texas — a place where everyone is naked and
being clothed makes you an outcast.

It's not that I didn't expect many of you to get naked in public on
spring break. I guess the difference between me and you is that I did
it legally, and running down the Panama City beach in the buff means
you didn't.

I know nudism isn't necessarily the No. 1 priority on every (sober)
person's list, but for me, well, it has become somewhat of a hobby.
Not really a hobby, but I get a kick out of the initial mortification/
embarrassment/giddiness that goes along with taking off my clothes in
front of a crowd, observing the multitudes of nudie-lovers from the
beautiful bodies of the other young women and men to the dangling
members of creepy old men wearing nothing but socks and tennis shoes.

You're probably thinking, "Holy hell! This girl is a creep!" Yes, I
sought out this little adventure, and yes, I enjoyed the hell out of
it. But before you judge, I'd like to point out that after getting
past the initial anxiety, it's one of the most freeing experiences in
the world.

I thought I was mentally prepared because I'd been to topless beaches
in Croatia before, but Hippie Hollow was definitely completely
different than anything I've ever experienced.

As soon as we saw signs signaling the beach was near, my heart started
pounding, and I realized I had no clue what I had gotten myself into.

All I could think about was the fact that I can barely show cleavage
in public let alone willingly choose to run around in broad daylight
in my birthday suit. But there was no way I was going to back out,
especially since I was the one who came up with the brilliant idea in
the first place.

The first 15 minutes were the worst — arriving at the area with my
clothes still on, spotting the first few au naturale people (who just
so happened to be creepy and super old) walking along the park paths
completely comfortable with their parts flailing freely in the sun.

I tried with all my might not to seem like a blushing, giggling school
girl and not have a heart attack before my first article of clothing
came off. I finally realized that I couldn't flatten out my towel or
move my stuff around anymore to avoid the culmination of my fears.

It was time to strip down, and despite the sagging, wrinkly bodies
surrounding us, I still would've given anything to have translucent
Spanx on hand.

But once the clothes were off, it was like a whole new naked world had
opened to me, and I was more than proud to be a member. There was
naked hiking, naked swimming, naked friend-making, naked conversing —
and I was loving every single bit of it.

A big group of enthusiastic University of Texas as Austin students
parked next to us, and that's when the fun really began. These kids
were taking naked to a whole new level.

They were painting their bodies and most intimate parts with crazy
things from dragons to faces and taking on completely new outfits —
like the work woman with her tie and the sheriff (my favorite) whose
body paint ensemble came complete with chaps, a utility belt with guns
and a star on her bare chest, topped off with a cowboy hat.

The men took to tying flashing lights and painting their parts solid,
precious material colors like silver and gold, and decorating the
surrounding areas with ribbons and colored ponytail holders.

The combination of the UT kids' energy with our newfound naked fun in
the sun gave us all a high I can't even begin to explain.

So, I guess the moral of my little story is not that "life's a nude
beach, so get naked" because I might lose my job for saying that (I'm
not going to deny that if I happened to stumble upon a naked campus
day, I'd totally be down).

I guess what I'm trying to say is get naked, people (legally, of
course) or at least take a chance on something that makes you
completely uncomfortable — because the sense of freedom that comes
along with doing something new and outrageous is pretty darn awesome.

 

[Cabding]

Huzzah! Fully agree. First time I went even though I had been naked in my room for years was nerve wracking! But once you jump past that hurdle of being nude outdoors, with other people, you keep wanting to take it to the next level and make it part of your life. I can't imagine life without describing myself as a nudist now.