Looking back, I do see a stream of latent tendencies of exhibitionism. Well, that, in addition to having the slightest edge of show-off in me. So, this Aussie friend and this Canadian friend have me thinking (something I try to do as little of as possible...it's highly overrated). Where, and when, did my enjoyment of being naked begin? It's only been in the last ten years that I've actually began really being comfortable with myself and my body. And only in that time that I've acquired a penchant for going to the nude beach (summer only, considering shrinkage concerns). My hubby and a friend took me to Rooster Rock in the summer of 1998. So, I really blame them for the creation of this enjoyment. And I wrote about it back in the spring. Since then, I've added Sauvie Island to my list of enjoyable places to spend summer afternoons. And I'm hoping to add Wreck Beach to the mix sometime soon. Before that time, I was a frightened, shy-to-be-naked guy. But introspection has gotten the best of me and I've tried to delve as far back into my childhood as I can to examine my moments of early indiscretions. One of the earliest was when we had a babysitter over when I was maybe 8-10 years old. Inevitably, they were young, cute, impressionable females. I thought it sort of fun if I turned off the electricity to the whole house at the main switch box, stripped down nude, turned the power back on after the screaming started, and then (the good part) I would come running out, jumping around naked. She'd cover her eyes and squeal like a pig. Not pretty. For her. But hilarious for me.
Another of my earliest times of impropriety was around age six with my school friend, Wes, in his mother's bathroom over in the poor people's trailer park. We'd strip, pee in front of each other, do a little touchy-feely, and that was it. Age ten brought me to the many nights I'd spend at my friend Mike's house. He wasn't shy at all, which I admired. So he would shower in front of me causing my young, influencable mind giant leaps of hormonal imbalance. And what about the men's room at Hillside Junior High where I lived to catch a glimpse of my school mates in action. Horrors! Or on church retreats trying to check out the developing bodys of my friends Joel or Randy. Things were Biblically heating up.
We had a large yard, about an acre, with a fenced-off area in the back. We'd play out there for hours. But when I was alone, I'd make sure no one was lookin and then drop my pants to my ankles, relieve myself out in the open, and think I was being ultra uber bad. Not long after, my mother tried to whip me with the nearest thing she could find which happened to be a full-sized 8-foot long 2x4 board. And boy did I need it! I had really been bad this time. I almost even am embarrassed to tell you (oh, who am I kidding..no I'm not). I had been caught with my trousers unzipped and trying to take a leak through a hole in the fence onto the back of my buddy. I don't recommend this antic until it's consensual. My mom nearly killed me swinging that board at my ass. But as soon as I started to develop, and puberty reared its ugly head, my brother found, and announced to all within earshot range, that he had seen a lone black hair under my left arm. That did it. From that moment on, I was in lock down mode. No one saw me with my clothes off. I was shy, closeted, and scared to be seen. And that horrible phase lasted a long, long time -- clear into adulthood. It was only after I had come out and began to discover who I really was that I began to develop my more healthy desire to be naked. I love the nude beach. The sun, the breeze, the friends and good times. And I really enjoy being alone there. The quietness of the river, sand, trees. It doesn't get much better. I still don't think that I'd want to take it all off for my parents, brother or sister today -- but it wouldn't' bother me as much as it'd bother them. I think the stigma has been removed. The scariness that someone would actually see me for who I am. Now, it just doesn't matter. It's a blast, a lot of freedom, to allow yourself to develop, in all areas, to a more secure adult than you were in the past. So, take it all off! I guarantee a whole new added dimension to your life.