themelaninatednudist: This past weekend something major happened. I had one of those experiences tha
themelaninatednudist: This past weekend something major happened. I had one of those experiences that tend to drastically impact your life in a great way. I guess you can say that I checked the thing that sat alone at the top of my bucket list. As you can probably tell by the picture associated with this post, I FINALLY made it to a nude beach and participated. Here’s the story, bare (lol) with me this may be a long one… Work has been. Easy busy for the last few weeks. I work in higher education and this means my May, June, and July are seemingly dry months with not much going on. August on the other hand is another story. For the past couple of weeks, my life has been consumed with work. I’ve literally woke up thinking about what I had to do in the morning and went to sleep thinking about what I still needed to get done. I work in a field that is highly social and I although I’m an extrovert by nature, I reached my limit this past weekend. Reaching my limit couldn’t have come at a better time, because I was given a rare August weekend off. My schedule was clear for Saturday and Sunday and I had yet to make plans. I woke up really early Saturday morning because I was having trouble sleeping. I was literally tossing and turning because I felt like I was wasting time in bed. I got up and took a shower pondering what I could get in to for the day. The usual things crossed my mind…visit a coffee shop, go to a museum, find a park to chill at, drive around exploring the city. Nothing seemed to really stand out. Then in a moment of randomness, I thought maybe I should drive to New Jersey and finally check out the only nude beach in my area. It literally took me all of fifteen minutes of constantly going back and forth with my thoughts that I decide this day trip was definitely happening. New Jersey was three hours away and he excitement alone provided me with the motivation to make the drive. At that moment, I decide to get dressed minimally, because I wouldn’t really need clothes where I was going, I packed a bag for the day, and I hopped in my car and started driving. I didn’t really hit me that I was really doing this until I got to the Delaware state line and was paying my first toll charge. I couldn’t believe this was finally happening. For those of you who have been following me, I’ve been on this journey of nudism and self discovery for about four years now. It has been my goal since day one to make a trip to Gunnison beach to experience what it felt like to be nude surrounded by others in a public area. This was my moment, my chance to finally be as free as I’ve always wanted to be. Back to the story, as I passed through Maryland, Delaware, and entered Nee Jersey I couldn’t help but get more and more excited. It felt as if i was a little kid anxiously awaiting Christmas morning to roll around so I could open my presents. The only differences was that I’m 27 years old and it was the middle of August. Nevertheless, my excitement peaked when my gps stated I was only 30 minutes away. I left Maryland around 11:30am and arrived at Gunnison beach at about 2:20pm. Upon arriving, I was confused. I didn’t see many signs stating I was at a nude beach like I had seen in pics. All I saw was a parking lot and tons of people in clothing. I got out of the car and decided to follow the only path that was laid out for visitors to explore and see what I would find. The pathway was long but after a while, I began to see the sign I was looking for at a distance. As I approached, the pictured sign I was finally able to say I had made it. My first few steps onto nudist beach lands were overwhelming. There were naked people everywhere and there seemed to be no where for me to place my things to get comfortable. Before stripping, I walked up and down the coast a few times searching for the perfect spot to get comfortable. I can’t lie and act like I wasn’t doing what most people of color would do in my position. I was walking around hoping to find other black nudist to hang around. On my second trip along the coast, I spotted other nudist of color and headed in that direction. Upon entering that space, I spoke with a head nod, laid out my towel, and proceeded to get naked! I’ve been to many nudist events over the years but this moment had to be the most liberating minute of my life. I can’t hardly explain the feeling I felt when my last piece of clothing hit the ground. To sum it up, I felt like I was free for the first time again! This was like the first time I ever stripped at that naked yoga class, but ten times better! Never had I been surrounded by so many other people who were into what I was into. It’s crazy how finding your place in the world can heal you in ways you didn’t realize needed healing. Representation matters. Being a nudist isn’t just something I do on trips and weekends. It’s actually become something that I have incorporated into my daily life. It’s just as much a part of me as my love for people. Over the years, I’ve opened up so much more and shared my lifestyle with those close to me. But I’m still not all he way out there with my chosen way of living and being able to be surrounded by others who were just like me felt right. Per usual, I was there alone yet I felt so connected with everyone there. Although I didn’t recognize a single soul on the beach, I could definitely feel the love that was in the air. There were people of all shapes, sizes, ethic backgrounds, genders, and ages. No one was concerned by the things that we tend to learn growing up about our bodies. If insecurities were present, they were all silenced as people enjoyed the freedom of being free of clothing and free of judgement. This is a feeling I believe everyone should feel! In ever experience, I always try to find some deeper meaning as to why I’m here. I think me being in that space at that time, was for me to re-affirm my decision to live the nudist life. Sometimes we get lost in why we do what we do. For as long as I could remember, I have been insecure about my body. It was always something I was overcoming. Me being on that beach was another “declaration of my independence” from those insecurities. My day trip to Gunnison was everything I hoped and dreamed it would be. It was exactly what I needed to recharge and prepare for the long work week I was sure was to come. As I lay on my couch in my living room on this Tuesday morning, I am literally still high from that experience. I am already planning my next day trip to Gunnison beach but next time I want to take some friends and family with me so that they can experience it as well. As usual, I am so grateful for those of you who read my post. Please inbox me your stories, ideas for new content, questions, etc! I look forward to building community in whatever way possible. 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