When I was in middle school, I remember a rare instance of having the house to myself. I stripped down and just enjoyed the feeling of being naked, which was always taboo in our household. It was dark out, so I ventured outside in our driveway, imagining what it would be like to be caught, preferably by an attractive female.
In high school, I started taking walks to a nearby cemetery after dark, stripping down and walking naked, daring myself to see how far from my clothes I could get. It got to where I’d walk to the edge of the cemetery and stand there while a car would pass by on the Main Street, hoping they would see me. Nobody ever stopped or even slowed down.
At 18, I went off to college and started modeling nude for art classes. I loved being naked for the students, but I really loved when people not in the class came in or when the door to the room got left open when I was naked in a pose. I also went to nudist resorts.
When I was 42, I flew to San Francisco to walk naked in the Bay to Breakers 12k. I was naked in front of tens of thousands of people. I loved it so much that I kept going back year after year.
I’ve also asked several Ecstatic Dance facilitators if I could dance nude at their events. After all, they say you can dance how you want in a judgement free space. Most of them say no, but one five day camping festival said yes. I’ve gone there three years and been naked the entire time.
