By Becky Stanworth

From the Rants of a mad naked woman blog

So, I went to my second naked swim the other day and it was very friendly, welcoming and relaxed, as I have come to expect from naturist meets. However, there was one thing that stood out at this particular swim: I was the only woman. It was a small swim, only ten of us in fact. Now, if I hadn't met the majority of these men before, I think I would have been rather intimidated and may have been worried about being stared at etc. Had it been my first naturist meeting, I would most likely have run a mile.

By Sue Higginson

Of course I don’t mean, in asking this question, for you to say “my mother” or, worse still (especially for a teenage girl), “my father”. No, I mean someone outside the family circle. Was it a boyfriend or girlfriend, or later a committed partner or husband? It’s a question that doesn’t get asked that often, yet as naturists it’s quite interesting to consider. Initial introductions to naturism are for us quite significant.

In the hot summer of 1976 I was invited round on a Saturday to my then boyfriend’s house, where he was alone for the weekend. I rang the bell and the door creaked open, but with no figure to be seen. I walked in, and behind the door was Jonathan – stark naked. I had seen him bare-chested, but this was a bit of a shock. He looked really great, fit and tanned. He smiled and after a kiss led me through to the garden. It was, considering we were in South London, totally secluded, so that neighbours could not see over. He poured me some sangria; two loungers, with (curiously, I thought) towels on them, were set either side of a neat table. It was very sultry and reminded me of holidays in Spain.