Streaking - My First Experience With Social Nudity
(Guest Nudist Blog By Anon)
I have never been very much of a daredevil. But there has always been something so seductively enticing about the experience of streaking down the street. I had heard stories of others doing it as a dare, or even when they were intoxicated. Naturally I wanted to try my hand at it. The only things that have been standing in my way were the lack of appropriate opportunities (cop-out I know), and the confidence to actually do it. That all changed one night during high school.
I was at a party with my girlfriends when someone mentioned that no one had gotten naked yet. Most of us simply brushed off the comment and continued to hold our conversations. However, as the night progressed, and people became more relaxed, the idea suddenly didn’t seem so bad. A few people joked about the idea of heading to the store and disrobing in the middle of the aisle, but that idea was way too risky. Instead, a handful of us decided that we were going to streak down the middle of the street.
After about the first five minutes, the initial excitement that was in my mind was replaced with anxiety. I had never been really all that comfortable with my body image, so the idea of actually showing all of it to anyone and everyone was mind-boggling. I began to think of ways in which I could back out without looking like a coward. But I could find none! The only option I felt I had, if I did not want to look like a chicken, was to go through with it and suffer the inevitable consequences later.
One by one, people began getting naked. They Were dropping their clothes on the porch and took their turns running up and down the block. As my turn got closer and closer, I began to feel more and more anxious. But as I stood there, in my t-shirt and panties, I began to realize just how fast the experience really was. In addition, it seemed as though most people were feeling the same sense of nervousness as I was.
And then it was my turn. Once I was at the head of the line, I decided to pump myself up so much that I could actually go through with it. However, instead of taking my clothes off in front of everyone, I walked far enough away from them to where I could take them off alone. And just like that, I was naked in public! But once I was naked and began running down that street, I was amazed - it felt so exhilarating!
At the time, I was only really proud of myself for actually going through with it. But looking back, I see how significant that experience was because it was the first time I just felt free.
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About the Author (Author Profile)Jordan Blum is a lifelong nudie and co-founder of Young Naturists America.
I've been going nude in public for a long time, but mainly with like-minded people, so that's easy. The feeling of being free never changes (I think). I can hardly think of swimming with my clothes on. It seems so silly. There are people that pull a face, or feel a little awkward sometimes, but in general the reactions are an indifference or ignoring. Anyway, not my problem. I enjoy it :)