Out's Chris Jackson goes behind the closed doors of one of the region's
naturist camps. So what's it like getting your kit off? Chris Jackson
reveals the bare truth about naturists.
really recall when I first became embarrassed about being seen naked.
remember cringing in the corner as a teenager every time my dad
got out the old Super 8 projector to play back scenes of me as a
would conjure up flickering images of me clambering around in the
sand in the nuddy and regularly inflict them on perfectly respectable
is something about the way we’re brought up that instill in us a
fear of being naked, that it is somehow dirty to be seen without
your clothes on.
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forbid that our parents who looked after us all those years should
catch a glimpse of us in the altogether in later life.
is a taboo that most of us only break with a new partner.
seems that as adults the only occasions where we take our clothes
off for any length of time is to have a bath or have sex - either
way it’s something that should be kept private and if observed would
somehow be shameful.
why on earth would I want to take my kit off in front of strangers?
but when the Inside Out office came up with the brainwave of exploring
the modern day lives of naturists, I really didn’t have much choice.
camera never lies|
was a challenge that had to be met. I
couldn’t hide any faults that my body had accrued over the last
I went back to the gym, yes I tried to eat less, but who the hell
was I trying to kid?
camera never lies and I couldn’t pull out now could I?
and Derek made me feel quite at ease once I’d got inside the nudist
shows me the ropes|
been stripping off for decades but as leading members of the naturist
community they were only too aware that newbie nudies need to be
given time and space to shed their clothes for the first time.
was a cool day and even naturists wrap up when the temperature drops.
it was just this side of “kit off” and so the scenes you see on
the box are real.
trick photography, no stiff drink to calm the nerves, no going back.
was my baptism and I was about to see the light.
first time ...
first few minutes are awkward. I'm sitting round a table with two
totally naked people. In
the background families are preparing lunch, doing some gardening,
chatting away - everyone in the buff.
as if I’d been given a pair of those X-ray specs they used to advertise
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expect everyone to have honed bodies, not true.
me that was the best bit - no one gives a damn what you look like.
Fat or thin, muscle-bound or puny, young or old.
half an hour or so you become so immune to everyone’s nakedness
and you wonder what on earth all the fuss is about.
are still a secretive bunch though. Several families left when they
knew we were arriving with our camera.
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are only ever known by their Christian names for fear their neighbours
or work colleagues find out.
of us “textiles”, as they like to call us non-naturists, are now
used to seeing naked bodies on holiday beaches.
quite understand why naturists still feel obliged to huddle in remote
northern camps with high fences and secret addresses.
was it worth taking my clothes off?
reporters the world over will vouch for the fact were it not for
the camera they wouldn’t have had a tarantula crawling over their
hands or be walking the tightrope at the circus. It’s
a strange kind of dutch courage.
to the point would I become a naturist? The
answer has to be no. Not because I would be embarrassed anymore.
bottom line is that their freedom comes at a price - they lock themselves
away to be free. It’s a mad old world isn’t it.