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I’m a Loner…a Rebel

July 1, 2009 by Adrienne

This week my coworkers have been all aflutter about my trip to Amsterdam next week.  Most of them are surprised I’m going alone.  One in particular proclaimed she would never travel that far alone.  Even my mom keeps hinting that maybe I might want to think about a group tour for some of my upcoming jaunts.

But I’m a loner and I always have been.  I pop in and out of relationships (if you can even call them that) at the speed of light.  Most of my friends are virtual (which makes them no less dear, mind you). Even my family is best kept in touch with via phone (save for mom).   So traveling alone is pretty much ideal for me. Plus, traveling as a single female has it’s bonuses.  Setting aside the fact that I get to do exactly what I want to, when I want to (morning person here), I usually have no problem meeting someone along the way.  Already I have plans to meet someone on my first day for a trip to the nude beach in Amsterdam.   And who knows who I’ll hook up with meet during the rest of the trip?

I’ll be the first to admit that there are some definite benefits to traveling with a buddy or group.  You’re less of a target. You often get better rates (so many places rip you off by charging a half room rate, meaning double if you are alone).  You also have someone to go along to places you might otherwise be a bit timid about going to.  Like say…a coffeehouse in Amsterdam! I have no significant experience with such fare (even college doesn’t count) but you can’t go to Amsterdam and not take advantage of it’s quasi legal status.  But I’m a novice and it will be quite clear.  And I’ve had…strange…experiences with pot.  So a partner in crime (so to speak) would come in handy.

Perhaps this is one I might save for future trips.  After all, if Amsterdam is as awesome as I think it will be, it will be worth it to get into a relationship and come back.

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Bottle # 13: Emerald Lake, Houston, Texas

June 29, 2009 by Adrienne

Emerald Lake

Emerald Lake

In preparation for my trip next week to Amsterdam/Oostende/Paris I decided to try out a local nudist “resort” called Emerald Lake here in Houston.  Since I’m meeting someone at the nude beach in the Netherlands I wanted to arrive with a uniform body color.  It just wouldn’t do to have him think I’m some sort of novice at this.

Why it never occurred to me to try out Emerald Lake before is beyond me.  I like Austin and do have a sort of love for Hippie Hollow, but gosh it’s so much better to drive 30-45 minutes to a local lake than it is 3 hours to Austin.   But everyone who does this had always pointed to Hippie Hollow so that was the “in” place to be.  After going this past weekend to Emerald Lake I think that’s my new local nudist hang out.

The website didn’t mention anything about hours and had something there about introducing yourself so people don’t think you’re some sort of perv (my words).  So I sent an e-mail asking about hours and introducing myself as a fellow nudist!  Just so you know, the office hours are from 10-6.  This gave me time to dilly dally around Saturday morning, as opposed to my usual break of dawn take-off for Hippie Hollow to score the best spots.

Around 9:30 I headed north to Emerald Lake from midtown.  Being Saturday morning the traffic was mild. When I got on 494 loop searching out the place I finally passed what looked like a steel fenced warehouse with one sign that said Emerald Lake.  I guess I was sort of expecting something resembling  the entrance to a campground or national park or something.  In retrospect it makes since to have corrugated fencing because heaven knows the lookie-loos would congregate in force if they didn’t.  Also in retrospect I should have taken a photo to show you what the outside looks like so you’ll know what to look for should you decide to take a visit.

There is a buzzer on the outside which you press and hold and the gate opens for you. It’s not so much a resort as it is a campground.   There is an office/clubhouse/boardinghouse, a lot of picnic tables, places to pitch a tent, and several campers further out.  As it turns out the lake is the permanent residence of several members.  Oh what a life…. The owner recognized me from my e-mail when I stopped to pay my $30 (non-AANR fee) and sign the drowning waiver and show my ID.  Only 18 and up there.   Then I got the grand tour from a regular female member.

The clubhouse has a TV and a pool table.  Supposedly at night they have a lot of fun because there is also a dance floor, complete with disco ball and DJ table. Although I’m only in this for the swimming and all-over tan I may hang around one day just for the experience.  They also have sodas for a dollar if you forget drinks (a must have for any nude beach experience).  Someone there came up with a really neat idea for towels that hang over the back of your chair and have pockets for all your change, sunscreen, etc.  Towels are another must have, especially at a resort where you’d rather not want to sit where someone’s bare ass has been before, anymore than they want to sit where yours has been.  There are also basic, but neat and clean, rooms to stay in if you decide you want to spend the night.  Washing machines, showers, bathrooms, yadda yadda yadda.

Here’s where Emerald Lake and Hippie Hollow are different.   Hippie Hollow certainly gets more crowds, especially during certain times of year.  So by default it’s also more diverse.  Not racially…nudism is still pretty darn white (despite the tans :) ).    Not a problem for me if it’s not a problem for them.  But at Hippie Hollow you’ll find young and old (though the standard, as in most places, seems to be middle aged). You’ll find people who are obviously well educated and upper class and people who obviously aren’t and everyone in between.  Swingers abound.  Single men into the scene and single men looking to “see.”  LOTS of gay men, a sprinkling of female couples, a rare single female.  It’s always something new.

BUT the following are the reasons why I like Emerald Lake better (and it will give you a nice tidy summary of the place:

  • Lounge chairs.  They have a good number of them there for you to sit or lie on, either on the beach by the lake or on the grass.  Anyone who’s been to Hippie Hollow will see this alone as a HUGE bonus.  IF you can find a flat space at HH to lie/sit on, you still have to bring a chair or (thick) yoga mat to pad your ass.  Towels alone don’t cut it.  There are also umbrellas to shade you when the sun starts to get to you.
  • Floaty stuff.  They have scads of stuff from those floating tube things to those floating bed things.  I stuck with the tubes so I could at least get wet.  At HH you bring your own.  They also have canoes and one of those zip sliders for jumping off of into the lake.
  • Amenities.  It is nice to not have to hike to get to the bathroom or, as in the case of my lazy ass, use the lake (1 not 2!).   Plus they have drinks when you find out you haven’t brought enough (trust me you will) and face the idea of cozying up to some questionable man/couple who think you’ll join him/them later on.  Hot tub. Check. Place to cool off inside. Check
  • Cool People.  In retrospect I have not been very kind here on my blog to some members of the nudist community.  I’ve learned that just because someone is missing their front teeth and talks with verrry southern accent it doesn’t mean they can’t be friendly. Having lived in Texas long enough I’m not instantly put off by an accent from round these parts.  And at Emerald Creek they were quite heavy.  And lots of tattoos.  And a fair amount  of smoking. For the most part the clientele is pretty monolithic group.  But they most certainly were friendly to me.  But then again, the nudist life is rather sweet for single females.  The owner even mentioned giving me a discount on the year-membership because I was one.

Things I didn’t like:

  • Smoking.   The beach is rather small and when someone lights up the smoke is bound to get to you.  And at least a few people did. But I’m sensitive to that.
  • Warm Water.  In all fairness Houston has been breaking records all week.  But the water was quite warm, offering little in the way of relief from the sun. There were pockets of cool water near my feet.  I’m guessing when the weather isn’t so unbearable it’s better. 
  • Dirty Water. The water at Hippie Hollow is not exactly spring clean, but here there were bits of floating fauna.  Apparently one of the members does usually clean it up  on a regular basis and since so many people were complaining about it this is unusual.
  • Lake animals.  I did see a turtle or two pop it’s head up.  But everyone kept talking about how the turtles snap and the fish nibble and when you’re naked that’s not something you want to hear. Watch your goodies!

In sum Emerald Lake is a great alternative to Hippie Hollow, especially if you live in Houston.   One I certainly plan on visiting often. It’s slightly less anonymous as everyone seems to know everyone else.  But if you want to be left alone, people will respect that.   There is less opportunity for the sorts of shenanigans that go on at Hippie Hollow, which may or may not be a good thing depending on your point of view.  You won’t have to worry about some asshole snapping your photo with his cell phone.  Guys and couples will be more hesitant about making advances.  In fact they seemed to be fairly wary of single men who arrived, polite but watchful.

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Something New

June 1, 2009 by Adrienne

Sorry for the delay in posting prior comments, but thanks all for your concern.  A week out and I’m feeling a little more secure with myself.

That said, I’m still hesitant to go back to Hippie Hollow any time soon.  Eventually I’ll have to I suppose because I still have the bottle of Fris vodka I bought in exchange for shacking up with my friend over the weekend.  But what fun is Hippie Hollow if I can’t go down to where the water is?  Another accident and I’ll probably be banned from the park!

But I have a trip to Europe coming up, which involves at least 2 nude beach adventures.  I have no intention going without my body being the exact same color on my ass as it is on my face.

So I went in search of other Texas nudist haunts. Somewhere in the back of my mind was a memory of hearing about a beach nearby or a resort.   A quick google search later reminded me of the Bolivar/McFadden beach…which, if memory serves me, is not quite “official.”  Besides, that I’m not sure of the condition after Rita and Ike.  Today is the start of hurricane season and sure enough there were plenty of reports and photos regarding the obliteration of the Bolivar peninsula…which has yet to fully recover.

So I looked for the resort.  I’m not usually a fan of resorts as they tend to involve a lot more socializing  and “rules” than I prefer.  Besides, the only thing I want to do nude is lie down or swim.  Given my usual need for a bra Volleyball, tv watching, and cook outs just aren’t as fun when nude.  But beggars can’t be choosy.  So I’ve decided on Emerald Lake resort.

The pros:

  • Much closer than Austin
  • They have a lake for swimming (and sand to collect!)
  • They have wi-fi (not sure if that will be an issue though)
  • Chances are I won’t leave with a rash
  • No rock climbing
  • beach chairs

The cons:

  • I have a horrid inkling that they are of different ilk than Hippie Hollow folks
  • Costs $20 more to get in than at Hippie Hollow…but when I factor in the gas it probably comes out even
  • Lots of “events” going on

So at some point before July 4th I will be testing the waters.  Stay tuned! 

Too bad I’ll miss the record breaking skinny dip!

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I Will Survive or What Happens When You Have an Oopsie at Hippie Hollow

May 26, 2009 by Adrienne

Last week I took Friday off to prepare for my long awaited Memorial day weekend up at Hippie Hollow.  It was a lovely day and I was feeling rather blessed to be able to take a day off with no problems and indulge in things like a pedicure and a trip to Central Market to load up on food.  It was going to be an awesome weekend! 

I caught myself feeling rather guilty at having such a good life.  Then I checked myself.  A long time ago something (minor) happened that made me realize I should enjoy the good times because right around the corner is a big pile of shit waiting for you to step in it. Case in point: my Memorial Day Weekend.

It all started well enough.  I had my book on cd from the library and a freshly loaded and charged ipod.  I woke up bright and early at 5am, stopped off at BofA to get dinero for the park fee and, of course, Starbucks to get me through the first leg of the 3 hour drive up to Austin.  I made it to the park early and was happy to find only one other car in the lot.  The primo spots were mine for the taking.

Unfortunately the water level was still low.  This proved to be bad for reasons beyond not finding a decent spot to lie in.  But more on that later. I wandered around to my new favorite spot in the little cove beyond the second bathroom only to find nothing but rocks near the water.   I ran into the one other park occupant who told me it was very unlikely I’d find a spot near the water.  I ended up trekking back to the little place before the second bathroom where there was an actual beach, even if it was clouded in shade at that moment.  In a few hours I the sun would be high enough to give me that tan I so desperately needed, right?  Little did I know….

There was one clothed man eating an avocado at the stairs where I wanted to be.  I didn’t like it one bit, but he didn’t have the aura of an ogler and he was sitting there first so I had no cause to complain.  There’s no point in going to nude beaches if you are worried about people seeing you naked after all.   So I made my way down, created a comfy spot (or as much as there can be at Hippie Hollow) and stripped. 

An hour later a reader of this blog woke me from my stupor and introduced himself. We sat and chatted.  It turns out he’s a Mormon (LDS?…I’m not sure about the PCness here) and he was thanking me for introducing him to LDS nudists through my blog!  Always happy to be of help to fellow nudists.  He had created a spot higher up where the crowds usually are and so after about half an hour we parted ways.

Then tragedy struck.

If you happened to be in the park around 9:30 ish and an hour or so after, all that hoopla?  Yeah, that was me.  Unknown fact (til now): I have hip replacements.  So  there…now you know all bodies on nude beaches aren’t perfect.  Anyway the right was recently done and I made the boneheaded move of turning my knee inward and…bam!  out came the ball from the socket.    I won’t go into the details of the excruciating pain that caused, except to say I imagine it will be what it’s like if I give birth….to twins…..at the exact same time…without meds.  Here are photos to illustrate the point:

The difference between what my hip should and shouldn't look like.

The difference between what my hip should and shouldn't look like.

As I lay there screaming and helpless but, in the words of Mr. Burns, finding only slack jawed gawkers (and shame on you guys!!!), I finally called out specifically to a man who happened to be walking by.  He also happened to be my Mormon (LDS?) friend from before.  I’ll call him Sam*.  Someone up there was paying attention.  Related Note:This whole experience questioned my lack of spirituality.  Still opposed to organized religion, but I’ve no cause to pick on religious individuals and have to wonder at certain pieces falling into place.

Long story short in bullet format:

  • Sam rushes down to my aid, holds my leg in place to keep it from moving and bringing on more unimaginable pain
  • Sam continues to hold even when it’s obvious rocks and pieces of glass from inconsiderate asses who violate the park rules and bring in glass bottles only to break them are digging into his knees
  • I stupidly ask Sam to get my phone so I can call my mom and have her look online to see how we can get my hip back into place
  • Mom, predictably, tells me in no uncertain terms to CALL THE PARAMEDICS!
  • Sam, thinking far more straight than I am at the time, suggests calling the ranger and does so
  • Ranger calls EMS
  • Sam, still thinking far more straight than I am, suggests I put my top back on.  Note I am now rather embarrassed at the indelicate poses I must have made completely naked while my mind was focused elsewhere.
  • All in all poor Sam made about 4-5 trips up and down the rocks for me.  And got all my belonging safely back to my car.

Now here’s the part that will be helpful for your purposes.  When EMS is called you get not only EMS, but the fire department and a bunch of park rangers as well.  This is especially if, as was the case this weekend (Memorial Day Weekend!?), there are no boats on hand to carry you out the easy way.  All in all there were about 15 guys total.  Fortunately they were all strapping handsome men and perfectly friendly and helpful, thus making me feel like the Queen of Sheba as they lifted me from my spot on the beach, unnaturally low because of the water level. 

The nice EMT gave me a delicious shot of something to curb the nausea and and even more wonderful shot of something to kill the pain.  Thus I felt nothing when they lifted me on my towel into the “rescue” stretcher.  Everyone seemed like they were having a grand old time despite the hike up.  I’m sure the fact that they were surrounded by nude gawkers helped alleviate the same-old, same-old of the experience. Still, kudos to them for bringing a sense of levity to the situation.  Even more kudos to them for managing to haul my hefty ass up all those rocks without dropping me or falling to their deaths. Case in point:

Like this...but with the water 10 feet lower!

Like this...but with the water 10 feet lower!

 Some fun Hippie Hollow facts from the rangers who tried to chat away my distress.  The highest the water has ever been was at the railings for the path through the park in 2007!  For those who’ve been there, the water was at eye level in all the bathrooms.  The lowest was about 16 feet below what it was that day.  According to him I would have had to wait for a boat had that been the case.  

Then I was whisked off to Seton hospital where they made me sit and wait several hours because I had the non–prophetic bad sense to actuall eat something when I got to the park. Then they gave me more drugs (unfortunately NOT before the excruciating experience of being moved from the stretcher to my hospital cot or having to shift my leg to take x-rays), tried 4 times to knock that sucker back in (of which I was thankfully conscious for only 1).   Finally they gave up, put me completely under and got it back into place.  Thus forcing me to spend the night.

yadda, yadda, yadda, as I type this I’m pretty much back to normal except my entire body is sore, I suppose from being tense for 5 hours straight.  What a work out!  I have some sort of post traumatic thing happening where I shudder at the thought of going back  to Hippie Hollow lest it should all happen again. 

But how can I avoid the place I love, which has brought me so much joy?  Rest assured I will whip my subconscious back into shape  in time to get a pre-vacation tan so I don’t look like a complete novice on the nude beaches of the Netherlands/Belgium!

Here are photos of the whole endeavor Sam caught with his cell phone.   Sorry for the small size, it was too blurring when enlarged

Putting me in stretcher

Putting me in stretcher

Prepping the drugs

Prepping the drugs

carrying me from the beach

carrying me from the beach

starting the hike up

starting the hike up

more hiking up

more hiking up

My carriage awaits

My carriage awaits

*all names have been changed to protect the nudists.

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Cottontails

May 21, 2009 by Adrienne

Lookee at me updating nearly every day!  What can I say, nude beach season gets me excited.

I’ve probably revealed enough about myself and my plans to make me an obvious target this weekend in Hippie Hollow.  Ah well, three days in a row will give me enough alone time to welcome the occasional company.

But I have to confess, I’ll be rather embarrassed. No, not about the nudity bit (obviously).  Anyone hoping for a Playboy centerfold will be (rightfully) disappointed.

But it’s been almost 9 months since my total body has seen the light of day and, well, it shows.  One of the first things I learned when I joined the nudist ranks is that you can tell the newbies/amateurs  by the fact that their ass is pretty darn pale; Hence the term “cottontails.” And while my ass will never be what one considers pale it’s a far cry from my face, arms, and legs.  My only hope is that my tanning genes go into action quickly and make me nice and toasty before it starts to get too crowded. 

In unfortunate related news it looks like rain this weekend.  Am I annoyed?  Nope.  Some of the best times I’ve had have been during the rain.  I’m already going to get wet and the only issue is protecting my ipod/book/food.  Besides it’s only a 30% chance.  This bodes well for the occasional, or more, cloud to aleviate the blistering heat…because of course it will still be a Texas summer. 

Psst…partly/mostly cloudy warm days are the BEST time to go!

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Happy Randomness

May 19, 2009 by Adrienne

Yesterday I finally booked my hotel rooms for Amsterdam/Ostende/Paris in July.  I’m finally starting to get past the “I’m going to Europe!” phase and into the “(oh dear) I’m going to Europe!” phase.  Meaning I’m no longer excited in an amorphous delight at the prospect of finally jumping on the international travel bandwagon, but I’m now thinking of what to pack, what to see, and learning how to say “can you take a photo of me” in French.

I  think for the most part I’ve decided to wing the bulk of it.  I have a vague idea of what is in each location and will somehow make my way to the important bits.  Of course I have my nude beach going down pat.  One must always plan for that since most are so off the beaten path. 

Today the Satorialist had a photo of a girl on a bike.  His quote: I love that girls in NYC wear cute little dresses to ride their bikes.  I found it strangely indicative of my own planned adventures in Amsterdam. I’ve decided to pack all the too-short cute little dresses with which to ride my rented bike around that particular city.  There is something about travel that makes me inclined to do things I wouldn’t dream of in Houston.

It occurred me that this weekend is my first trip back to Hippie Hollow since the failed attempt back in February. Based on weather reports I have no fear that I will freeze my nipples off this time. Au contraire, I may very well be frying them off as the temp is set to reach the 90s!  But at least it will be partly cloudy.  I’ve found that my best experiences are when it’s warm out but threatening to rain.  It’s less crowded and the clouds are a welcome reprieve from the unbearable heat.  Then of course there’s the water…which always seems to be deliciously chilly.

In preparation I’ve finally filled my new ipodwith my old songs.  It’s needed on the 3-hour drive up (when my book on tape gets boring) and, more importantly, for laying out in the sun. On one rather unfortunate trip to Hippie Hollow my old ipod decided to die on me….only to resurrect upon my return home for some ungodly reason.  It not a fun trip.  What good is lying around nude with no soundtrack?   I won’t bore you with a complete song list (which is now reaching the 200 mark…my god but these things hold a lot of music!) but how’s this for a motley mix of recent additions:

  • Moonlight Sonata-Beethoven
  • The Bad Touch-Bloodhound Gang
  • I’m Like a Bird-Nelly Furtado
  • Anna-Gunnar Madsen
  • Doo Wop (That Thing)-Lauryn Hill
  • Sweet Talkin Woman-ELO
  • Atrevete-te-te-Calle 13
  • Aldonza-Man of La Mancha Soundtrack
  • Sexx Laws-Beck
  • Amor Divino-Cafe Tacuba
  • Big Pimpin-Jay-Z
  • Concerto for Trumpet-Telemann
  • Start all Over-Myley Cyrus

I  think most people have this kind of randomness but won’t admit it.

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Oops!

May 12, 2009 by Adrienne

{Egads this site is slow today!}

Well my friends it looks as though yours truly has dropped the ball.   I missed First Splash at Hippie Hollow!  As has been made clear to me by several of you, it actually took place the first weekend in May.  Something in the back of my mind clicked and it kind of makes sense now…well, sort of.  I believe it takes place when they finally end their shortened off season hours and let people into the park from 8am-9pm.  What better reason to celebrate?!

But it was pouring in Houston at the time, and by all accounts wasn’t all that much better in Austin.  Plus, I didn’t get a free extra day off work.  Not to begrudge Austinites their extra few hours during the first part of May, but wouldn’t it make more sense to celebrate properly….for a full three days?!  After all, I personally like to think that our men and women are serving in part to protect our right to express ourselves au natural.  You can bet your ass there are no nude beaches in communist China!

So in two weeks I will be on my merry way to Austin to visit Hippie Hollow yet again. I have no idea where I’ll be laying as I’m sure the water level is far different than the last time I was there, especially considering all the rain we’ve had.  It’s always a surprise.  If you are there use the to the right photo to try and guess which one of the naked bottoms I’ll be.  It’s not too hard, there usually aren’t that many (naturally) brown ones there. :)   But feel free to introduce yourself…and tell me how much you love my blog. :) )

Happy Tanning!

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One Small Step!

April 20, 2009 by Adrienne

I’ve been debating when to buy my tickets to Amsterdam…because I’m damn well going…DAMMIT!   Yesterday on a whim I checked out Continental Airline’s website (really the only go-to airline for Houstonians).   I’ve learned from past experience that the rates on that site are ALWAYS cheaper than any of the usual suspects (Orbitz, Travelocity, etc).  But I was not expecting what I found.

I swear last time I looked about a month ago the tickets were well over 1k.  Yesterday they were only $829 ($699 for  different days than those of my chosing). 

Of course then I was at a stand-still.  Should I wait for them to go down…and run the risk of them not only going up in price but losing a beloved window seat (I have this neurotic thing about being able to see out of the plan at all times)?  Today I decided not to risk it.  I found out that the extra cheap ones ($699) were pretty much booked (no windows).   I will absolutely die if I can’t watch at least take off an landing.  So I booked my ticket…and currently have a whole row to myself.  And the row in front of me.  And the row in back of me.  I have no doubt I’ll be surrounded by take-off. Continental is notorious for overbooking and shoving people on the next flight.

No turning back now!

End Note: I am now in the actual detailed planning phase of this Amsterdam/Beligum/Paris trip.  I am in no way shape or form a “cultured” person.  So don’t go expecting any recaps about how beautiful this or that painting was. Naturally I have to visit the Lourve (because that’s just what you do in Paris), but that’s about it as far as museums go.  Art is boring.  Old art is especially boring.  I’ll be roasting my lovely ass on a beach while you guys watch paint dry (even more). 

Now…consider me giddy!

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Hunting in the Nude

April 7, 2009 by Adrienne

I once read somewhere that it’s easier to make friends out of nudists than it is nudists out of friends. I’m inclined to think the same holds true for boyfriends and dates, though to a lesser extent. Lesser only because when it comes to the notion that sex may at some point come into the picture, guys will do just about anything. I say that based on experience.

I love men.

Anyway, I’ve decided that it would be nice to try actually visiting a nude beach under a less targeted status…namely that of a “couple”, as opposed to “single female.” It’s not that I don’t enjoy the attention…to a point; It’s that it would be nice to spend time being naked and lazy with someone I would know wasn’t psycho, lewd, boring, bothersome, or out for some ulterior motive.

The tricky part is introducing my love of nude beaches. Of course I haven’t officially become serious about my hunt for a partner (and trust me…it’s is hunting) because I have a wild and adventurous trip to Amsterdam planned, and I’d like to enjoy it guilt free. But preparation is everything. Most of my friends are men so I’ve asked each and received mixed reviews on the issue of when to bring it up. One said that stating it in my online profile would be an open invitation for weirdos, perverts, and players. Another pointed out that if I worded it right it would be ok. I decided to mention a certain nudist hang out nearby and leave it at that. Half the prospects won’t even know about it. The other half will either fall into the category of men listed above, or be into it. After a bit of weeding: Win, win!

And before any of you seasoned individuals start, yes I know about Nudistfriends.com. And yes, I am a member…with a head shot. I’ve thought of posting a “site appropriate” photo (from my *ahem* days). However, if you’ve been on the site you’ll know this: 90% of the profiles in or around my area have no photo. Understandable, but suspicious all the same. In regular dating lingo this spells: MARRIED. The 10% that are left seem to be a mix of people looking for an easy lay (because naturally if she’s into nude beaches she must be a slut) or seriously into nude beaches but not my cup of tea.

Of course that hasn’t stopped men from halfway around the world from contacting me. Side note: how come every European I know speaks 5 different languages and travels to 10 different countries “for work?”  What did I miss out on when choosing professions??? It would be very flattering if I was in or moving to, say, Germany (the number 1 suspect)…or any place in Europe, in which each country is so deliciously accessible. Damn the US for being so nationalistically anti-European Union…and, well, far away. I’d happily give up my citizenship and move in a heartbeat.

Right now I’m banking on meeting a guy while I’m in Europe who will fall head over heels in love and sweep me off to a life of nationalized health care and nude beaches for miles. A girl can dream.

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Long Time No Post

March 18, 2009 by Adrienne

I know, I know…it’s been a while. But in all honesty, considering this is a travel blog and I’m no Jet Set Lara, there probably won’t be anything along the line of daily musings. My only aim is to post things down for posterity…for myself and you all. Specifically on the topic of nude beaches.

I own The World’s Best Nude Beaches and Resorts, which is my own personal well-leafed bible. I highly reccomend it, if only for the photos of dreamy beaches that I will one day tan my ass on. But it helps to have a little logistical information about such things as how to get to specific beaches, especially since so many of them are off the beaten path. Or what the beaches and visitors are like.

So it’s my personal mission to give not only personal anecdotes but helpful 411 to make it easier for you fellow nudist to visit nude beaches around the world.

Case in point: I’m currently planning my trip to Amseterdam this July. I figured it would be a complete waste to fly all the way to Europe only to visit a beach in one country (members of the EU are so fucking lucky!). So I’m throwing in a trip to Belgium, which has one nude beach. But hell if I can get a clear idea of how to get from Amsterdam to said nude beach online. Yes there are lots of tidbits here and there and, pieced together, I have an idea…but wouldn’t it be nice if someone just laid it out plainly stating something along the lines of “you take train A from X station to Y Station then catch Bus B to City….”? That’s what I’m trying to accomplish. You can thank me any time.

Later on in October I’m going to try and finagle a business trip to Istanbul…then catch the train to Greece! The holy grail of nude beaches!

Stay tuned!

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