As start my journey, how do i ease myself into it? Especially when I start HRT?

Hope you all don’t mind the intrusion… I am a 43 year old male and I’m interested in learning about this lifestyle. The only issue is, I’m physically disabled, paralyzed from the waist down with a disability called Spina Bifida. Im body conscious and im in rather poor health. I’d love to be able to chat about this lifestyle with anyone. Male or female. I hope it’s ok I asked that here.

Thanks for listening.

Where do you mostly hike, what kind of environment? And how are your experiences with clothed hikers on your hike?

This is part of a weekly blog I’m writing about naturism, masculinity, and navigating freedom in conservative societies.
The article will go live next Monday — but I’d love to hear what this image made you feel or think about.
Honest questions. Real emotions. No judgment.

You can find more articles here:

https://medium.com/@freespiritunmasked/list/nudism-culture-19b5778c9b84

And for Arabs who are in similar situation, there is another sub /arabnudists

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Seen some beaches and resorts in Phuket and Bali (where Im going), but do you have any recommendations/must-go places?

We’re couple F35 M35

Something to think about. We will call this an educational article. Please share, like, and add your comments. 😊😊

Growing up male in a society obsessed with how you look

The Mirror Was Never Silent

Every child is born with the acceptance of their body. I never thought about how I looked. My father was a big classic bodybuilder. He used to admire Arnold Schwarzenegger, Ronnie Coleman, and these guys. I always admired my father’s big body. Well, I saw him as a hero. (I still do at age 40).

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I realized at 14 or so that I was small compared to my colleagues. I was weak. Bad at every type of sport. Which, by the 90s rules, meant I wasn’t a man.

My body frame at that time was skinny fat. I always hated my belly and always wanted to look bigger. But puberty wasn’t really my friend. I didn’t reach adulthood until I was 17, before going to college. I looked younger than my friends. I felt like I was never going to grow up.
(Ironically, I still look younger than people my age, and now I take it as a compliment.)

I used to compare my body a lot. Whenever we went to the beach or swimming pool, I never took my T-shirt off. I felt ashamed.

Because let’s be serious… A man should have broad shoulders, a strong chest, and of course… big biceps. In my days, people only trained biceps and chest to look manly.

And I was just… weak!

Masculinity Comes with a Manual (And It’s Broken)

Our society drives people to care a lot about the facade—how we look, how we dress, what we drive, and where we live. It’s all about status. People would do anything to look perfect and rich. If you are not that, then you’re just a loser at the corner, waiting for your death to come.

The way we teach our kids. The way we dress them.
I was shocked once by one of my son’s friends, who refused to play at a party because he didn’t want to ruin his Gucci shoes.
What kind of childhood are we raising?
Why are you preventing your kid from enjoying and living his childhood?

These kids will grow up thinking only about how they look. And they’ll chase perfection. A muscular man with six-packs. Well, let me ruin this for you, Middle Eastern men, your DNA doesn’t support strong, visible six-packs. Unless you’re on steroids. As a natural lifter and athlete, it is very difficult. And if you get it, it won’t stay for long. You need to be very lucky for your genes to give you that privilege.

Yet, we see most Kuwaitis with six-packs. But why?
You are risking your health, your future, and even your libido, for what?
So someone at the beach or gym gives you a nod of approval?
For a few likes or compliments that vanish the next day and health problems for life?
Is that worth the sacrifice?

My Body Tried to Speak — I Shut It Down

I never felt great about my body. I always saw myself fat. Although I used to weight around 70kg on 172cm. But I always hated my belly. I used to wear wider clothes to hide my belly. Whenever I walk I try to stretch my t-shirt a bit. I used to wear a shirt over my t-shirt to hide my man boobs.

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I never felt great about my body. I started working out to get rid of my belly fat. And I’ve worked out for more than 10 years… all in. Counting calories, monitoring my sleep, tracking my weight, steps, progress in the gym.

Yes, I lost a lot of weight. I entered a mild body dysmorphia phase. I dropped to 55 kg. (Which is insanely low for a man my height.) Yes, I got my six-packs. But I still felt like I needed to lose more to get them clearer. That’s when I realized I looked sick! Maybe even like a cocaine addict.
I didn’t feel healthy. I was tired all the time. I couldn’t think clearly.

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Thankfully, I recovered and started to gain a bit of weight. Now, whether I bulk or cut, I don’t chase six-packs. I care more about feeling healthy. And feeling healthy doest come with six-packs.

Even though I have a really good posture and an athletic body now, I actually look amazing for a natural person. I’m not puffed. I don’t look like someone who lifts, although I’ve been lifting for over 10 years.

But here’s the thing that took me decades to say with peace:
My body looks good in clothes…
And looks amazing naked.

Nudity Didn’t Fix Me, It Freed Me… Realizing The Sham We Live In

I never realized the bubble we live in until I left it and saw it from afar. I always cared about how I looked. I felt ashamed walking on the beach, comparing my natural body with six-packed men tanning next to hot women who admired each other.

My first experience with nudity was in Valencia. Something I’d dreamed of for a long time. And I always admired my naked body, because I feel natural, as God created me. Why would I cover myself?

That first experience was short… but it freed me. It made me realize that my body never failed me, but I failed to listen to it.

I was wandering naked. I looked around and didn’t find a single jacked man with lots of muscles and six-packs. They all looked… Normal! More normal than I thought "normal" could be. I actually said to myself:

“Oh! I really have a good body.”

I saw different kinds of bodies… fat, old, thin, saggy, wrinkled… and I realized they were all beautiful. That’s when I understood: I had been living in a sham.

I was finally free.
Free from restrictions.
Free from judgment.
Free from a twisted society that prohibits everything and desires it at the same time.
So, everyone lives discreetly. Everyone hides.

But we’re all the same.
We just don’t want to admit it.
Because we care too much about what people think.
We created a hypocritical society.
And we’re too arrogant to confess it.

That’s how I fell in love with the idea of nudism.
Since then, I’ve always wanted to be naked and free.
I never wanted to wear clothes anymore.

But stuck in this society, I cannot live that freedom.
So I prepare myself to travel…

To be nude again.

To be free again.

To remember who I really am, without fabric, without filters, without shame.

My Message to Other Men… And Women

Believe me, your body has nothing to do with how you look. It has everything to do with how you feel inside it. All bodies are beautiful. What matters is your presence. Your confidence.

Yes, a healthier body will help. It’ll boost confidence. It’ll help you move better. Sleep better. Think clearer. Work on that… for yourself, for your kids, not for approval. Don’t say I don’t have time. You will not have time soon when you are older. So make some time from now for your future. Your kids deserve a healthy parent who can move and play with them. Who can carry them and help them fix and carry their new bed to their new room.

But the more confident you are in your body, the easier life becomes. So accept yourself, and start from there.

Remember…

being naked isn’t about sex.
It’s about finally being seen.
By yourself.
And accepted by yourself.

Since I wrote some articles about nudity and how is it dealt with in Arab countries, I have found out that there are many Arabs hiding behind masks, scared to speak up.

So I've set a safe page for Arab nudists. Your support means a lot to us.

https://www.reddit.com/r/arabnudists/

I'm a naturist/nudist and I enjoy a lot naked time but I still feel like I miss having people to whom I can share my nudist activities. But activities I mean, having them on social activities with me but also having someone who can get pictures of me naked and comment. I wonder if anyone else feels the same?

Hey 🙂

We’re looking at going to Viritomartis later this year and wanted to see what your experiences are here?

There’s not much posted about this resort compared to the rest so any insights would be useful.

F31 M32

I would like to meet people in my area so I can feel more connected to the culture. Are any naturists in the Toronto area open to becoming friends?

I come from Kuwait, a place that might seem relatively moderate from the outside. And yes, our. laws are moderate, but when you grow up inside it, you feel the weight of cultural and religious pressure from the family and society. Especially around modesty. In my family, women are expected to cover... not just their hair, but sometimes even their faces. It’s not just about clothing; it’s about control, shame, and the belief that our bodies should never be shown to strangers. Weirdly, it has more to do with traditions than religion.

Deep down, I think I was always a nudist. Even as a child, I always wondered: "Why do we wear clothes in the first place?" I didn’t go around stripping, of course. But I never felt afraid of being seen naked. I just never had the chance.

My First Encounter with Normalized Nudity

That first moment came unexpectedly, years later when I was working in South Korea. After the gym, I walked into the men’s shower. Dozens of men, just casually walking around naked. I was surprised, but happy deep inside. I didn't panic. Didn't even think about it or got hesitated, I undressed, showered, and got changed. And for the first time in my life, I felt good. No pressure. No judgment.

Back in Kuwait: A World of Masks

When I’m at the beach in Kuwait, it’s not nudity that makes me self-conscious, it’s the culture of judgment. You’re either jacked on steroids, or you’re invisible. The beach isn’t a place of freedom. It’s a stage, and everyone’s watching, rating, comparing. I’ve never felt safe showing my real body here. Not because I’m ashamed, but because I know what it means to be seen in a society built on appearances and reputation. People actually will risk their health and money just to look good from the outside. A society that cares about what people think about them more than what they should be doing.

The First Time I Was Truly Naked

Ten years ago, I moved to Madrid to continue my studies. I remember looking for places that allowed nudity (Something inside me needed that experience). I found a nude beach in Valencia, Booked a weekend Airbnb, and went. I spent about two hours max per day, naked in the sun. Surprisingly, no one stared at me, no one judged me. People had real and natural bodies... Old, young, soft, fat, thin, wrinkled, scarred... And for the first time, I liked my body. It wasn’t bad as I thought.. Actually it wasn't bad at all! And in that moment, it was enough. I felt free. Not just physically, but emotionally. Nudity became a symbol of liberation. Freedom from judgment. Freedom from rules written in the name of a God who supposedly made us naked, then demanded we cover up. Freedom from shame. From silence. From fear.

Why I’m Writing This Now

Since that trip, I haven’t been able to practice naturism again. Not in Kuwait. It’s not safe, and honestly, not possible. I never stopped thinking about it. But this year, I finally decided that it is enough waiting. So I booked my first real naturist trip: I’ll be in Vera Playa, Spain, this June. And I think it’s going to change me deeply. Maybe not all at once. But profoundly. I’m not just going to take off my clothes. I’m going to let go of everything that ever held me from growing as a spiritual being. I'm going to set myself free from all attachments, everything that I thought it was important and cannot let go.

Just curious to ask for those who have been to both continents that if they seen any differences . As a European who live in the states for long time , nudism in the US is like more taboo to me . Thank you !

Being a noticed in Wisconsin can sometimes be difficult half the year. You can’t go outside without potentially freezing off very important bits however, with the weather warming up now me and my wife, as well as our few friends and family that have delve into the amazing world of nudism are very excited for The seasonal noticed venues to start opening up again the primary one that we go to is Valleyview recreation club even though it’s two hours away from where we live it’s still the closest option

I've taken the information on the below resource pages, and other resources on the internet (I've even added several places to it this morning based on things people here on Reddit posted) and created a google mymap of all of the nudist friendly locations that I've been able to find. I don't claim that it is complete or accurate, but it can be a starting place, feel free to DM me with corrections, & additions about your favorite places:

https://www.google.com/maps/d/embed?mid=1-VrdhcPSfQRfy_fbCLvsrF7OWZDAZQaI

Some of the resources:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_social_nudity_places_in_North_America

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_social_nudity_places_in_South_America

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_social_nudity_places_in_Europe

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_social_nudity_places_in_Asia

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_social_nudity_places_in_Oceania