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Rob Boyte the Nudist

Rob Boyte Most Recent Nude Pic
April 2009

I was born nude!  Sorry about the overused cliche‚ but certain truths bear repeating.  More correctly, I was born nude into a body-negative society which quickly indoctrinated me into the illogical concept of shame.  This was just one of the many hypocrisies that would gnaw at me during my midwestern Christian upbringing. 
It never made sense to me why our naked body was so shameful, for I was told that God had made us in his image.  But, I was taught well, and had my share of disturbing childhood dreams about being in some public place naked.  Then there was the night that I saw my mother come out of the bathroom when I was supposed to be asleep.  I had never seen a naked woman before, so out of curiosity I looked.  This peek at the forbidden both excited me and shamed me, for being excited by my mother's nakedness.
I was a curious and exploring child who played with other curious children.  We saw each others forbidden parts when we were out of sight of the grownups.  Playing "doctor" with my older female cousin was my first close look at those hidden parts of a girl.  After a few times playing this game and exploring her crotch thoroughly, I lost interest.  My curiosity had been satiated by the familiarity of her nakedness, and it soon became no more exciting than skinny dipping in the creek with my male cousins.
This clandestine and common exploration among children who are indoctrinated with body-shame shows both the futility of hiding nature from them and the need for a more honest and healthy attitude toward the naked human body.  We children had discovered the naturist premise that seeing the naked "forbidden parts" of the opposite sex  was actually no big deal once the mystery is  removed. 
I went through the rest of my middle American childhood and adolescence with the normal proscribed modesty and its resultant obsessive curiosity.  The era of the fifties had very little body exposure to satisfy this curiosity.  There were a few publicly naked statues around St. Louis, and we boys could come by a few purloined Playboy magazines which at the time didn't even show pubic hair.
As I matured to late adolescence and early adulthood in the mid 1960s, mixed gender nudity was only in the context of sexual activity.  Then came the social upheavals of the late 60s, when free love was so casual and people pursued honesty in an effort to tell-it-like-it-is.  Mixed gender nudity could actually take a rest from sexuality.
My naturist beginnings were in the clothing casual communes and crash-pads of New Orleans, where people bathed with the door open or changed clothes in rooms with others present.  It was no big deal to see brothers and sisters nude. 
A year after the happening at Woodstock, I was at another gathering of the tribes at the Atlanta Pop Festival (July 4, 1970) in Byron Ga. 
There was possibly a quarter million of us there for three days of love, music, dope, and good vibes.  We camped in pecan groves and fields, and lived by our own standards of "morality."
It was at a country swimming hole, a stream that ran under a bridge, that I again felt the healthy freedom of open nudity.  Some bold ones had shed their clothes, and soon the shedding of inhibitions and clothes had spread to hundreds of us in the stream.  It felt so natural, surprisingly unselfconscious, being naked in the midst of other naked men, women, and children.  It felt pure, relating to each other directly, without the barriers we normally hide behind.  And, in the age of free love, it was innocently non-sexual.  
That was the foundation of my naturism.  Somehow it faded for a few years as I got away from the communal living arrangements.  In July 1987, after seeing a news report about National Nude Weekend in Miami, I discovered that there were local nudists who wanted a clothing optional beach.  That's when I got involved with South Florida Free Beaches and rediscovered naturism.  
copyright 1995 Rob Boyte           

What a difference 18 years can make.  From 1991 to 2009 you can see the aging process, and with the nude body you can see it all. 
But, this is me.  There is an erroroneous mindset with a lot of non-nudists, those who only see naked people in an intimate sexual context, and think only young nubile bodies should be seen naked. 
Naturism is not about that.  Yeah, nudists are sexual people.  Yeah, we get it on and joke about all sorts of sexual things.  But, the key philosophy here is "body acceptance." 
The "young" 47-year-old man perhaps looks more appealing than the older 64-year-old man, but both are valid as people.  And when I am 80, with more wrinkles and looser skin than I have today, I will still have a right to go naked at the beach and enjoy feeling the sun and wind on my body. 
And yes, I enjoy seeing the young nubile bodies of men and women whose skin fits them well.  I was there once, and it is a pleasure to see anew.  But, we all have our moment and should respect that all types of bodies have a right to be free of clothing now and then. 

Rob at Home

Rob & Brenda, Mixed Marriage

While my beautiful wife, Brenda was not a nudist, she was quite supportive of my nudism and nude photography. 
She was often present when I had nude models over to pose on the couch study, and left me alone with Claudia, a model who did a bathing foto sequence in our bathroom for educating developmentally disabled adults.
Brenda and I have the usual "bedroom" pictures that many couple shoot (especially in the digital age - but ours were on film).  She also posed nude in a picture with me that is one of my favorites and has been hanging in our home since it was taken in 1984.  The cropping is strange because it was taken on auto with my first SLR camera resting on a box fan as I had not yet gotten a tripod.