Growing up with naturism

I think I need to give up work and just write this blog full time. 🙂

Why? The more immersive the SL experience, the more satisfying it becomes. The more time you get in SL, the greater the sense of fun. As if my weekend hasn’t been action-packed enough -let’s blame the Irish for their capacity to drag us along to their party, yes? There have been many well-attended St. Patrick’s Day parties this weekend which have certainly manifested themselves as well-attended clothing optional events). May I raise a glass of stout to St. Patrick for that – I tp’ed into Blue Lagoon (again!) this afternoon. More pix of this afternoon’s dance coming up…

Their St. Patrick’s Day party was still going on. From Friday night????? While there Brenda, co-owner of Eden Naturist Estate, IM’ed me. We spoke about a range of topics (yes, I’ll be sharing some of the other matters we discussed here on SL Naturist in due course) but Brenda and I were focussed on one thing in particular: a post she’d received from Swedish avatar Kynlif.

Kynlif had hoped that she could share her words, her experiences and her photographs on the Eden Naturist web page, but Brenda thought that Kynlif’s contribution fell more into SL Naturist’s domain, and that it might realise a greater, wider audience here. It’s a beautiful story of a young girl’s first experiences of nude bathing due to her Mother’s sensible, logical conclusion that swimming naked at a bathhouse on their doorstep made more sense than a 40 minute round trip to swim at a textile swimming baths. 

Swedish avatar Kynlif, author of the experiences recounted below

That resonates with me. I keep arguing that if naturist facilities are provided, people will overcome any fears, shame or embarrassment to readily embrace the naturist lifestyle. The only thing that prevents the availability of such readily available facilities are our legislators. Those of us in Europe, in particular, may argue we live in a secular continent, but the reality is that far too many of our politicians nail their colours to the mast of their religious faith, their Christianity. And the main Christian denominations, based in Europe, still hold power and influence over our politicians and legislators to ensure that the act of going naked or being naked is still being outlawed or limited because of a couple of verses at the beginning of the Bible.




When I refer to my ‘first’ experience of nude bathing it was not my first experience of swimming nude, but rather the first nude bathing I had done in the presence of an ‘audience’.
The summer I turned thirteen we lived in a small town 30 kilometers northeast of Gothenburg.
When we were out in the boat there were hidden coves along the river, so we had swum naked as long as I can remember.

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When I was a child we swam naked in hidden coves

But the summer I turned thirteen we moved to the coastline near Gothenburg.
Five minutes walk from our new home was a nude beach, Saltholmen Bathhouse. (website in Swedish)
The nearest textiles bathing was twenty minutes drive away.

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The entrance through the fence looked exciting. I fantasised about what it looked like on the other side of the entrance.

A sunny warm weekend my dad was out of town on business. My mom and I walked past the entrance to the cold baths: the Kallbadhus (Ella adds: from what I can find, there are numerous Kallbadhus in Sweden, and it appears these refer to organised cold water swimming areas, complete with facilities, and would be differentiated from what might be classified as ‘warm’ bathhouses such as Turkish Baths.)

‘I wonder how it looks in there’,  I said.
‘We’ll find out’, responded mom.
‘Do we dare?’, I said with a thirteen year old’s inbuilt cowardice.
‘Of course we dare’, replied mother. ‘Everyone is naked in there, it’s not (as if we’re going naked in the) town square. Now, let’s go and buy some sleeping mats, towels and coffee, and then we’ll go in there. It’s silly to travel twenty minutes to another bath when this one is so close’.

When we went into the Bathhouse on a beautiful day there were naked people bathing everywhere, young and old.


These older people told us that they had swum here since they were small and could not imagine going anywhere else

For the first few minutes it felt a little strange. Both Mom and I had swum topless before, but now the panties had to go too!
The older ladies were very curious about who we were. But in a nice way. They sat down next to us and we talked and drank some very nice coffee. And had many lovely swims.

We were also told that the beach was divided into three parts; Ladies, Men and Families with children.
So the next time we bathed we got Dad to accompany us too.

My three children have followed this tradition to go to the nude beach since they were little, so for them it is completely natural to bathe naked.

Moreover, they now have, aged 10,12 and 14 years, a very relaxed attitude to nudity. They know that nude is one thing and sex is another matter.

I perceive a nudist beach as a a place to reduce segregation (and division), which otherwise is very evident in Gothenburg. Being nude we lack “insignia”. Everyone is equal and can interact in a nonthreatening manner.

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Anyone can hang out on equal terms on a nude beach


Credits: Words, RL & SL photography and photo captions provided by Kynlif. Many thanks to Brenda Hoisin for providing me with Kynlif”s article.

An English language page about Saltholmen is available here.

Introducing Saphierna

One of the truly great things about SL is the chance encounters with other avatars from other parts of the world. We live in times which see us inhabit a dangerous world, an ever less tolerant world. So it’s always inspiring,to me certainly, to meet up with others and share a little of their world. So it was last night when I met Saphierna at Virginia’s Holi Festival fundraiser.


We were introduced by a mutual friend, and struck up a long and wide-ranging conversation. I was immediately struck by her (inner and outer) beauty, her infectious, engaging personality, her dancing and her intellect. Our mutual friend says that when I’m in SL I’m always ‘on’; that is, I’m always thinking about SL Naturist, and how to improve the blog, the depth and breadth of our coverage, the quality of the photos and so on.

It’s true! (Maybe that’s a bit sad, lol). When it turned out that Saphierna was also a writer in the context of SL, and a very talented one at that, I immediately asked if she might like to contribute to the blog. Unfortuantely, around midnight GMT, I had to rush back to RL due to a bit of RL drama (one of my children woke up and started vomiting. All seems well this morning). Imagine my delight, then, when I logged in this morning to discover that Saphierna had written up the background to her and her partner Sasha’s journey towards naturism.

From adversity can come triumph. From personal turmoil sometimes, with naturism as a backdrop in which a person can truly ‘find’ themselves, can come peace. Saphierna’s words are truly uplifting.




A little background.
written by Saphierna Resident.

Sasha and I met at school in 1995. She was born in New York, and I was born in Guianabo Puerto Rico. She had recently moved back to the island after her fathers business in N.Y. had failed. I know children can be cruel, but even as young as we were at the time, most disliked Sasha because she was not born on the Island, and spoke with a very strange accent. I was not popular either.. Some said I had to walk in the same place twice to make a shadow. I was very skinny at 12, almost nothing but bones, Plus I was not from a wealthy home. Maybe it was fate, or just dumb luck? I don’t know, but we became good friends. I think that over the years of grade school we created our own version of the nerd girls. Few wanted any peace or friendship with us.

No one really cared if you were poor or not in Puerto Rico, most people there are very poor by todays standard in the states. The grade schools were mostly Catholic, and everyone had to wear the same stupid uniform. If any person could tell who was who.. they were doing good. “We all looked alike… anyway.” At the time. I suppose neither Sasha or myself could have guessed that in later life we would end up together in a relationship. I look back on it, and only see two typical chick’s living in San Juan… bored out of their minds by catholic Nun’s, and the antiquated curriculum they taught. Yeah, that was childhood… Always planning the great escape to “El Moro” ( the Spanish fort which still stands today in old San Juan.)’ There our imagination was set free, and we could dream of pirates and treasure, Or walking by the huge cruise line ships imagining we were filthy rich people seeing the world. All while giving no thought to reality at all.

Funny how your life changes over time… Sasha and I were split up when we finished grade school, and I moved on to collage. I went on to seek a degree and she found mister right.. or so she thought. We lost touch with each other for several years. I graduated from collage and moved back home in 2006. It was then I learned Sasha was living with her parents in Bayamon. She had just gone through a very bad divorce, and was still recovering from the last beating her Ex had inflicted on her. I was livid, and drove to her parents house to see her. When I saw how bad the beating was.. I almost lost it right there. I didn’t even know it was Sasha, her entire face was one big bruise. one eye was totally shut.. it was awful. I would have liked to stay with her at the time to help in any way that I could, but I was also looking for work. The next year after I graduated I found myself working in a club, and tending a bar. Jobs were just not to be found… anywhere. So it was take what I could get. Sasha was also looking for work once she had healed well, and I told her of an opening where I was.

I guess the strangest look I ever got from her is the day she stepped into the club and saw me behind the bar with no top on. Thats where our path to naturist really began I think. Sasha got a job that day and we worked the same shifts, so it worked out.

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Sasha is surprised to find Saphierna working in a topless bar

Life has its moments, ups and downs, then at times… the trip into hell.. In 2007 it was my turn for tragedy. Sasha had gone home for the weekend to see her parents, and I had done the same. that Saturday night, My oldest sister wanted to go into the hotel district for salsa dancing and asked me to go too.. I went. We started at a small hotel and ended up at the El Capitan, which there, my sister and I got separated. I had been drinking a lot, and found out later someone had slipped something into my drink. I woke up the next morning in a hotel room stripped and tied to bed. I had been taken to a cheap hotel in the north end of San Juan, and raped. I couldn’t get the ropes off me that morning, a cleaning attendant found me there around 9 am. I was taken to the hospital. The event changed me a lot. but I realize that since I was out cold for whatever was done to me that night could have been a lot worse. Although I also know it was the combination of those bad things that had happened to both of us, had also bound Sasha and myself together. Over the next year that followed we moved in together. Eventually I found a job in Florida, and we decided to get the hell out of San Juan. I had never been to the states before, but noticed Florida looked a bit like Puerto Rico, but totally flat.. it has no mountains at all. Around mid 2008 we bought a condo and started over. Disney turned out to be the kick, and we go there a lot. I eventually overcame my phobia of bars and we sometimes visit a few.

One of the things that really got to both of us was not having any place to lay out without 100 eyes watching. I honestly hate what people in the states call “a farmers tan”. We stared looking for a private place we could go and lay out without the audience. We had no luck at all in the Melbourn of Titusville area, all those beaches were either owned by hotels or public access. Which is great if you don’t mind being the photo stock for the tourists. That debate and search lasted for several months, until.. We had gone out to eat dinner at a restaurant in Orlando, it was one of those places you want to try just so you can say you did.. it was pretty good too, but really expensive.

During our dinner, the subject of beaches came up and I started moaning about tan lines. The waitress then whispered “go to this place in Poinciana Florida. We asked what it was called, and when she said nudist colony, I think we both nearly choked on our food. Needless to say, we didn’t run right down and check it out. That took a few months to simmer. I eventually did a little looking for info about the place, and it did not take long to find it. I found the web site, and showed it too Sasha. After a lot of excuses and indecision, we chose to drive there the next weekend to see it. The gate was guarded, and it is surrounded by high walls. they wouldn’t let us go in to look, but gave us numbers we had to call and make reservations. The process to me seemed more like we were applying for student visa’s to go to Israel.. I almost gave up on it, but after they finished our background checks we got an invitation.

One note, they don’t like singles.. male or female.. they want couples or families. I guessed it was some kind of atmosphere they were attempting to harbor, but I later learned it was for legal reasons they do that. I actually felt better about the place after going through all that stuff.. I could tell no nut jobs could just walk in there. Our first visit was really awkward.. Sasha and I were dressed, as was many of the store staff and guards. We were driven around in a golf cart, shown the lake, stores, salon, tennis courts, and a lot of other game stuff. We ate lunch at a restaurant in the cove itself. Some people even live there. After we ate, they let us walk around and see it for ourself.. when we got to the pool area I think it was about 90 degree’s F, and 98 % humidity. We took one look at the pool and stripped. It felt so good in that heat, and everyone else at the pool was sky clad except us.

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90 degrees Fahrenheit and 98% humidity? The only logical ‘dress code’ is to be nude.

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Sasha and Saphierna’s first steps into the naturist lifestyle are complete.


© 2015 Saphierna Resident.

Notes and credits: Photos by Diane Toxx. Models: Diane Toxx and Catin playing the roles of Sasha and Saphierna. Location: De Shadow naturist club. (doubling as Florida). The copyright notice to Saphierna’s story has been added by me, not at Saphierna’s request. I’m always grateful that people take the time and make the effort to contribute, but retain the rights to their work. If re-blogging, please ensure that Saphierna’s work is credited.

Naked selfies: Another view

I’ve had an exceptionally satisfying few naturist days in SL. St. Patrick’s day dances, new friends made, the Holi Festival, and caught up on some of the backlog of posts planned. And it’s not over yet. I’ve got today and tomorrow before I go back to work! Hooray! Another 48 hours living SL.

Before I move on with some other posts, let’s backtrack a little.

Last week I posed the question as to whether women are becoming more comfortable with their bodies. It was a debate that then opened up a little both here at SL Naturist and on Hontouniheart’s blog ‘Penguin Love’, as well as being re-blogged elsewhere. I then moved on to note that Beauty comes in all shapes and sizes. Again, re-blogged several times. A third post examined the issues around ‘Revenge Porn’.

In those posts, I expressed a little concern at the phenomenon for posting naked selfies online, or sending them to others and thereby losing control of where they end up.

I subsequently received a message telling me that I was ‘out of touch’ 🙂 Hehe, it’s what happens when you get to be as old as I am 🙂

The text of that message is reprinted further down, and we’ll come to that presently. But it got me thinking, so I’ve done a little research. I love research…it takes up the vast majority of my SL time and ensures I’m never in world as much as I would wish.

A google search and a Cosmopolitan article later and it appears my correspondent might be correct! Apparently 90% of ‘millennial’ women now take nude photos of themselves. (‘Millennial’ women are, apparently the demographic of ‘Generation Y’ -which followed ‘Generation X’- with their age range being from those born in the early 1980s through to the early 2000s…so that tells us nothing, really. Just another convenient marketing/shoe-horning term that is, essentially, drivel).

I only just miss out on being part of the demographic, yet my mindset appears to be markedly different from those are within that demographic.


Now intrigued, I moved on. Dear goodness! A Guide on how to take good naked selfies????? I am getting old!

It was a relief to find an article wherein the author’s views mirrored my own.

Another article I found suggested 88% of all selfies online were stolen (source: The Internet Watch Foundation, via the BBC). Another article posits an Australian perspective.

By now, it’s clear. The practice of taking selfies is a phenomenon. A global phenomenon. The practice of taking nude selfies not much less of a phenomenon. By now my research had led me to some of those places I don’t really want to see on the internet, porn sites which were offering Hijab wearing girls wearing…only their Hijab! Enough!

Back to my correspondent and critic. Here’s what she had to say…

Hi Ella. You’re out of touch with today’s youth. Everyone I know takes selfies all the time and they’re part of our culture. We post on Facebook and Instagram a lot. These are not always nudie shots but there’s hardly a day goes by when I don’t post some sort of selfie somewhere. It’s just a modern diary of where I was and who I was with and where I was on a particular day. You probably don’t get that this is how we young people operate today.

If I buy a new bra and it looks nice I’ll do a photo of me in a bra. No biggie! I’ll do the same with a new dress or a top or something. It’s just a picture diary for everyone I know. My friends do the same. We can’t post nudie shots to Facebook but I’d use Snapchat to send my friends a photo of me in a new bra. ‘How do you like my new bra?’ I’d ask. My generation doesn’t break things down to friends being boys and girls either. I see no shame or embarrassment in sending photos of me in a new bra to some of my male friends. I get responses back. ‘That bra makes your tits look bigger, lol’. This doesn’t seem like those guys are sexist or anything to me. It’s just a comment. Sometimes the comments from guys are more useful. If the bra does make my tits look bigger that’s useful to know when going out, lol. I want to look attractive or look my best.

Sometimes I take nudie selfies because I’m feeling good. My friends do this too. Even the guys. They’ll take photos of themselves in new boxer shorts. Maybe they have their junk hanging out. I’ve probably seen 80-90% of my male friends cocks via things like Snapchat. I guess that the same number of male friends have seen my tits or my pussy or ass.

I keep the photos I take because they’re my diary. I want to look back when I’m old and remember me being young and looking good in my youth, not to look in a mirror and see me old and wrinkled.

I’ve got photos of me kissing other girls not because I’m gay or anything but because it’s a laugh. It’s a memory of us out clubbing and having a laugh.

I’ve not taken photos of me doing sex acts, not because I don’t want to, but because there’s not been circumstances where it has been asked or it didn’t occur at the time. If a guy wanted me to take a photo of him getting a blowjob from me I might say yes because it’s going to be more memories or a time and a place. This is our world today.

I think I might be a bit embarrassed if a photo turned up on the internet with me giving a guy a blow job but I’d not be embarrassed at all if a naked selfie of me turned up on the internet as long as I look good in it. 

Snapchat, I learned following further research, is a smartphone app that allows you to send a photo that self-destructs after a short time. The fact that it is only a temporary photo may be key to why people do feel a self-confidence in sending nude photos.

The problem being that there are other apps that allow Snapchat photos to be saved. So those risqué, naughty, nude or semi-nude shots could still end up online. But back to my critic…

You’ve said you’ve posed on a nude beach. What’s the difference between that and what my generation do?

In one sense, none. I don’t actually pose, I have to say, but we take holidays photos of him sunbathing, me swimming and the same stuff people would do in swimwear. So you’re right: there’s no difference. But those photos are private. We don’t post them online. We don’t keep them ‘in the cloud’. They’re confined to memory cards which are locked in the safe in our house. Occasionally we’ll sit and go back over old holiday photos on one of those photo viewers you can buy (the memory sticks don’t get attached to a computer) and personal safety is paramount. That’s not simply the case for nude photos. I would treat all photos with the same sense of personal security.

What if someone was to sneak a photo of you on a nude beach and put it online?

Maybe it has happened, I don’t know. With today’s technology it’s nearly impossible to know if someone is filming or photographing with key fob or pen cameras. No, I wouldn’t be embarrassed about it at all, on the basis that it’s within the context of a naturist beach, amongst other naturists. I would, however, be very angry that someone had taken a photograph of me without my permission. But in that respect, I’m happy enough that it’s unlikely to have been an issue much over the years.

Besides… :)…there are photos of me online, lol, with my face (and the rest of me) clearly identifiable (to me). I took part in Spencer Tunick’s photographic happening in Amsterdam a couple of days after my 30th birthday (it was my birthday treat 🙂 )

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Can you spot me? 🙂

Again, there is nothing embarrassing or shameful about this. I imagine the majority of people in this photograph are ‘recognisable’ to friends, family and co-workers. Most would not classify themselves as ‘naturist’. You may not agree, but for me the contextualisation of the photography is paramount. The Tunick photo above does not focus primarily on breasts or male or female genitalia, so often the main focus of selfie styled photographs.

You seem to be a great champion of the normalisation of the naked body. Don’t you think that naked selfies help to do this? Isn’t it a good thing that we’re proud of our bodies and aren’t afraid to share our naked photos?

In this, I’d agree with you, up to a point. If the ‘naked selfie’ is a phenomenon of a particular demographic embarking on life, then many of those featured are facing a period of their lives when such photographs could come back to haunt them when applying for jobs, or finding there’s maybe even some form of ‘blackmail’ element involved when that person finally wishes to establish a long term relationship. Maybe you’d like to come back to me on this: my perspective would be that it could be damaging or destructive to a relationship to find, or be shown, photographs from before the people in them became ‘an item’. Maybe that’s an old person’s term you young folk don’t use anymore 😉 Not so much in respect of nudity per se, but in some of the other types of photographic ‘selfies’ I see take place, such as where people are performing sex acts. Perhaps you disagree and think that those types of photographs also form part of a ‘diary’. I would love to hear your views. Indeed, I would love to hear anyone else’s perspective on the ‘naked selfie’ phenomenon.

Am I old and out of touch? Are ‘naked selfies’ to be welcomed in the manner in which they make people ore self-confident about sharing their own nudity? Please, let me know your thoughts.




The Festival of Holi (3)

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Sunshine, an immensely talented DJ who kept us entertained with an excellent selection of world music, plays with fire sticks while spinning the decks

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Turquoise Mammoth poses for a moment in the paint splattered mayhem

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Sunshine, again

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Turqoise and Sunshine

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Sunshine and Turquoise

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Tempest dancing at the Holi Festival

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Keith led the way when it came to the guys getting down to basics!

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SLN’s editor and Keith dancing under a barrage of paint

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Saphierna dancing and looking stunning as the Holi Festival reaches its climax (3 photos above)

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Virginia, our host, and Suasalita have paint rained down on them

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Sausalita and Keith barely visible amidst a haze of paint 

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Phuoc Hanh dances at the climax of the festival

I’m not going to say much. What was billed as a two hour event was into its fourth hour when I was unexpectedly called away to RL. 😦 But what a night! The colour, movement and vibrancy of the photos should give some indication of the sort of evening we had. I’ll certainly try and sit down with Virginia, our host, at some point to get her to provide us with some background to this important fundraiser, and maybe get some indication of how much was raised overall.

I’ll let the photos speak for themselves.