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This post is a follow up to a recent post about some dodgy nude behaviour on a Perth nudist beach and at a Bali gay resort. The man who told me the story tried to post a comment on the post but it wouldn’t work, so I said I would post it as a post in it’s own right.

I am the person Brenton wrote about who had the Perth incident.

It’s really comforting to read that everyone shares Brenton’s view on the two situations he wrote about. I was actually troubled by the question of whether or not this is becoming the ‘new accepted normality’.

I have questioned whether or not to report it and have decided not to because:

1: I was not penetrated or physically forced into an act I was unable to stop. After a few seconds of delayed shock reaction, I pushed him away and stopped the act. It was a blow job – sure, an extremely unwelcome one – but still, just a blow job.

2: Because in my head it was not a violent or extreme personal violation, I fear reporting it to the police may lead to compromising of the nude beach in Perth. I would hate us to lose it due to police or even media attention over something that in my eyes lies very low on the sexual offences list.

I love going to the nude beach and will continue to do so. I go there because I feel very comfortable with my nudity and do not go there for sexual gratification. I very much enjoy it when polite, decent strangers feel comfortable enough to come over and chat with me naked without any sexual contact. Sure, they may be sussing out if I’d like to do something, but being comfortable enough to come and talk without expecting something is a very cool thing in my book.

Trust me, if the incident was more severe, I’d be reporting it. But I’m old enough and mature enough to write this off in my head as an unpleasant isolated experience that will not cause me long term problems.

If you’re on the nude beach in Perth and you see a skinny white guy listening to his iPod, feel free to come and say hi. I’ll still be going! :)

Another blog reader commented on the facebook feed of this post. “Wow! I must admit I think the same guy has harassed me down at the same beach before. Last I saw of him though some detectives had followed him down to the beach & I haven’t seen him since. Thank God! It’s people like him that give us all a bad name.”

This morning, for the first day of 2012, I woke up at about 8am to a perfectly blue sky which has been all too rare in Sydney of late, so I had some breakfast and by 10am I was lying butt naked on the beach reading a book with a handful of others sharing the beach.

By the time I left just over 3 hours later I’d witnessed an almost perfect mix of people on the beach.

There were the 60+ year old lesbian couple with their boobs to their knees, the young family, the young straight couple trying to find the balance between their first trip to a nude beach and their attraction to each other. There were a few people who would be clinically defined as morbidly obese, but still soaking up the sunshine dressed in nothing but a smile. There was the lovely 50 year old guy who had grown up nudist and made good conversation.

In recent times my favoured nude beach has been getting less and less nude and even raided by police, but today I would say that the nudies outnumbered the textiles, or at least that’s how it felt.

I came home and lazed around the house nude relaxing and reading. Altogether I would say it was a blissful start to the year!

David took part in our recent Self Portrait Challenge here on Aussielicious and is a big fan of nude beaches and Hawaii, so he’s kindly sent in these photos and his own run down on the nude beach situation in Hawaii.

Hawaii used to be one place in the world in which there was never a problem being naked in public just about anytime you wanted to. Hawaii has always had a live and let live attitude about just about everything and although nudity was officially prohibited at public beaches, this ordinance was almost never enforced. If you wanted to go for a late-day swim and you forgot your bathing suit, on any weekday you could pretty much head for a deserted local beach, strip off and enjoy the Pacific’s warm waters. Although there are no official nude beaches on any of the Hawaiian Islands, several have decidedly been designated nude beaches by the local population. Two of the largest and best are Little Beach on Maui and Donkey Beach on Kauai. Little Beach in Makena is situated on cliffs overlooking Big Beach and is a bit of a challenge to get to, having to climb up some pretty steep cliffs and then head down an unpaved path to the beach. Once you’re there, it’s a nudist’s paradise, usually frequented by surfers, boogie boarders, Frisbee throwers, gay and straight couples of all ages, almost all of whom enjoy being naked together.

Some of the photos of me seen here were taken on Little Beach. Donkey Beach on Kauai has been a nude beach since the late 1960s, when it was often visited by stoned-out hippies. I’ve been getting naked on that beach for the past twenty years. It was originally an unmarked beach at the 11 mile marker, north of Kapa’a. You simply parked your car on the road and walked through an unpaved sugar cane field, following a rock path down to the beach. Unfortunately in recent years, a developer purchased the land from the sugar cane company and elected to build high-end houses valued in excess of three million dollars on the property. A parking lot has been installed, as well as a paved path to the beach, the once secluded beach being secluded no more. You can usually find a mixture of clothed and unclothed bathers on the beach but this is no longer the “hang loose” beach that it used to be. Several of the photos of me were taken at Donkey Beach and you can notice the folks in the background who are fully clothed, while I was enjoying my nakedness. Still both beaches are definitely worth a visit, if you heading out to either Maui or Kauai.

A few years ago a reader pulled me up on using photos of guys taken at the beach without their consent, the kind taken with a zoom lens and a sneaky attitude. Since then I haven’t used any photos where I don’t think the subject knew they were being shot.

Having been a regular on nude beaches for some years now it would be probably a bit foolish of me to assume that someone hadn’t taken sneaky photos of me or my friends and that they may well turn up on the internet at some point. While I don’t think it’s right I think I’ve resigned myself to the fact that it may happen.

How would you react if it happened to you?

A few days ago I posted about young people being put off going to a nude beach because it was usually mostly full of older guys. I copped a few negative comments from that post saying I too would get old and fat one day and I shouldn’t be so discriminating.

I wasn’t being discriminating. I understand that I’m already seeing the side effects of a slowing metabolism and aging. My point was that people tend to hang out with people their own age. It’s the same as a 50-60+ year old walking into a night club full of 20-somethings. They probably would feel more out of place than if they’d walked into a bar or club with and older demographic.

One commenter in Canada did understand my point and even illustrated the case with a story about a gay nudist group that has become almost exclusively older because of the few older guys trying to hit on the young guys. I understand everyone has their “type” that they feel attracted to and some young guys really like older guys and some older guys really like younger guys, but it’s not a valid argument to say “you’ll be old too one day” in an attempt to pick someone up. Maybe they want to grow old with someone their own age?

I have no problem being on a beach with the older guys. I have a problem with anyone, of any age not taking no for an answer. I’m not in the younger demographic anymore, being a couple of years off 40 and I too plan on being one of those old guys on the beach comfortable in my nudity despite my expanding waistline, but I won’t be getting upset when the 20 year old’s don’t want to hang out with me.

Bronte Beach in Sydney was the beach I considered my territory when I first moved to Sydney. It’s where I spent hundreds of hours each summer patrolling with the Surf Life Saving Club, rowing surfboats, perving on guys (pretending I was perving at girls), swimming and loving the lifestyle. I don’t go there much any more because they tend to frown on my naked tendencies but it’s a gorgeous beach and I think this video pretty much sums it up.

I haven’t been to Hawaii but this is not the overly populated with tourists and neon environment that I have seen too much of. Surfing nude, whales jumping in a beautiful ocean looks like heaven to me. I’m not entirely giving my stamp of approval to filming people nude on the beach almost certainly without their consent, but it’s not used in a gratuitous way.

Hawaii Whalewatching nude surfing beach party from Kimo Hawaii on Vimeo.

There is a new facebook group, founded by a guy here in Sydney who clearly feels the same as I do about the current state of nude beaches here. There is a growing number of people not going nude on our nude beaches. Granted, my favourite one isn’t a legal nude beach and has even been raided by the police recently, but why do people wearing swimwear want to go to a nude beach anyway?

The group, “It’s a Nude Beach, Nude Up or Go Home!” is hoping to encourage a large number of Sydney nudists and supporters to join its ranks so that when we have the numbers we can have what I guess is a “Nude In”. That is, we’d all hit the designated beach and all get nude taking up all the space and making the clothed members feel out of place, instead of them being in the majority which feels like a real possibility.

Some might not see this as important, but one of Sydney’s most famous nude beaches,  Lady Jane, is under threat of having it’s status revoked, and La Perouse as I said was raided recently by police. What’s wrong with people enjoying the sunshine without clothes?

Tonight a mate and I are going skinnydipping again in a spot that I love to go to for these kind of occasions. This weekend I’m doing my usual nude beach with a new nude friend on Saturday and then another friend is taking me to a new place that sounds really nice. It’s a nude beach with spectacular views and hardly anyone else there. I’m looking forward to exploring it and chatting and getting to know new nude buddies.

Tuesday is Australia Day here in Australia and I’m off to yet another nude beach down in the Royal National Park. It’s a hell of a hike back up the hill at the end of the day but it’s a really nice beach.

This week at work has been one of the worst I’ve had in ages. Not the most stressful but one of the longest and busiest and somehow each day felt like 36 hours and the week seemed like 12 days. Thus I was tooooooo tired and emotionally exhausted to post last night when I got home and it would have been a string of gibberish anyway. Then when I went to bed I couldn’t switch off and actually get to sleep. You could say I slept like a baby, but a real one, awake every two hours, emotional and over tired. I did manage to stop short of crying and soiling myself though which is a plus.

Today has turned out bright and sunny and warm so I will be naked on the beach in a little over an hour I predict. Tomorrow’s weather isn’t forecast as being so good but we’ll see what happens. Let’s see if I can’t find something interesting to write about by this afternoon. I have two different catch ups planned for this weekend with guys I’ve met on Grindr or Manhunt but expectations are low and it’s all nice and relaxed.

Hi everyone, I’m so sorry about the delays but as yet our internet provider at home still hasn’t come up with any answers for us which is pissing me off no end. So this post comes to you from my office where I am stuck in a very busy week trying to get urgent stuff done before we close for a couple of weeks over the Christmas period.

To update you all on stuff. Hot Nudie and I are no longer dating. A couple of factors were at play, for me anyway and I decided I think we’d be better as friends. It’s a shame but I’m learning that my gut instinct is quite often right these days and when I ignore it I end up burnt badly, like with the American a few years ago.

Our house doesn’t feel like a home at the moment. Flatmate has a couple of friends staying with us from the U.K. who are out here for about 6 months and all they do is sit around the house ALL day. If you arrived from a cold and wet country, for 6 months in a sunny and warm country, don’t you think you’d get off your arse and explore it? Even if it were out of courtesy to not be underfoot where you are staying? Apparently not. My flatmate is a very neat and clean person and this (straight) couple have spread their stuff over the entire living area. Laptops, sunglasses, phones, phone chargers, change, clothes, bags. You name it, we’re tripping over it. It’s going to be a close call whether the friendship between my flatmate and these two survives the two more days (total of 11) they are here.

I went to the nude beach with a mate who is living here from Canada yesterday. We were there for 3 hours and the poor sod didn’t drink any water and missed several spots on his (quite pale) skin with sunscreen despite my offers to put it on his back. He texted me this morning saying he’d had sun stroke last night, and was very ill and now has blisters on his back. Please, if you are going in the sun in Australia, be very very careful. We have a hole in the Ozone layer and very harsh sun.

Yesterday morning (Sunday) I packed up and left my parents place fairly early, around 9.30 or so and headed back up north. I didn’t go all the way through to Sydney but went up the beautiful coast road and stopped just near the south entrance to the Royal National Park. It’s a steep 20 minute walk down the hill to the lovely Werrong nude beach, which is fine on the way down but a bit of a bitch to get back up after relaxing in the sunshine all day.

I figured that since I was there at 10 am starting my walk, no one would be finishing their beach visit that early with such a hike, most people go for at least a few hours. So, I stripped off once I got past the sign that says nude beach ahead, as there is no other option on that trail and anyone going there would be nudies. Almost straight away I noticed a straight couple coming up the hill. I don’t like making anyone uncomfortable so I put my shorts on quickly. As soon as they were out of sight, off came the shorts again. It was so nice on such a warm day to hike down the trail completely naked apart from shoes. I wasn’t brave enough to walk back up nude though. I have done it once before but it was a very overcast day and didn’t think anyone would be coming down.

This happened just recently on Bondi Beach. It’s one of the first flash mob videos I’ve seen come out of Australia. I know there have been others, but I haven’t come across them. It looks like so much fun!

Last sunday saw a beautifully balmy day in Sydney. It reached about 25 degrees Celsius and blue sky as far as you could see. So two friends and I headed off to the nude beach for a few hours and soaked up some sun. I kinda braved the water briefly but that didn’t last long. It is still officially winter after all and the water was bloody cold and not ideal for making a good impression when you come out.

Later that afternoon the three of us headed to the newly opened Korean Baths and had a nude soak in the tubs for a few more hours. It was such a blissfully relaxing way to spend the day. It’s a shame that monday blew all that relaxation out of the water with me having to work until 2.30 am. I kind of reached a delirious tiredness and was dancing around the office waiting for posters to print.

Anyway, I thought the photos above pretty much represented the feeling of last sunday, except that none of us have the bodies of these guys.

After a wonderful four days in blissful Byron Bay a couple of weeks ago, I’ve been in long sleeve shirts and even jackets ever since. I’m not built for winter weather. It’s nice rugging up sometimes but we all know I’m a less is more kinda guy when it comes to clothing and a real boy of summer.

If I had to choose a winter environment or summer to spend the rest of my days, bring on the sun damage. I’d look like that old woman from Something about Mary quick smart, tits out and all.

I’m having withdrawal symptoms already. I can feel the vitamin D leeching from my body.