This page contains a hodge-podge of old posts and e-mail responses that I made over a period of time. These are just some thoughts and experiences.

Out of the teens and into the twenties

Posted to Streaking.org in June 2000

Today, I leave my teenage years behind and enter a new decade of life. I’m 20.

In looking back, life for the most part has been really great. The last 10 years were filled with tons of changes: childhood to adolescence to adulthood.

The next 10 will have even bigger changes. I’ll graduate from college and then start and advance into a career. Maybe marriage – hope so – when I’m ready and find the right guy. Maybe become a mom.

But one thing is for sure: I will continue to be an active nudist enjoying nudism at every opportunity. I will look for nude recreation (including streaking), I will find nudist friends, I will introduce nudism to others.

And just to prove it to myself, I did my boldest streak yet this morning. It was very early and still dark when I ran to a new housing development that is on the way to the undeveloped area where I usually run nude. This new neighborhood has a lot of houses that are already occupied as well as many that are still under construction. The streetlight was out at the first intersection and this is where I shucked my clothes. I took off running down the middle of the street, under the streetlights and past both occupied and unoccupied houses. I ran the two blocks to the end of the street where I had planned to turn around, but instead I turned the corner and went on another block. Then I turned around and ran back to where I started. I grabbed my clothes, but instead of getting dressed, I took off across the intersection and through the next area of the housing development. I ran all the way to the undeveloped area of land that is my usual nude running area. This was about a 9 block streak – more than twice as far as I had intended. Guess I got carried away.

I think this fits the webmaster’s definition of a streak. Was it non-sexual? Yes. Was I running? Yes. Was I without clothing? Definitely. Did anyone see me? I didn’t see anyone, but they could have seen me if they were looking out. Could they tell I was nude? Yes. Could they tell I was a girl? I hope so.

Thanks for listening.

Taking action and looking forward to the future,

SunnyDay

Subject: Streeeakin’ in the rain. Just streeeakin’ in the rain…

Posted to Streaking.org in September 2000

The most awesome thing of my nudist life happened on Labor Day (9/4). My friend Jeff and I were out at the place in the country where we go to hike nude. I’ve posted about him and this place before. It was a beautiful afternoon – sunny and hot, but not too hot – and we had been hiking awhile and were thoroughly enjoying ourselves. Just as we were nearing the top of a hill, I felt a couple of raindrops on my back. I looked at Jeff and he looked at me which indicated that he had felt the same thing. We both turned around to face an oncoming rain shower that immediately engulfed us. The rain steadily and quickly came over us as we stood there feeling the cool rain drops splash on our skin and run down our bodies. The thing that was so awesome about this is that the sun was shining as bright as could be. I’ve been nude in the rain before, but never in a rain shower with the sun shining. There was no wind or lightning or danger – just rain and sunshine at the same time. It was totally, totally awesome! Words can’t begin to describe it.

I guess we were both overcome with the beauty of it all. We started laughing and acting really silly. We sang "Singin’ in the rain" (neither of us knew any of the words but those.) I did a few cartwheels. We danced around facing each other and holding on to each other’s wrists (both arms) and just spinning each other around. We looked up at the sky and let the rain splash in our faces. I know this probably sounds really dumb to you all, but it was just so awesome and so beautiful! Jeff and I were there on a hilltop in the rain and the sunshine. We were both totally nude and far from our clothes. (I didn’t even have a scrunchie in my hair.) It was just so natural. So beautiful.

And then the rain ended as abruptly as it began. The shower probably hadn’t lasted more than five minutes. We just stood there grinning at each other as the last of the rain finished running down our wet bodies. Our hair was dripping. We didn’t care. We knew that this was a rare occurrence not likely to be repeated soon.

We continued hiking feeling the wet grass under our feet and feeling the slight breeze as it evaporated the rain from our skin. We couldn’t stop talking about what we had just experienced. I doubt that either of us will ever forget it. I know I won’t.

If you ever get a chance to go nude in the rain, just do it! (Well, don’t do it if there is lighting or other danger.)

Streakin’ in the rain on a…

SunnyDay

Subject: streakin’ under a harvest moon

Posted to Streaking.org in September 2000

Have any of you ever streaked under the bright, full harvest moon? Well now I can say that I have.

I got up way early this morning to go running. This was one of those days that school and work were going to leave me no other time to run and I’m addicted to running. The temperature was warm and it would be a long time yet before the first light of day, but the moonlight was so bright I could see everything plainly.

I ran to a new housing development that’s about a mile from my apartment and ran to the newest phase. The streets are in, but there are no streetlights and no houses yet. As soon as I was just past the last streetlight at the edge of this new street, I stopped just long enough to peel off my sports bra and running shorts (about four seconds). Then I continued running nude (my favorite and best-fitting outfit!). Now I’ve been running here nude all season whenever I’ve had to run in the early morning hours, but this morning was different. The moon was so brightly lighting up the landscape that it seemed magical. Everything had that moon glow look to it. With the warm breeze blowing all over me as I ran, it just felt so grand. As I ran, I could see a few cars way off and I saw a couple of other runners on the lighted streets a short distance away, but I was in my own magical, moon-glow world that was invisible to all those in the lighted world.

I’d recommend new housing developments as good places to be nude when you can’t get out of town. . I’ve been running nude in this development for two seasons now and I’ve only come remotely close to being caught twice. Both times were by cars and I could see their headlights coming a long way away. And I’ve never ever seen another runner or walker here. I guess most people just don’t want to venture down an unlighted street. Its so kind of the developers to provide me with such a wonderful private training ground where I can run nude. This is the third phase of new streets that I’ve personally initiated for them. Little do they know.

I continued my nude running for about an hour, a little longer than I’d planned, but I just didn’t want to quit. But finally I ran out of time and had to get dressed again and run on back home. This was the perfect start to a great day.

Wearing only moonlight feels great! Try it if you haven’t already.

SunnyDay

Subject: Another full moon nude run

Posted to Streaking.org in October 2000

Last night as I walked home from the campus library and I looked up and saw a full moon in a clear sky, I was thinking how perfect it would be for a nude run in the morning. I thought my early morning nude running was over for the season (and it probably should be), but the weather has warmed back up considerably. When I checked the forecast and heard that the overnight temps would not drop below 50 degrees (F.), I knew that in the morning I would be running wearing only moonlight.

So this morning I got up early (4:30), checked the temp (52 degrees). It was a go! I ran to the new housing development where I have run nude all summer (no streetlights or houses yet) and peeled everything off. A day or two ago someone posted that they were more aware of their nudity when they streaked in the cold. Well they were right! When I turned to start running again, I was headed straight into a 52 degree breeze and I immediately became so very aware that I was nude! The cold breeze against every bit of my sweaty skin gave me that cold, tingly feeling all up and down my body. Quite invigorating (to say the least).

But in spite of the cold, the whole experience was as wondrous and magical as when I did this same thing last month. The moon was completely full and casting enough light on my surroundings and me that everything was almost as clear as day. There were a gazillion stars in an absolutely clear sky. Running nude was absolutely fantastic in the quiet of the early morning – just me and my moon shadow (and she doesn’t say much).

When I ran with the wind, it was very comfortable. When running against or across the wind, I knew I was nude with every step.

I ran a good long while like this trying to enjoy every last minute. I never know when the last time for the season will be for these early morning runs. I thought it would feel good to put my clothes back on when it was time to run home, but those same old feelings came back about how awful clothes feel after you’ve enjoyed the freedom of nudism for a time.

I hope you all can experience streaking in the moonlight.

Honestly,

SunnyDay

A Miscellaneous Collection of E-mail Responses

The following is a collection of responses that I made to e-mail that I received from various people way, way back when.  For the longest time I forgot I had saved all this.  Then when I posted it out on the message board, it was requested that I put it up permanently somewhere, so here it is – revised only to remove names.  It is what it is... 

Now your question to me was about how it appeared from my writings that I slipped easily into social nudity and you wondered if my upbringing had anything to do with it.  I think my upbringing had everything to do with it.  But first of all my parents were not nudists and as far as I know were never in a social nude setting, so I was not raised as a nudist. 

On the other hand, my parents taught me that all people including myself were uniquely created by God and that all people including myself have value and importance to one another.  I think that concept has given me solid self-esteem and self-confidence in all that I do – especially in my interactions and relationships with other people.  Within those teachings, I was taught that my body was unique and good and that there is no shame associated with it.  My Mom and Dad (especially my Mom) told me that I should never feel inferior to others because everyone has strengths and weaknesses.  No one is superior to another just by virtue of how they look (their physical characteristics).  

You asked about nudism in my home life.  We didn’t walk around the house nude.  My parents never did it and so I didn’t either.  I had my own room with its own bathroom and my parents of course had their own room with its own bathroom so there wasn’t much need to be nude outside our bedrooms.  With that said, my Mom was totally at ease with me seeing her nude if I was in their room while she was dressing or coming out of the shower.  She would stop and we’d talk at length with her standing there nude without trying to cover up or hurry to get dressed.  She was comfortable with the situation and I guess I followed her example.  If she happened to come to my room and I was nude or in the process of changing, I behaved the same way.  Nudity in that situation was normal for us.  So by the time I was playing sports in school where it involved changing and showering with other girls, I had no problem with being nude with others although plenty of the other girls did.

I don’t know when I stopped being nude in front of my dad, but it happened at some point.  It wasn’t something that we went out of our way to avoid – it just didn’t happen.  Don’t get me wrong – my dad and I were very close, but we had our own personal space so we just didn’t’ see each other nude.  There were a couple of exceptions to that when I saw my dad nude, but it wasn’t any kind of a catastrophe.  I was in their space without realizing that he was there, so I simply said something to that effect and left the room.  It was not an issue.

But even during the times I was growing up, I had urges to be without my clothes, but I didn’t know why and I seldom acted on them.  It wasn’t until fairly recently that I’ve come to realize that this feeling that clothes don’t belong on me is normal and healthy for me.  So now I prefer to be without clothes whenever its possible and practical although that’s not very often now that its winter.

Well,  that’s probably way more than you wanted to know about me, but I’m glad you asked the question.  It made me think about my background and where I came from.  In fact I think sometime that I will expand on this and include it on my web site.  Thanks for the idea.

While growing up, my parents always taught me that no one is perfect, everyone is unique, and that we should value and appreciate our uniqueness.  I guess that’s what made me bold enough go nude on the nude beach the first time (even though I was pretty nervous).  But then what I found, was that even though I was unique among the several hundred other unique nude people there, we’re all still pretty much the same.  I never felt like I was being stared at.

You wrote:

“My daughter in law attended college on a track scholorship so maybe there is something about being an athlete that makes it easier to be a nudist.”

You may be right about that.  Speaking for myself, I’m more concerned with how my body feels and performs than I am about how it looks (although how I look is still very important).  So I think this outlook allows me to be more self-confident and more free and open with others since I’m not too worried about what they might think about how I look.  I don’t know if I explained myself on this very well.  You should ask your daughter in low what she thinks and compare our answers.

You mentioned that there aren’t many young people at the nudist places you’ve been to.  That’s been my observation, too.  But another thing that I’ve noticed is that nudists generally are more open and friendly and accepting of others regardless of age differences.  I’ve always felt accepted even when I was the youngest one around and had nothing (except nudism) in common with anyone else.

When I was fifteen, I lost my parents in an auto accident.  I’m an only child, so when that happened I felt like not only had I lost my entire family, I had lost my entire identity along with them.  I went to live with my uncle (my dad’s younger brother) and his family.  Although I still lived in the same general vicinity as I had before, it was far enough away that I had to change schools, churches, and everything familiar, which threw me into even more turmoil and chaos. 

My uncle and aunt were so kind and caring and understanding of me.  They didn’t try to take the place of my parents or force me to be their kid.  All they wanted to do was to help me in any way possible.  They found and introduced me to a counselor who eventually did wonders in helping me recognize and then work through my grief.  This took months and neither my counselor nor my uncle and aunt ever gave up on me even though I put them through hell in the process. 

Once my counselor finally got through to me and began helping me work through my grief, we also began to look for ways to help me establish who I was and who I wanted to be.  We (all of us) began to explore the idea of me establishing my own household and we (all of us) finally settled on the idea of me going to another area not too far away and start living on my own for my senior year of high school.

We chose the community that I now live in for several reasons.  I was already somewhat familiar with the church and a few people there from attending camps and other activities through my own church.  I had also been to camps during the summer at the college there and there was the possibility that I might choose to attend college there.  Besides all that, it’s only about forty miles from my uncle’s home.

So that’s how it happened that I was somewhat on my own in my own apartment beginning with my senior year of high school.  I say somewhat because my uncle and aunt were not far away, there were a couple of families in my new town that were available for me, and my landlords, a retired couple who understood the situation lived right below me.

I think the reason that this was feasible for a seventeen year old kid was because due to the loss of my parents, I was probably a lot more mature than most seventeen year olds.  I spent the first night in my apartment the night before school started that year and right from the beginning I stayed very focused on the things that were important.  I studied hard - my grades were better than they’d ever been before.  Even though I was a new kid in school, I got involved in school activities right away – especially sports – and made a lot of new friends right away (including my now best friend, Julie).  I got involved in my new church (which I still attend).  And before long I started working at the local community center (where I still work).

I had been living in my new town for about a month when I first noticed the change in the way I felt about myself and who I was.  I had started to feel like my life had purpose and direction and that I was going somewhere.  I’m probably not explaining this very well, but it was an important discovery for me and I now knew that I was doing the right thing, which made me all the more determined to do it well.

I’m not sure who was the most scared about all this in the beginning – me or my uncle and aunt – but it’s worked out very well.  My uncle and aunt and cousins are a wonderful family – I love them very much and I’ll be forever grateful to them for all that they have done and are still doing for me.  I see them often.  And I now attend the college here (as mentioned above).  It’s a small, private college.

I always hesitate to discuss all this with people because I don’t want them to feel sorry for me.  I have a number of wonderful people in my life that love and care about me as I do them.  Of course, I miss my parents very much and I wish I still had my parents like most everybody else my age, but I’m doing well in spite of the situation.  I’ll make it.

OK, now let’s get to the rest of your questions.  You now know how I came to have an apartment when I was seventeen.  I was still seventeen when I graduated from high school.  I was still seventeen (barely) when Emmy and I went on our trip.  The island we visited was St. Martin, a wonderful place that I will definitely return to someday.  We had so much fun!  Our travel agent at the time said that accommodations, food, and car rental were very reasonable there, but I didn’t do any comparisons to other islands.  It’s now been three years since our trip, so the information I’ve given you about that is old and you should do your own research just to be current.

“The whole nudism/sexuality thing doesn't seem to be an issue for you at all.  Was there ever a time when you struggled with this issue?”  No.  Now you probably want an explanation, right?  That’s going to force me to think about it, but I guess that’s a good thing.  OK, here goes. 

I didn’t grow up in a nudist environment nor did my parents go around the house nude.  But from as far back as I can remember, my mom was comfortable being nude with me present when she was changing or showering.  She never tried to hide or hurry and get dressed.  I also can remember times when I was in my parents room and my mom would happen to be nude with my dad and me both present (he and I were dressed) and my mom again was completely at ease with that situation.  So I learned to be the same way - if she happened to be in my room when I was showering or changing, no big deal.  We’d talk or whatever.

My mom also taught me from a young age that I should never be ashamed of my body – that I was created to be unique and that I shouldn’t wish I looked like somebody else, because they probably wished they looked like me.  This was an important thing to learn, because there is a lot of cruel teasing and insulting that goes on among girls during adolescence.  I was sort of a late developer and I received more than my fair share of it.  I think a lot of girls develop a poor self-image and low self-esteem as a result of this kind of teasing.  But because of my upbringing, it didn’t get me down.

I remember one time after some sort of a game or practice, we were in the locker room showering and changing.  This was a bunch of 13 and 14 year old girls, so we were at all stages of development.  I had just come out of the shower room and returned to my locker to get dressed.  Several of the older girls who I guess were too self-conscience to take showers were already there just changing their shoes or something.  At any rate, I was nude and they were not.  One of them who often gave us younger girls a bad time made some particularly cruel remark about me and my lack of development to the whole group.  She and a few of her friends laughed.  I remember that instead of it hurting me, it made me so angry – livid!  I guess I was tired and cranky after the game - maybe we lost – but that’s no excuse for my actions.  But anyway, she was sitting on a bench and I was standing near my locker.  I remember I threw my towel on the floor and stormed over to her.  It was only a few steps so she didn’t have time to get up.  So there I was completely nude and my hair wet and stringy standing over her with my fists clinched and ready to let her have it.  I may not have had much in the way of boobs or curves yet, but my years of gymnastics, dance, competitive swimming, and other sports had given me good muscular development and I guess they were tensed and flexed as I stared down at her.  She was bigger than me in every way, but I was so close that she couldn’t get up.  Suddenly no one was laughing – you could have heard a pin drop.  One of my friends finally broke the silence and said, “Sunny, don’t.”  I came to my senses and whirled around and went back to my locker.  The girl and her friends quickly finished changing and hurried out.  My friends told me later that I looked like some kind of naked warrior standing there like that.  They also said that the sudden look of surprise and then fear on that girl’s and her friends’ faces was priceless.  There wasn’t much teasing of anybody after that.  And later when I was one of the older girls, I always stood up for the younger ones if anybody started anything.

OK, so where’s the sexuality in all that?  It’s not there.  It never was.  So I guess that’s why I have no conflicting issues between sex and nudism.  I think I’m as aware of my sexuality as anybody else, but it’s no more of an issue when I’m nude than when I’m dressed.  I’m the same person either way.  I live my life with the same values and belief system either way.  That may just be me, but I don’t think so.  I hope that explanation is sufficient – it’s the best I can do.

The other is that when I decided I would start posting information about my experiences with nudism on the Internet, I set an absolute rule for myself that for my own safety I would never ever disclose my real identity and location nor would I ever put up any pictures of myself nor would I ever physically meet anyone that I had met on the Net.  The reason for all this secrecy and caution is simply for my personal safety.  While I am certain that you are the gentleman in real life that you appear to be in your e-mails and as much as I am certain I would enjoy meeting you as much as I enjoy our e-mail conversations, I just can’t make any exceptions to this rule.  You have admonished me in the past about being careful and so I hope that you will please understand. 

I just have to be extremely careful.  Most of the people that write to me on the Net seem very nice and genuine, but you need to know that I occasionally receive some very creepy, pervy e-mails that really scare me and make me question whether or not I should keep doing this.  I suppose that

[ Please note that I somehow failed to hang on to the remainder of this email so this is all there is. Sorry. ]