The most worthy bravery is finding a way to do what you love even when others don’t understand why. As someone who is preparing to dance naked at Nudes-A-Poppin this summer, I fully understand how she feels.
Hey, that’s cool. I’ve never been to it, but I’ve been aware of Nudes-A-Poppin, thanks to pictures from the event, for it seems like forever. Likely since slightly before I really should have been looking at stuff like that. 😀
Yeah, me too. But seriously please come, I went for the first time last year and it is awesome. Everyone is so friendly. It’s at Ponderosa Sun Club in Roselawn Indiana. Because it’s a nudist resort everyone is allowed to be naked. The weekend revolves around the stage competition which is mostly professional strippers, and they are all required to go full nude for at least part of their peformance. For the audience, clothing is optional and about half the people just come to watch the show and check out the naked people and leave their clothes on, but at any time you can strip bare nude and nobody cares. I spent the whole weekend nude in the front row.
I was there a long. long time ago. Our college rugby club held a reunion party there. This was not the Nudes-a-Poppin’ weekend. An ex-girlfriend of mine was a rugger-hugger, and she really wanted to go. Neither of us knew it was a nudist campground. SURPRISE! She thought I knew and “tricked” her into going. I had not a clue, and it was her idea to go. I even offered to drive her back to campus. Meant me driving back to pick up the other couple that rode with us. She decided to stay. She ended up loving the experience more than I did. I feared sunburn where no one wants to get burnt. Bring plenty of sunscreen.
When I went, it was not a resort: just campgrounds, RV hookups, and a pool.
Our rugby parties tended to be wild. We did naked human bowling – sliding down a water/beer cover plastic to knock over beer bottles. Elephant walks. Drunk naked college girls were the norm. One bar would not let us inside because our jerseys were covered in mud, so we stripped down you our jock straps in the parking lot and entered. The police didn’t think it was as funny as we did.
The most worthy bravery is finding a way to do what you love even when others don’t understand why. As someone who is preparing to dance naked at Nudes-A-Poppin this summer, I fully understand how she feels.
Hey, that’s cool. I’ve never been to it, but I’ve been aware of Nudes-A-Poppin, thanks to pictures from the event, for it seems like forever. Likely since slightly before I really should have been looking at stuff like that. 😀
Yeah, me too. But seriously please come, I went for the first time last year and it is awesome. Everyone is so friendly. It’s at Ponderosa Sun Club in Roselawn Indiana. Because it’s a nudist resort everyone is allowed to be naked. The weekend revolves around the stage competition which is mostly professional strippers, and they are all required to go full nude for at least part of their peformance. For the audience, clothing is optional and about half the people just come to watch the show and check out the naked people and leave their clothes on, but at any time you can strip bare nude and nobody cares. I spent the whole weekend nude in the front row.
Man, I’d like to, you really make it sound great… but it’s nowhere near me. It would be difficult to arrange. One for the bucket list I suppose.
How’d it go?
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I was there a long. long time ago. Our college rugby club held a reunion party there. This was not the Nudes-a-Poppin’ weekend. An ex-girlfriend of mine was a rugger-hugger, and she really wanted to go. Neither of us knew it was a nudist campground. SURPRISE! She thought I knew and “tricked” her into going. I had not a clue, and it was her idea to go. I even offered to drive her back to campus. Meant me driving back to pick up the other couple that rode with us. She decided to stay. She ended up loving the experience more than I did. I feared sunburn where no one wants to get burnt. Bring plenty of sunscreen.
When I went, it was not a resort: just campgrounds, RV hookups, and a pool.
Our rugby parties tended to be wild. We did naked human bowling – sliding down a water/beer cover plastic to knock over beer bottles. Elephant walks. Drunk naked college girls were the norm. One bar would not let us inside because our jerseys were covered in mud, so we stripped down you our jock straps in the parking lot and entered. The police didn’t think it was as funny as we did.