Shoreham Beach was where it all started. My naturism, I mean; and effectively my life too!
For 43 years I lacked confidence in myself, shutting myself away all my life. So one day I decided; what the hell, and went over the wall. Living near 2 nudist beaches made it easy! In truth I was heavily depressed and probably seeking ridicule. All the naturists welcomed and accepted me as I am, just another guy on a beach, which of course I am! Not all guys are definitively male.
Acceptance has been almost universal except for the odd abusive idiot or discriminatory club-reclusive, but, hey, someone had to fight for the other side in WW2, lol! So, if you want to find me, visit Shoreham Beach, somewhere in the following gallery.
Start by clicking this thumbnail for my elegy to Shoreham Beach!