Greg1956 wrote:I was raised in a household where nudity was non-existent. I have a brother who is a year and a half older than me and after I was maybe five or so my mom sort of kept us separated while bathing, dressing, etc. I happened to see him nude when I was in 7th grade and our gym classes were the same period and we were in the communal showers together. Once I got to that age where we had to take showers with all the other guys, I lost my inhibitions about that form of nudity.
When I was in my first year of college I saw a flyer saying the art department needed nude models. I was kind of petrified by the thought of it, but had to pay my own way through school and the pay was superior to any other job I could get so I applied and got it. I was nearly physically ill the first time I had to strip down and then get up on the model stand, positioned in the middle of the room, in front of a co-ed class of about 20 students and a female instructor. To top it off it was the school I was a student at and I was nude in front of fellow students and friends. I ended up getting an erection to top it off. I was mortified. The instructor was kind enough to get me in a pose where it was not on full display. Looking back on that day it was maybe the best thing that ever could have happened to me. After that it was like nothing could get worse and everyone had seen my junk so I felt liberated. Even more liberating wasehen my mom came to the college to see a show where some of my art was on display, but she also saw quite a few drawings and paintings I had posed for in all my nude glory.
I also had my first nude beach experience around that time. It became very apparent that nudity was simply about freedom, not sex. I saw entire families, including kids, parents and grandparents nude together.
Up until I was in my 30’s I had always had male doctors and nurses were never present when I had to strip down for my annual physicals, etc. Generally, at those times I was just asked to pull my underwear down for that quick “turn your head and cough” moment. Then, due to a new insurance plan I had to change Primary Care Physicians. When I went for my annual physical I was asked to completely undress and put on a very short paper gown. When I was in the gown there was a knock on the door and the doctor and female nurse entered. I was asked to get on the exam table and lay back. My junk was fully exposed. Then I was asked to pull the top part down to expose my chest so all that was left was bunched up covering my stomach. As the doctor examined me he told the nurse what notes to write down so she was pretty well occupied, but kept taking glances at me. Finally the doctor asked me to stand and took the paper gown away. After checking my junk very thoroughly, he then had me do balancing exercises, walk back and forth in the room to check posture and gate, etc. I think it was the first time I was grateful I had ED and troubles getting an erection.
As my ED got worse I had many more interactions where females saw me nude, touched my junk, etc. after a while I lost any concern over woman seeing or touching me, knowing they were medical professionals and to them I was just a part of their job. I had surgery for a Variocele on my testicle and before I was sedated a pretty young female nurse scrubbed my genitals. Although I had ED when I was flat on my back I still got strong erections at that time and I felt it happening. I told her I was sorry and she told me it was nothing to be ashamed of and it happened fairly often.
When I had Prostate Cancer I ended up having a Prostatectomy. After surgery I was in a room overnight and female nurses kept coming in to check catheter and empty the bag. The next morning when the doctor came in he had three females and two males with him who were med students and asked if I minded if they were there when he examined me. By that time it was like I had been exposed so much it didn’t matter.
Over the years I continued nude modeling. One of my favorite modeling jobs ever was as a model for an outdoor body painting event in a high traffic tourist area in San Francisco. I was assigned a position on a raised platform right out in front, with everyone at eye level to my junk. My face wasthe last thing painted so I was pretty much exposed for four hours and an estimated 10,000 people saw me and a few other models nude. After we were all painted we had a nude “parade” all over Fisherman’s Wharf. I’ve had other jobs where I am the only one nude in front of a couple hundred people who are fully dressed.
I have read comments in other threads here from men who don’t care to see other guys naked. That isn’t what it’s all about. Being nude with others, whether it’s all men or both men and women is all about body acceptance, freedom, and liberation. Once you get comfortable in your own skin you see we are all just people and it eliminates all of the crap about who has the best car, clothes, etc.
Greg, I have seen some of your nude pictures on this site and you are blessed with a nice "package". Me not so much, very much a grower, and only one testicle, so have always been very bashful about being nude in front of other people, ie. common showers, or locker rooms etc. Doctors aren't as much of an issue, but still unconformable. I know it is just me but one of the things I am looking forward to with my implant is having a better looking flaccid size, I hope. Even to pee I have to "dig it out". Erect I am OK with it, 5.5" and a very large girth, over 6.5", but flaccid it sucks! I love being nude, just not around others.