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Never a Stranger in Paradise

9/30/2013

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When I eventually left my job of social director at Paradise Lakes Nudist Resort to pursue my fortune living as a nudist ex-pat in the textile world, the one thing that I missed most about the naked world was the palpable sense of community I had always felt there. What I came to realize was that there was an almost unconditional acceptance and respect for one another that went far beyond standard social norms. People really did look out for each other. I can’t tell you how many times I heard one resident asking another something like, “Have you seen Jim Lately? Maybe we should drop by his place just to make sure he’s doing alright”. If someone fell sick, neighbors would take turns dropping by meals, picking up prescriptions or just holding one’s hand for a while.  It didn't matter whether you were tall, short, fat, skinny, rich, poor, hairy, bald, black, white or even purple, for that matter.  As long as you were naked, you were a member of the team and the other team members would stand beside you and defend your right to be exactly yourself; your Essential Self. Maybe this was just some hold over from the “Hippie Communes” of the sixties or the fact that it’s extremely difficult to be disingenuous sans clothing. Whatever the case, it made for a truly wonderful living environment.

After leaving the nudist community, I searched for many years in vain to try to find that sense of belonging I had left behind in Florida. I moved from one apartment complex to another and all I found were neighbors that appeared to be afraid to make even the slightest bit of eye contact in fear that I might be a serial killer or even worse, a Democrat. When I’d venture to say “good morning” or even “hello”, I would receive a blank stare followed by a rush to get in their door and then the sound of multiple dead bolts clicking into the locked position.

 I eventually purchased a home in a brand new housing development thinking that I would be the force behind creating the community that I longed for. I was one of the first owners to move in, and as other homes were completed and occupied on my block, I would make it a point to knock on each door, introduce myself and welcome them to the neighborhood. I decided that my next step would be to plan a block party and invite all my neighbors so that everyone would have a chance to get acquainted. I made a trip to Sam’s Club and picked up gigantic amounts of hot dogs, hamburgers, soft drinks and beer. On the day of the party, I set up my grill and sound system in my driveway, preparing for a large turnout that would serve as the vehicle to kick off the start of the community that I had been dreaming of. Now maybe it was the fact that I had erected a gigantic illuminated peace sign as my Christmas decoration or that I regularly chose to fly a Tibetan Prayer Flag from my flagpole, but not one of my neighbors bothered to show up or even come out of their house to acknowledge my effort.

I later sold that house and moved to Virginia for a job opportunity. It was there that my amazingly accepting girlfriend came home one day and exclaimed, “I found the place we've been looking for!” We got in the car and drove to an unassuming beachfront condominium complex. As we pulled into the parking lot, I noticed a group of people (and their dogs) assembled on the community deck, cheerfully drinking and socializing with one another.  I asked the crowd, “Special occasion?” and someone answered “Yes! Tuesday!” followed by the entire group breaking out into uproarious laughter. A beautiful young lady with long curly red hair and an infectious smile approached us and said, “You must be the folks that are interested in the third floor condo. Follow me and I’ll show you around.” We walked up a long winding staircase and witnessed the most amazing view of the Chesapeake Bay either of us had ever seen. She went on to explain that she hoped we would take the unit since it had been quite a while since anyone fun had lived up there. Now I’m not exactly sure how she knew we were “fun”, but she went on to explain how one of the longtime residents had made it her mission to make this a fun place to live. As new residents moved in, she made sure that they knew that they were invited to the party. Over the years, the idea just sort of snowballed with one cheerleader after another stepping in and picking up the baton. To this day, we live in a loving, caring and joyful commUnity. We range in age from 25 to 85 and I never seem to return without at least one person shouting out my name to welcome me home or saying something like “It’s good to see you! We missed you!  Can we have a movie night this weekend?  How about cooking out?  Brunch on Sunday? It seems I have taken on the role of social director once again for a slightly smaller group of not so naked people.   

If you’re like I was and find yourself living outside the nudist community, but yearning for that sense of belonging, don’t worry Dude. There are like-minded people everywhere and they are looking for a Dude just like you.



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    About Wali,
    The Grateful Dude

    In my formative years, I was lucky enough to attend an amazing high school modeled after the freedom school from the Billie Jack films. The curriculum included outdoor education, pottery and organic farming and emphasized values like creativity, self awareness and a strong sense of community. I spent several summers traveling from show to show with The Grateful Dead and found that not only could I beat the crap out of a plastic bucket in a drum circle, I was also quite the imported beer salesman. My early career started off in the eighties driving limousine for posers, drug dealers and wannabe rock stars in Los Angeles. In the late eighties, I was introduced to the former owner of Paradise Lakes Nudist Resort who had just seduced and proposed to my roommate while she was on vacation in Florida. Fred took me aside one afternoon  and told me, “I like you, kid and since I’m taking your roommate and I’m pretty sure you can’t afford this beach rental on your own, why not come on out to Florida? I’ll find you a place to stay, give you a job and you’ll be surrounded by naked women”. So I loaded up my truck and moved to Paradise. Lakes, that is. Swimmin’ pools. Porno stars. (insert banjo solo here).

    I wake up every morning (well almost every morning) knowing that today is a wonderful gift to be unwrapped and explored. I believe that every day is filled with limitless possibilities and endless abundance. I’m convinced that our true purpose in life is to interact with our fellow beings and give witness to this amazing universe that surrounds us.

    If you are searching for miracles in life, you need go no farther than your backyard to realize that we are living in the midst of the greatest miracle of all.

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