We spent the day at TARA, and enjoyed ourselves so much that we wanted to become members immediately.

I took my clothes off, slowly, then lay flat on the sand - a bit like the Windmill Theatre (it's all right as long as you don't move!com, to tell my story of self discovery and healing, with the hope that it might help someone out there, and then maybe, they’d share their story too. The next day we retreated to his bungalow, his parents got him a separate one from them, as they (like Kara and I suspected of our parents) liked to swing with other couples when they were at these resorts. One weekend, my wife and I decided to arrive at a nudist resort (to which we belonged) on a Saturday morning. I could tell she wanted nothing more than to take it out and suck it there and then, but I must tell you - we f****d like rabbits when we got back to our hotel. One thing I have learned is nudists don’t want to change the world, they only wish it was more enlightened.

I would have to construct my own sort of invisible architecture, a network of favours and miracles, a jerry-rigged scaffold of hope to enclose this project we’d broken ground on together. I feel textile friends who knew/know me possibly would feel it is out of character that I would be so comfortable clothesfree but it is as it really makes me feel myself without and facade.

I am actively providing context to the official documents, with my memories and photographs, and now, with my inner voice. By using the Web site, you confirm that you have read, understood, and agreed to be bound by the Terms and Conditions. I forget which book we talked about that night, but suffice to say my son’s appearance left a lasting impression.