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And many late nights, after the rest of the family had gone to bed, I would quietly slip ito the pool for a skinny dip. It was a wonderful natural high. Interestingly enough, I decided to attend college at UC San Diego. During the orientation tour of the campus, the counselor told us incoming freshmen about nearby Black's Beach -- and expressed some surprise when many of us didn't know about its staus as one of the best-known nude beaches in the country. So, I knew right then and there where I would be taking most of my study breaks. I must say, though, that I experienced what I would expect is a normal degree of trepidation when confronted with a first-time nude beach experience. I remember visiting the beach a few times, and remaining clothed, trying to decide whether I was "safe". I saw that the beach was huge and spread out such that one could very much maintain a feeling of having "personal space", at what felt like a comfortable distance from other beach-goers whose motives for being there might be considerably less than innocent. Finally, the lure of what I had in the back of my mind always wanted to experience won out, and one day I took my new boogie-board down to beach, and without hesitation discarded my swimsuit. I hurried down to the water, still a little nervous, trying not to make eye contact with the few people that were nearby. I plunged into the waves, and quickly realized I was having the time of my life. I rode the waves for a while, loving the sensation, feeling like my body was made for this. I tired after a while, and decided to head back up to the beach. Feeling more relaxed and confident now, I looked around at some of the others present. I should probably mention here that I've been blessed with some pretty good genes, and I should probably also mention that it was impossible not to notice the -- well, stares -- of many of the gay men present. After a moment or two of nervousness, I quickly decided that this was essentially a public place, and going naked was my choice, and that I couldn't really stop anyone who wanted to look at me from looking. And that as long as they kept a respectable distance and refrained from outwardly lewd behavior or unwanted advances or harassment, I would merely accept the "eye contact" as a compliment, and think no more of it and enjoy myself. I was pleased when it turned out that my fellow naked people behaved exactly as I had figured they would. And my attitude toward the nude experience is pretty much the same today -- taking off my clothes is a choice I make, but I can't control what you do. If you want to look, go ahead and look, but I trust that you won't harass or otherwise act distastefully. To this day, my recollections of my many, many nude excursions to that beach are some of my best memories. In recent years, I've been land-locked, so to speak, near Sacramento, but it's always been in the back of my mind to get back to Black's. I'd also like to check out San Onofre.