By Willie B.
williebflorida@gmail.com
Copyright 2025 by Willie B., all rights reserved
[2,377 words]
* * * * *Stripping: is it just for tourists?
A Stripped For Florida interview
By Willie B. Florida
williebflorida@gmail.com
That's the question I set out to answer by interviewing some native
Floridians. We all know that when the weather is hot, tourists flock
to Florida's beach communities, and as sure as the sun rises every day,
the boardwalks and sands will be filled with newly stripped children.
Take a look at the license tags of the cars parked along A1A and you'll
find that folks have driven from the likes of Missouri, Ohio, Arkansas,
North Carolina, New York and Maine for a chance at white sands,
sparkling waters, and the thrill of making their children frolic in the
altogether.
What about Florida's young people? Are they
keeping their suits on? After all, it isn't possible for them to enjoy
a bit of temporary relief by stripping down in hot weather, or to enjoy
some vacation playtime in the buff. Once stripped, a Florida kid is
naked until at least 21 years of age.
The first place I
consulted was the Tallahassee office of Stripped for Florida (SFF), the
official state program that administers all facets of Florida's legal
nudity laws. According to the latest statistics, 85% of all children
who visit Florida for periods of 6 weeks or less are stripped. That's
a staggering number, and nearly the same for both boys and girls!
It gets more complex to analyze the figures for Florida residents. The
SFF office says that by the age of 21, nearly 72% of all Florida
residents have been stripped. The total is slightly higher for boys
(73.4%) than for girls (70.6%). These statistics would have you think
that over two thirds of the kids in Florida are naked all the time, but
a quick look around will certainly confirm that this is not the case.
Why? The reason is that young people are stripped at all different
ages, ranging from being stripped at birth until the day before the
young adult turns 21. A deeper look at the statistics shows that there
are certain ages that families tend to favor when stripping their
kids. A very small minority strip a child from birth until two years
old: just under 3%. In the age bracket from 8 to 11, 25% of families
strip a kid, with a similar 27% stripping a kid between the ages 12 to
15. From age 16 to 18 a whopping 45% of all strippings take place! 4%
of all children are stripped for life.
How do these
statistics translate into reality? In a typical third grade classroom
nearly 4 out 5 kids are clothed. By the time you get to high school,
over two thirds of your classmates are likely to be naked. There are
regional differences as well. Residents of coastal communities and
South Florida are most likely to strip their children. Residents of
the sparsely populated rural counties of North Florida are least likely
to strip their kids, although anecdotal evidence suggests that families
in these counties are more likely to ignore the law and let their kids
skinny dip without being stripped.
Now let's go on the road
and meet some real Floridians. First stop, Smoothie Queen in Flagler
Beach. I meet Stephanie, Laurie, and Sherrie wearing the typically
skimpy bikinis of Florida girls. The three teens, ages 13, 15 and 16,
are with Stephanie's younger brother, Devon, 11, and Laurie and
Sherrie's 8 year old cousin, Joel. They're happy to talk to me. None
of them are stripped. The girls say they wear bikinis all summer. The
boys are wearing board shorts. All five are well-tanned. The girls
laugh when I ask if they think they'll ever be stripped.
"Our families really don't go for that," says Laurie.
"So, boys, do you think you'll be stripped when you're older?"
The boys both shrug. "I dunno," says one, and "maybe," adds the other.
"Are you worried about it?" I ask.
The boys giggle. "No, why should we?" asks the younger boy. "My older brother is stripped."
"So's my cousin," adds Devon. "You'll meet him in a moment, he's just getting a smoothie."
"He means Trevor. He’s my boyfriend," admits Sherrie.
I take notes while they look on with interest. At this point the
boyfriend comes out. He's definitely stripped! He's sporting an
all-over tan and a nice 7 inch erection by the look of it. He's been
shaved smooth and has a hairstyle just longer than a crew cut. He's
not shy, either.
"Hi, I'm Trevor."
I introduce myself as a journalist interviewing young people about the SFF program.
He sits down in front of his girlfriend, her legs straddling him.
"So, is it nice to have a naked boyfriend?" I ask Sherrie.
"Oh, yeah!" She reaches around with her right hand, grasps his
erection and draws it up the full length of his member. He looks
satisfied and takes a big draw on his smoothie straw.
"So, Trevor," I say, "how long have you been stripped?"
"About a year. My folks stripped me when they found out I was dating.
Of course, Sherrie is my cousin, so they didn't know right away --
we've actually been going out for about two years. I guess they would
have stripped me sooner if they'd known."
"Do you wish she were stripped as well?"
"Nah, it doesn't matter. But I've really enjoyed it."
As if to emphasize the benefits Sherrie gives him a fast pumping up and
down. "Careful, Sherrie, you'll make me come quick if you keep that
up."
Sherrie looks at me over Trevor's shoulder and grins.
* * *
My next stop is at Troy Springs. We're in North Florida on the
Suwannee River. The pathway cuts through a high bluff overlooking the
river, abruptly stopping at a deck. I look down into 10 or 12 feet of
crystal clear water. I can see fish hovering in the water above a
rocky bottom. Naked kids and teens are diving off the platform. More
hang out on a row of large black floats that stop boats from coming
into the spring basin from the river.
I've been told that
the remains of a Civil War era steamboat can be seen between the main
flow of the Suwannee River and the deeps of the spring bowl. Kids
jostle and jump all around me. In order to get an interview I decide
to walk the path around the spring basin. I end up talking to a group
of families who've anchored a large pontoon boat alongside the floats.
it is a large group, including 7 adults dressed in shorts, tank tops,
and bathing suits. There are 9 kids, ranging in age from 8 to 17, 5
boys and 4 girls. The adults call the kids in from the water to eat
lunch and they clamber on board, naked bodies glistening wet in the
sun.
"So," I ask, "all of your kids are stripped?"
"Only the four older ones." The older woman acts as spokesperson, with
the others chiming in from time to time. She says she's "grandma"
although she can't be older than 55. "The rest are just naked for the
day."
"I just came from Flagler Beach. They're pretty strict
about the Stripping laws -- if a kid is caught naked on the beach the
parents have to strip the child on the spot or pay a fine."
"That's why we don't go to the state parks and all -- too much
regulation. It's our own business if we want our kids naked or not."
I make a note of this. Troy Springs is a Florida State Park, but by
docking right along the edge of the spring they are technically outside
the boundaries of the park.
"So, are your kids usually naked?" I ask.
"We keep the boys stripped at home most of the time. Of course, to go
to school that way they have to be in the SFF Program. That's Jason and
Tyler there. Over yonder, that's Stu. They're all in the program." I
notice those boys are erect. Nearly every stripped boy in the state
takes the pills that keep their phalluses engorged. The younger boys'
penises flop around. "Cindy's been stripped, too. Her mom gave up
trying to keep clothes on her and stripped her when she was 13.
Breasts and all, you know -- it was getting' to be too obvious."
"You say your boys are naked at home. What about the girls? Do they want to go naked as well?"
"If the weather's real hot, they'll strip down sometimes. But we don't
encourage clothes on our boys. Builds character, you know. Besides,
boys don't really need clothes. They get all dirty, always running in
and out the door, down to the mud hole, into the forest. I just make
'em wash off at the back door before they come in."
"I never wore clothes when I was a kid," interjected one of the dads. "Don't really see the point of putting them on a boy."
"So, will you strip the rest of them as they get older," I ask.
"Most likely the boys. Maybe one or two of the girls. We'll see."
* * *
A world away, I'm on the fashionable strip at South Beach in Miami.
This is fashion central and girls and boys alike are putting on the
glam. Microgem implants swirl in patterns across flawless tans and
buffed muscles. Piercings of all types abound.
It is harder
here to distinguish Florida residents from tourists. I walk up to group
that looks like they are enjoying the evening, but not completely
bowled over by the scene.
“Hi, folks, I’m a reporter doing a special on the SFF program. Are y’all Florida residents?”
The first to answer is a tall young man with board shorts and slightly
faded tattoos on his arms and chest. “Born in Daytona, raised in New
Smyrna, found my way down here.”
A striking brunette woman in
a halter top and bikini bottoms chimes in. “Oh yeah, my parents are
Cuban, but I’ve been here in Miami my whole life.”
“I guess
I’m the newcomer,” laughs the only nude woman among the three. I’m not
an expert on accents but she confirms it for me. “I’m from Michigan.”
“Looks like you were eager to participate in the Stripped For Florida
program, but if I’m not mistaken you’re a bit too old have gotten the
chip last week. And if you could tell me your name, please?”
“You’re right about that. My parents retired to Florida while I was
still in high school. I was the youngest person by decades in the
retirement community they bought into. To top it off they stripped me
as soon as they got here. Those old timers sure loved me, mostly
appropriately, LOL. My name’s Mary.”
“Well, since you’re the stripped one in this group, what do you think of the SFF program?”
“As you noticed, I’m not a teenager anymore, so you can guess. My
parents stripped me for life. They thought it was the cool thing to do
in Florida. Honestly, I wish they’d saved the money and given it to me
later. I could use it! But, what can I say, I’ve been living my life
naked and it’s Miami, so who can complain. I mean, look around. If a
person isn’t stripped they’re probably wearing a micro thong and a top
so tiny you can hardly see it. It’s more comfy to be naked!”
“So, no complaints. Do you have a job?”
“I’m a bartender. Good tips. Being nude probably helps.”
What about the rest of you? I guess your parents never got around to stripping you?
“You’d be wrong about that,” the gentleman with the tattoos corrects
me. “I’m Bob. I grew up on the beach. I’ve was stripped at age ten and
that meant I was naked all through my teens, until I turned 21. That’s
the law, actually. After that I had to put on clothes again. Oh, well.”
“So you would have preferred to stay stripped?”
“Doesn’t really matter to me either way. As long as these fine ladies
are willing to tolerate my company then I’m enjoying a good life.”
“We’re not the youngest or hottest on the beach…”
“You’re pretty hot, Angela,” our beach dude protested.
Angela looked at him demurely and continued, “Look at all these young
people in the microgem implants, glow in the dark paints, sculpted
hair, full body tattoos. That’s not me, but it makes a beautiful scene.
That is really Miami today. International city for a certain jet set.
Even without Stripped For Florida that would be true, but SFF is like
the icing on the cake, They call it a DECENT world out there, but we
know what that means. Go somewhere else to party, and we’re the place!”
“So you like Stripped For Florida?” I ask.
“Yes, of course. Why not. But, for me, I was never stripped. Strict
Cuban Catholic upbringing if you can believe it. But now, even my
nephews are going to be stripped. Girls get their quinceañera, boys get
stripped!”
“It’s not just stripped,” Mary interjected, “Those
boys get a party almost as fancy as the girls. They’re introduced with
all the fanfare you can imagine, new tattoos, gemstone implants,
permanent tans, and always the most badass hard-ons that shots, pills
and injections can give a boy. If he isn’t fucking before that night,
you can imagine he will be soon after.”
“Yeah, that’s my nephews, to be sure,” Angela concurred.
“Ah, to be young again,” Bob reminisced wistfully.
Mary gave him a playful punch on the bicep. “You’re not that old, buddy.”
I persuaded the three of them to pose for a photo for my Instagram
feed. “Thanks for helping me wrap up my interviews about the SFF
program. You made my day. I think I’ll go dip my feet in the water and
soak up the last bit of the sunset.”
“You’re on the wrong coast for that, honey,” Angela chided me.
“There’s a tinge of pink you can only get looking out over the Atlantic at sunset,” I insist. “Have a great night y’all.”
* * *