Not so easy to do now, so it only tends to happen for moral reasons like an unplanned pregnancy and a traditional family.

It wasn’t so long ago that teenagers could get married – there wasn’t the modern obsession with pretending that teenagers are not sexual beings

Your particular experience with a perv sounds far more disturbing than any of my distant awareness that pervs were around the place ever was. So much worse to think that the perv has a special interest in how your mind works, and knows your name and residence etc, than just to know that there is some purposeful voyeurism confined just to the body happening when you’re out in public.

The point I’m trying to make is that short of living in a fortress there’s really nothing you can do that won’t be interpreted deviantly by a deviant, so the initiative lies with the rest of us not to allow the deviant to dictate what we will and will not do and where we will draw our boundaries.

I think this is very important. There is a distinct difference between drawing the attention of a deviant, and being directly acted upon by a deviant. Boundaries for legal intervention need to be confined to the realms of actual harmful acts, not thoughts and desires, even the thoughts and desires that most of us find repulsive and alarming, because that way lies the draconian thought police.

The point I’m trying to make is that short of living in a fortress there’s really nothing you can do that won’t be interpreted deviantly by a deviant, so the initiative lies with the rest of us not to allow the deviant to dictate what we will and will not do and where we will draw our boundaries.

I’m very pleased you’ve posted this picture Tigtog, firstly because it’s beautiful, and secondly because it demonstrates that the rational pleasures of expression are worth enjoying in spite of the minority who are determined to spoil them for the rest of us.

I don’t think I really knew the word paedophile at the time, but I certainly did think about whether the images might come into the hands of a ‘perv’. The photographer did want to exhibit a few of the images with his camera club, but he gave us approval, and I was happy with that. I decided that it really didn’t bother me if some perv got his kicks from looking at my picture, but of course this is something nudists are used to if they use nudist beaches at all – there’s always a few pervs with binoculars around. Looking couldn’t hurt me.

If I found some of those images on the net, at my current age, it wouldn’t disturb me. It may have disturbed me at a younger age, although I’m not sure. Again, people looking can’t hurt me. Discussions of the photos’ merits are the photographer’s territory. My expressions? I would probably be intrigued by what other people who didn’t know me saw in my purely physical representation. I was always prone to intellectualising, even at that age.

how much of the poses and the expressions reflect you and who you were and how you related to your body, and how much of them reflect the photographer’s ideas and interpretations?

Hm, I’m not sure that my memories of the day are quite that specific. He had a theme of Renaissance paintings that he was working with, and I had some art books and knew about that, so there was a sense of play-acting within that context. I tended to come up with the basic poses myself, and then he would ask me to move an arm a little, or tilt my face a little, or raise a shoulder a little to make a better composition, so it was a collaboration. Also, he was only a hobbyist, so it’s not like he had a fully formed artistic vision that he wanted to mold me into – it was all rather tentative, really.

As to leering etc, I wasn’t that conscious of it because most of my spare time was either spent doing sport or reading books. I was quite genuinely oblivious to much of what others were doing most of the time, unless I was hyperconscious of a boy on whom I had a crush. I think the experience of seeing naked bodies of all shapes, sizes and ages at the nudist club made me less judgemental about both my own body and the bodies of others, so therefore I was naively less self-conscious of my body than most of my school-friends, while at the same time having all this knowledge about naked bodies that they did not (remember I also had the Dad who was the Family Planning Association presenter, so I knew all about reproduction and contraception as well).

I definitely knew that many of my peers found my knowledge, combined with a certain level of invincible naivety about peer pressure games, rather intimidating, and I kinda enjoyed that. Mind you, only a few of my girlfriends knew that I was a nudist, because we only went one weekend a month (unlike some of the other kids whose parents took the family there every weekend) so it wasn’t the only activity I had to talk about/be notorious for.

You chose a very demure shot, why? Is it purely because you’re not sure about the legality of posting shots of naked 14 yr olds or are you less comfortable with the more revealing photos in a public space?

When you agreed to pose for these photographs did you consider the possibility that the photos may accidentally come into the hands of a paedophile one day? If so, how did you resolve that for yourself?

I imagine that at 14 you had no concept that the Internet might be this big thing one day so you wouldn’t have considered how you felt about the photos on the net but if you now discovered the photographer had uploaded them on to an art site how would you feel about it? How would you feel about seeing people discuss the merits of the photos, interpreting your expressions in the photos?

Looking at the photos, how much of the poses and the expressions reflect you and who you were and how you related to your body, and how much of them reflect the photographer’s ideas and interpretations?

Around this age, I imagine like me, you started getting leered at quite a lot by men, albeit outside the nudist club, but did this interfere with being a nudist at this age, or were they very separate things for you?

I don’t have an agenda here, at least I hope I don’t, I am genuinely fleshing out my understanding of a teenager with a different experience of her self-consciousness to me.