People have a remarkable tendency to fear what they haven’t yet experienced and to stress over what may or may not be worth the effort. I don’t know why this happens unless it is just an aversion to the “unknown.” We don’t know the outcome so we approach something with dread and trepidation. Funny, we all came into this world not knowing what our respective lives had in store for us. Did that make us shy away from the birth process? If you’re reading this post, then we all know the answer to that question.
The above image shows the facial profile of the Reverend Dr. Martin L. King, Jr. with the Washington Memorial in the background. The statue of Dr. Martin L. King, Jr., is located in Washington, D.C., USA and is a centerpiece of the Martin L. King Memorial Park along the Potomac River. The park and the monuments it contains are a tribute to both the ideals, life, and legacy of Dr. King and honor his place in the history of the USA and celebrate his stature among all the peoples of the world.
Author’s Note: This post is the second installment of a true account of my friendship with my best bare buddy (BBB), Jay. The first of this series published here one week ago, January 5, 2018, click the title to view: Bare Friendships, Part I. This series is a part of my first anniversary celebration of ReNude Pride.
The true saga of the unusual beginnings of one of my best bare practicing friend, Jay. This tells the story of our misadventures while having to wear clothes, after initially meeting when we were both bare.
No matter what our clothing status maybe, bare (naked, nude) or clothed (textile or clothes-wearer), the pesky and troublesome virus known as influenza (flu) often preys on us all. It doesn’t discriminate because of what we do, or don’t, wear. It can, and does, affect all of us, gay (same gender loving), bisexual (dual gender loving) and opposite gender loving (straight) indiscriminately and without mercy. As a health-conscious man, I dutifully received my annual flu shot for this season on December 1, 2017. Less than three weeks later, I was diagnosed with the flu.
Author’s Note: In celebrating the first anniversary of my return to blogging here, I’m sharing this two-part true account of my friendship with “Jay” (Jason) and how we initially met and became friends. This month marks the anniversary of both the beginning of my friendship with Jay and my return here (January, 2017).
Sometimes, meeting someone else when the both of you are completely nude (bare, clothes-free or naked) can lead to interesting situations that not only present special challenges but humorous outcomes. The uniqueness of the shared experience often can create a bond between the two individuals that survives issues of both distance and time. Such was the case for my good friend (Jay) and I when we first met on Saturday, January 3, 2009. The fact that we’re still close friends and that the humor involves clothes and two committed bare practitioners (naturists/nudists) makes our relationship even better and stronger.
Read the caption on the above T-shirt closely as we all welcome 2018! I wish to everyone all my best for all of 2018 and beyond. If you haven’t yet tried social nudity but regularly read here, make a resolution now to get out and remove your clothing and experience for yourself the freedom of being a bare practitioner (naturist/nudist), even if it’s just for one day. What have you got to loose except perhaps an indoctrinated false sense of modesty?
Every year, the month of December presents an opportunity to feature not just one, but two presentations for the Bottom’s Up! feature here. One for the end of the month and yet another commemorating the end of the current calendar year: 2017. So sit back, clothes-free, of course, and enjoy the post! Extraordinary bare buttocks as a farewell to the passing year!