If a man is removing his socks, then you just know for certain, beyond any shadow of a doubt, that he is serious about becoming nude. There is absolutely no way to misinterpret his intentions. This dude wants clothes-freedom right now! If you are in his presence I strongly recommend that you get busy and strip off your gear (clothing), too! Don’t even think about remaining dressed and waiting for a gentle and polite invitation. As promoted in the footwear commercial advertisement: “Just do it!”
Before any inundates me with negative comments, no, I am not laughing at the fact that people are bare (naked, nude)! Well, yes I am if the situation is funny but as to ridiculing anyone just because they are clothes-free? Never. That’s a very emphatic n-e-v-e-r! Never! But there are times when we bare practitioners (naturists/nudists) find ourselves in predicaments that are strange, unusual and funny! That’s what this post here is all about. The levity of life as a person who practices nudity, whether alone or as a social nudist.
Author’s Note: Last summer, I published two posts here on “nudescapes” (nude + landscape or seascape). To visit those two, click on the title: Nudescape: A Collection or the second, Nudescapes: A Collection #2. This post is a continuation in this series.
The lens of a camera is, upon reflection, nothing more than a substitute for the canvas and brush of an artist. It is an image, captured in a precise moment in time, that conveys to us the viewer a message from either the artist or the photographer. It is up to us, the viewer (“beholder”) to accept the view and the message or to reject it. Photography, like any other work of art, depends upon the acceptance and appreciation of the viewer.
August is now here and in the Orthodox tradition, this is the month for the customary (at least in the home country) blessing of the grapes. In other words, invoking the divine to shed his benevolence upon each and every grape that we consume, be it the fruit itself or the juice or the wine that we drink. Trust me, as Greeks, we do consume quite a bit of wine and have a remarkable ability to eat an impressive number of grapes.
It’s now or never, folks! Let’s get ready because before we all know it, there’s a very massive change approaching and time is running out. The clock is already ticking and the next we know, it will be the beginning of Autumn, 2018! There, I wrote the unspeakable! Today begins the first day of the final full month of Summer, 2018. Next month, the seasons will change and this one will be over. History. Past. For a summer-freak as myself, the days of doom and gloom are upon us all.
Personally, there is no better way to commemorate Bottoms-Up! for a hot summer month such as July than with skinny-dipping buttocks. It’s the splash-down dive that represents the very best of the entire season – as well as the ideal cooling off solution. It may not represent the diver at his most skillful moment or manoeuver, but it is a compliment to the photographer for being in the right place at just the right space in time. The image is absolutely skinny-dipping (naked swimming) at its best!
This month’s reflection:
Remembering E. Lynn Harris
June 20, 1955 – July 23, 2009
The late E. Lynn Harris was one of my favorite contemporary authors of gay and bisexual fiction. His stories first came to my attention in the early 1990’s and he remains one of my all-time favorite fiction writers to this day, despite his sudden death in the summer of July, 2009. His novels entertained and introduced modern readers to the almost invisible lives of Black same gender loving (gay) and Black dual gender loving (bisexual) men during a time when there were, literally, very few examples of them in any form of print media.