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.
Somewhere, I guess in a comment on a previous blog of mine, someone wrote…“those lazy, crazy, hazy, days of summer…” and attributed those to a song by the late singer, Nat King Cole. I wrote down the words but didn’t get the name of the song or the name of the individual leaving the comment. But about this time every year, the last of July or the beginning of August, the words somehow manage to find themselves back into my memory. When this happened last year, I promised myself that this year I’d post about it. Continue reading July Days!
Erectilephobia is my own term for any man who allows his fear of possibly having an erection in public to prevent him from trying social nudity. The most unfortunate aspect of this situation is that there is an equal possibility that the same man will not have an erection in public and therefore he’s allowing this possibility to prohibit him from the camaraderie and joys of social nudity. Arousals (erections) aren’t available “on demand” so none of us are immune from this happening, but we’re realists and refuse to let that possibility stand in our way of enjoyment.
In current American usage, the term “the birds and the bees” is a euphemism for sex. Please don’t ask me why, I didn’t invent the language here, so I have no earthly idea. Since birds and bees are unable to mate (procreate) with each other, the mystery only continues to confuse me (and others, I’m sure). After writing all of that, I’m still unclear on the background or history of the expression. However, it does represent the sexual act, especially when parents talk around other non-adults.
Author’s Note: This blog-site celebrates all the many non-sexual aspects of naturist/nudist living. The title here may be somewhat misleading but I assure everyone reading here this posting is in no way sexual. Please forgive me the confusion and please enjoy the message contained.
“Sex On The Beach” may mean a number of different things to an equally number of different people. For me, it recalls summer days relaxing on the beach, completely bare and soaking up the sunny rays while sipping a tropical cocktail. A before dinner mix of sand, surf and sunshine and a drink.
The The Naturist Society (TNS) and the American Association For Nude Recreation (AANR) are observing tomorrow, Saturday, July 14, 2018, as International Skinny-Dipping Day. Grab a friend, strip out of those clothes and jump into a body of water for some old-fashioned style swimming in just your natural skin. For those who live in colder climates, a heated indoor pool is highly recommended. No one wishes frost-bite on anyone, although I’m sure there are a few who would welcome a cooling experience from the summer’s heat and humidity!