It makes no difference where we live, whether in the Southern Hemisphere and enjoying the excitement of the Summer season or in the Northern Hemisphere and trying to survive the cold and dreary doldrums of the Winter, there’s always an opportunity to strip off our gear and bare our buttocks! Regardless of snow or sunshine, taking off our clothes and hanging out naked is more of a social occasion as it is a favorite recreation.
This January is my second anniversary here with ReNude Pride although it is the actual third January being published here. This month was a celebration as the second year of publication was observed. In keeping with a tradition I’ve established here on ReNude Pride, at the end of each month I post a commentary on that month and what accomplishments, if any, were made and other pertinent thoughts worth noting. I use this as a tool of keeping readers informed as well as a measure of success.
Doing what we know is the “right” (correct) action isn’t always easy. It’s often not as plain and clear as many of us would like to think. Especially in these challenging times in which we live what sometimes may seem to be the obvious choice is occasionally complicated by outside factors or influences such as situation, participants, etc. This is particularly true when the choices presented to us are accompanied by conflicting values, attitudes and beliefs. The dilemma can and often is never-ending.
Author’s disclaimer: this is *not* a post about closet space that is filled from the floor to the ceiling and from wall to wall with unwanted and mostly unused items. During this early part of the new year, 2019, most, if not all, of us probably would benefit by conveniently losing some of the excess baggage that we have cluttering (overflowing) in our lives (closets). By the word baggage I’m referring to those who we call “friends” even though we’re loathe to spend any amount of time with them.
My Father and the Reverend Dr. King
When my brothers and I were growing up, and my parents were still living in this country, I remember my father consistently and constantly sharing with all of us his recollections of the day that he “marched with Dr. King.” My siblings and I would roll our eyes as we had to endure his endless recounting of his participation at the national March for Jobs and Freedom on the National Mall. Even before we understood what exactly transpired that day, we all matured knowing that our father was there.
As we are now into the dawn of a new year, those reading here who have felt a curiosity about nudity but always hesitated about giving it a try, make a promise to yourselves now to experience it in 2019! If you’ve often wondered about being a bare practitioner (naturist or nudist), why just think about it? Give it a try! Better to learn if it’s something that you enjoy now rather than sit back and just think about it. There’s no time like the present!
To write here that I am just “super angry” is an intentional misrepresentation of exactly how furious I indeed am. However, rest assured that no one really wants me to use the language that I am currently thinking. I’m sure that are profanity police floating through cyberspace to protect the innocent against such a crime. I refuse to be manipulated and roll in the gutter only to climb out of said gutter and discover ReNude Pride censored or worse, even cancelled.