Now that the First Day of Summer, 2019, has officially arrived in the Northern Hemisphere (11:54 a.m. EST, Friday, June 21, 2019) there is no better way to honor the occasion than to offer a beach posting here on ReNude Pride. With the same gender loving (gay) and bare practitioner (naturist or nudist) themes featured here, it is only appropriate that this entry celebrate that dual purpose both visually and in writing.
It seems almost impossible but we are now at the end of another month: April, 2019. I’m losing my understanding of just how long a month lasts. In my mind, it feels as though the Spring season has just begun and now, all of a sudden, the entire month of April has transpired. It also means that my school year – and work year – has almost finished.
My blogging buddy and same gender loving (gay) bare practitioner (naturist or nudist) friend, Timothy, author of the blog, Almost Wild, wrote a post late last month that relates to my reflection here today. Please click onto the title and read his exposition, Tats & Pubes & Nudists. His post fully enhances my reflection theme, topic and personal opinion.
Life can be very confusing sometimes. Just when we think that an issue has been resolved and put to rest, all of a sudden – BINGO – it somehow manages to resurrect itself and raise its ugly head again. The same is true in blogging. I guess this comes with the territory and its merely a fact of life. But this dilemma was one of the reasons that I created the “Friday Footnote” feature here on ReNude Pride – as a space where any of the updates or anecdotes to the blog can be posted.
This is the week of Valentine’s Day (February 14, to be exact), 2019. So if anyone has forgotten, be advised that any excuse for ignorance is now null and void. Everyone reading or visiting here is now officially reminded that this date is almost upon us – and is fast approaching! Get busy and plan accordingly! This upcoming Thursday is the day to symbolically present our loved one with a token of our affection and appreciation.
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.