Yesterday was the Easter Feast in the Greek Orthodox Church. My spouse, Aaron, and I hosted several other same gender loving Greek bare partitioning couples over to our condo for a traditional Easter meal. Today’s post is one of fantasy and light-heartedness as I was exhausted after all the preparation and clean-up. I could have prepared better and scheduled my post in advance but I’m afraid I was too busy and lazy to do so. Continue reading Magical Nudity
For all of those reading and visiting here, a sincere wish for each one of you for a safe and happy holiday! The dancing elf above is celebrating with you on your festive time of the year. Like him, I trust that you are enjoying this time entirely clothes-free! It may be cold outside, but dancing often warms the heart!
Taking the subway is a hassle-free means to get to your destination. There would be even less stress involved if those of us who are bare practitioners (naturists/nudists) could enjoy the convenience of travelling clothes-free as is Daniel Shoneye in the photograph above. I know for a fact that if nudity were allowed, I’d subway all over the Washington, D.C., metropolitan area. Alas, that’s probably never going to happen anytime soon but at least I can hope for clothes-freedom somewhere in my future!
It’s the last day of October and it’s also Halloween here in the USA! Happy Halloween and feel free to celebrate by body-painting a pumpkin face on your buttocks – if you dare! For those who may not be quite so adventurous, have fun and be safe, anyway! Just beware of all the ghosts and goblins who come out to play!
When I was a student in primary school, our teacher periodically assigned poems for all of us to commit to memory in order to increase our comprehension of the written English language. As we were all Deaf, this assignment entailed us to not only remember the English words as they were written, but also their equivalent in our manual language: American Sign Language (ASL). For students who were either ten or maybe eleven years old, this was a very intimidating task and was not undertaken lightly.
As a teenager, I was always fascinated and probably borderline obsessed with the exotic men that I met and/or observed around me. As Alex, my identical twin brother, and I had accepted and acknowledged our same gender attraction since our early teen years, I thought nothing out of the ordinary about this fact. I felt it was simply part of my sexual exploration and self-discovery. One culture that I particularly remember having fantasies about were the Polynesians of the South Pacific Ocean. These included the men from Samoa, Tonga, Hawaii, the Marquesas Islands, the Maori (the indigenous peoples of New Zealand), Tahiti, Tuvalu, Kiribati, Tokelau and other islands. The Polynesians are noted for their seafaring skills as well as their intricate body tattoos.
In case you didn’t notice, I borrowed this title from Mr. William Shakespeare. I don’t think he’ll mind too much, as he’s already famous for his original work. That, and the fact that he’s been dead for centuries. Come to think of it, his work is entitled A Mid-Summer Night’s Dream whereas mine is A Mid-Summer Night’s Fantasy. Similar, yes, but also different. So I received my inspiration for this post from the Bard of Avon, instead of borrowing. I feel somewhat better now.