As the author of ReNude Pride, I’m always carefully trolling the internet in order to find interesting and non-sexually explicit photographs to use on this site. I’m not intending to be a prude, but rather, a realist. I don’t want to use any image that someone, somewhere, finds offensive, sexually suggestive or grossly insensitive. It’s a fine line to walk but in the interests of this site, I’m willing to tread cautiously and be as careful as I am able.
Aaron (my husband) and I were married on this day in 2015. We’ve been together since we met in 2010. To be honest, we’ve lived together as a couple since Autumn of the year that we met. Our wedding wasn’t exactly a spontaneous event as mush as it was merely assumed by both our sets of parents that it would just happen once marriage equality became the “law of the land” here in the USA.
When I initially published a “Silly Summer” post last month, it was a one-time only deal. Since then, I’ve discovered some photographs that I really liked and so I’m sharing yet another “Silly Summer” post this month, as well. Upon reflection, I’ve become comfortable with both the title and theme and it may be a regular seasonal feature here on ReNude Pride. After all, if we can’t be both bare and silly during the Summer, then why do we even have to season at all?
Or Taking The Plunge And Diving Into The Last Full Month of Summer, 2017!
The alternate title here reflects the urgency of this post. Believe it or not, for we who live in the Northern Hemisphere, this is the final complete month of Summer, 2017 (the Autumn Equinox is September 22). Unfortunately for us, the transition is fast approaching. Those residing in the Southern Hemisphere are perhaps eagerly anticipating the change as it brings to them opportunities that we enjoyed a few months ago.
Congratulations! Today is the final day of July, 2017. It is also the end of the first full month of Summer! You’ve survived! Peace! Get naked. Enjoy!
In the photo above, as the clouds gather on the horizon, our nude dude on the beach thoughtfully gazes out towards the shoreline, unconcerned over the approaching storm. He’s content to remain where he is and as he is: bare. He’s focused on his thinking and is oblivious to worrying about something as unimportant as the weather. Why waste the energy fretting over a situation (weather) which not one of us can control? He has more important matters to contemplate.
In case anyone is expecting a steamy, graphic and definitely all-adult rated recounting of an intimate interlude between my husband, Aaron, and myself; look elsewhere. The title is also the name of a mixed alcoholic beverage. This post is the recipe for that intoxicating refreshment along with a tale of how my better-half (read: Aaron) seduced me the first time we met. Our second wedding anniversary is in a few weeks, and this is in honor of the both of us and our love.