Although this may be the first day of September, 2017, the Summer season isn’t over just yet. The season do not officially change until September 22, despite what the meteorologists preach. The early days of this month often can be among the hottest of the year and the humidity doesn’t simply pack-up and disappear because the calendar shows a new month. Like all the other seasons, Summer has a habit of lingering also. It’s too soon to put away the sunscreen and light a fire in your hearth.
Author’s Note: This post usually publishes on the last day of the month. Due to tomorrow being the twentieth anniversary of the tragic death of Diana, Princess of Wales, I am posting this today in order to remember the late Princess Diana.
This is the very next-to-the-last day of August, 2017. Summer is almost over – which to me is unbelievable. This means that this is the final Bottom’s-Up! post for the Summer, 2017. The next one will publish on September 30, 2017 – in the Autumn season.
So bare your buttocks and show off your pride! Summer is rapidly disappearing into the past! Before that happens, let the world admire your beautiful buns (buttocks)!
“Ability may get you to the top, but it takes character to keep you there.” ~ John Wooden
We’re almost to the end of August, the final full month of the Summer, 2017. As for me, I’m left wondering, “where did this season go?” It seems as though we just observed the the beginning of the Summer, and now here it is, entering into the count-down for the last couple of weeks before another season. Autumn, arrives. It doesn’t seem fair that my personal favorite season of the year is the shortest, even though I know that this isn’t the case at all!
One week from today, September 4, is the annual Labor Day holiday here in the U.S. For many meteorologists, this holiday marks the unofficial end of Summer. Many resort hotels and establishment reduce their guest prices as they, too, see this as the end of the major tourist and travel season. However, for those of us who are avid bare practitioners (naturists/nudists), we hold sacred the final day of Summer on September 21. What’s good enough for the calendar is fine for all of us!
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.
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.