Practically every spoken (verbal) language has it’s very own manual sign language used by it’s Deaf (primarily) and other speech-challenged populations to communicate. There exists, as of this moment, no “global” or “universal” signed language familiar and understood by all persons who converse and interact manually. There are some “word signs” that are universally recognized and utilized but each language culture has it’s own particular and predominant signed language.
Some of the larger (geographic) countries and multilingual nations have variations based upon regional and linguistic traditions, very similar to oral (spoken) fluctuations known as “accents” that are usually comprehended by all respective users.
For example, the body-painted man (above) in today’s header (title photograph) is using his hand to transmit the the concept/message/phrase “I love you.” This is one of the manual signs that is widely understood by almost every manual communicator no matter their predominant sign language. Similarly, a smile and a wave of a hand is a method of conveying a friendly greeting.
Some of these internationally recognized signs are understood based on centuries of use. Others are representative of a geographically dominant signed language and/or interaction and practice. It is important to note here that every Deaf / speech challenged person has their own specific experience with signed language, no matter where they live. The reasoning will vary as many times as the total number of individuals involved!
It is also essential to appreciate and comprehend that each particular Deaf Culture evolved. There is no magical formula that was engaged to ensure compliance. Each signed language (American Sign Language, British Sign Language, Greek Sign Language, Arabic Sign Language, Yoruba Sign Language, etc.) developed on it’s own intensity and standard.
Gratitude!
Our man above, with no body paint whatsoever, is signing another concept/message/phrase conveying “gratitude/thank you” to us all for taking a few moments to manually communicate!
Naked hugs!.
Roger Poladopoulos/ReNude Pride
Author’s Note: The next post entry here is planned for Friday, April 19, 2024, and the proposed topic is: “Earth Day!”
Just a few images today in observance of the April’s Fool Day or otherwise known as April Fool’s Day. I guess the determination is made by the number of persons involved! Have a good one!
Our friend above is obviously waiting for his morning bath! Did anyone remind him to turn on the faucet to fill his bathtub with water?
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The RuPaul Show’s Laith Ashley!
Pectoral dancing!
We’re unable to determine the thoroughness of his nakedness, however, his nipples appear to be synchronized with the rhythm! Needless to publish, but it is quite apparent that Laith Ashley’s pectoral muscle coordination is exemplary!
Happy April Fool’s Day to everyone! Enjoy the foolishness!
Naked hugs!
Roger Poladopoulos/ReNude Pride
Author’s Note: The next post entry here is planned for Friday, April 5, 2024, and the proposed topic is: “April Appraisal!”
A little post of pure nonsense to set the tone for the first weekend of Spring, 2024! Enjoy!
There are some within our community and culture who have a natural talent or a “flair for the dramatic.” Entertaining at times, it does involve a notion of audience and frequently, much patience! The entertaining aspect features the profound and intentionally theatrical representation by extraordinary measures of whatever is portrayed. The solemn is often played as too absurd to imagine – which is exactly why it is referred to as “over-dramatized!” Much more than necessary!
For the record, the actions are not especially the choice of the actor (person performing) but rather the individual charged with directing the actions – the director or person responsible for delivering the guidance for the performance. The theatrical “airs” one must engage while being traumatized at having to disrobe – and a terrycloth disrobing at that – is beyond belief. Not only must one be inconvenienced, with an arrogant and haughty attitude, but one also must appear grossly offended at having to discard a priceless fashion accessory – oh, that’s right, a simple terrycloth robe!
This is, after all, a dramatic interpretation! One must remember to be overwrought with anxiety!
Once the simple robe has been disengaged from the stage, the major production is finished. Complete. All that remains is a human body that is bare. The terrycloth offered minor resistance but was cast aside when it was recognized as a second-rate performer with severely limited experience.
If the terrycloth robe was the central character, protagonist, what’s remaining?
A bare body. Does this indicate the grand finale is to be a solo performance? Is our lone actor capable of such a climactic undertaking?
Let’s hope the prophecy is fulfilled: The show must go on!
Naked hugs!
Roger Poladopoulos/ReNude Pride
Author’s Note: The next post entry here is scheduled for Monday, March 25, 2024, and the proposed topic is: “Revolt Against Ottoman Turks!”
Evidently, the exact size of a man’s genitals (penis) does indeed matter to some. Or, perhaps our guest today is suffering with a calamity known simply as excessive modesty. Obviously, he is determined to keep his “private area” very personal and very private!
Of course, it is his body and he has every right to conceal as much – or as little – of it as he wants. However, why take a selfie photo of yourself with your hands covering your male anatomy? If you’re going to be naked, then let’s see it all!
Could he possibly be embarrassed about the size of his penis? Is that the reason that he is keeping it concealed? What nature has given to you is nothing to be ashamed about. Get over it and move forward with your life! Your body looks to be fitness induced so there’s no reason to worry about the size of your anatomy!
If .2 of a centimetre (cm) makes the difference of being measured as a boy or as a man, then size indeed matters! It also is important if the number of pubic hairs in your bush is a total of 6 follicles short of the same designation. Yes, the size of your penis or your pubic bush does matter determining if you are a man or just a boy!
Even if deliberately concealing the true determination of your penile and pubic authenticity makes your nakedness non-exculpatory and non-credible! It is also a crime, a felony to be exact! Punishable by being permanently banned from ever being a bare practitioner! No chance of ever receiving parole!
Of course, if the honest reason for you covering your genitalia is that you “groomed” (removed/shaved) your pubic hair: shame! Your attempt to return to your prepubescent state is no excuse for such immature behaviour! This time, “be a man” and “own up” to your mistake! There is no one else for you to blame!
The answer to today’s question: does size matter? depends primarily on the situation. Just like other facets in life, each and every situation is different and the proper response is determined outside a standard reply!
Relax!
Naked hugs!
Roger Poladopulos/ReNude Pride
Author’s Note: The next post entry here is planned for Monday, March 18, 2024, and the proposed topic is: “March Madness!”
ReNude Pride’s Annual Celebration and Salute to Bare Practitioners Everywhere Who Are Confident and Proud of Their Armpit Hair!
MaschalagniaMentors!
Kory Mitchell: Educator, Friend, Inductor
KoryMitchell is the very first openly gay and nudist celebrity to publicly acknowledge his maschalagnia affinity and to define it’s meaning – at least, to my knowledge. He confesses to being sexually enthralled with men’s hairy armpits. In an interview, he uses the label maschalagnia to identify himself and follows that with a thorough definition. Kory taught me the new condition and indoctrinated me on it’s effect on my life. I recognize him as my educator and as my inductor into this world of men’s hairy armpits. He is also a man that I proudly address as friend. I am so very grateful and thankful to you, Kory! As a token of my sincere appreciation, I often use this enlarged image of Kory’s underarm as the opening “header” for my postings on hairy armpits!
Prior to my lesson from Kory, I described myself as “a man with a fetish for men’s hairy armpits!” His interview about the traits that attracted him to men was in a magazine named Inches. He is of mixed descent. His father is an African-American armed service member and his mother is German. He received his education in both Germany and the USA. He can’t ever recall being elusive or shamed about his nakedness or about his sexuality.
After KoryMitchellwas diagnosed HIV+, he immediately became active in discussing HIV/AIDS prevention strategies with his professional associates in the gay porn industry. His receipt of his certifications in both the American Red Cross Fundamentals curriculum and the Red Cross Prevention Skills curriculum. I was an instructor trainer (educator) volunteer in both of those curriculums in addition to the African-American Prevention Skills curriculum. This was the immediate basis of our friendship that quickly expanded to include SGL issues, our shared nakedness and other social concerns.
Kory Mitchell: complete nakedness, maschalagnia and a leather harness!
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Sean Xavier: Secondary Educator
Sean Xavier, a smile and maschalagnia view!
SeanXavier (birthname: Kyle Overton) was born on January 16, 1988, in Victorville, California. He is the very second openly gay and nudist celebrity to publicly acknowledge not only his maschalagnia but also his shortcoming. He confirms the shaving of his chest hair when he initially began his career in pornography. He was young, inexperienced and intimidated by the studio executives who often treated him as a novice intern instead of an actor under contract. They told him to shave his chest hair and he did. He has now matured.
Sean has never admitted to shaving his underarm hair. I have never seen an image of him without hairy underarms.
In an interview in a magazine named: Inches, I read of his sexual attraction to the male hairy armpits and his – at that time – recent discovery of the word maschalagnia and it’s definition. The man conducting the interview admitted to his lack of knowledge on the subject.
“Body hair – a little or a lot – is part of being manly. Like our nipples, penis and testicles, it is what makes us who we are. Bisexual or gay, we know what is good for us!” ~ Sean Xavier ~ gay actor
Sean Xavier: maschalangnia and nakedness!
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The late Colin Black, Hirsute Axilla Activist and Champion
It was 2022, when I was reading a notice of the SGL actor, ColinBlack’s receipt of the 2012 Hoodie Award for the Best Boyfriend Fantasy that I learned of his gaining of both attention and reputation of a “Hairy armpits rights activist.” Until I read the article/interview, I never had even seen that phrase used. I became an admirer of Colin immediately.
During this period, the gay porn industry executives and producers (bullies?) were arbitrarily mandating that some actors (selective) were required to maintain themselves as “armpit and pubic hair free.” The reasoning? They were to be available to film or to pose immediately with no time to shave or otherwise groom away their hair. The “bullies” plan? If the actor’s didn’t sign that particular clause of their contract, then continue elsewhere to look for work. Additionally, some had another additional clause that prohibited them from public nakedness.
Colin, of mixed racial/ethnic heritage (African-American, Indigenous American and Korean) was known for his concern for civil and equal rights for all. He publicly lobbied and protested against these arbitrary clauses and argued against the studio’s infringement on the individual’s “natural rights.” His persistence achieved results and the policies began to disappear.
ColinBlack’sHoodie Award wasn’t based on his activist involvement but it was extensively revealed through his interview on receiving this honour.
A “hairy armpits rights activist!” I should seriously re-examine my own professional choice! Actually, that job title and that notion conveniently fits comfortably in my underarms and its fur!
Sadly, Colin died of narcotics complications in 2016.
Colin Black, maschalagnia and pierced nipples!
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Introduction:
2024 marks the eighth year of publication of ReNude Pride. At least a couple of times each year, I deliberately and intentionally offered in my accompanying photographs as well as my post entry text of my attraction to men’s hairy armpits. I’ve often received ridicule for admitting to having a “fetish” for men’s underarm fur.
For that reason, I felt a sense of privacy over my attraction to and fascination with men’s hirsute axilla! The jokes about my “addiction” to that feature of masculinity were manageable. The notoriety was the inconvenience that I sought to avoid.
Then, in 2021, after the coronavirus COVID-19 debacle, I mentally told myself to hell with it! My attraction to man’s hairy armpits is an integral aspect of what and who I am as a bare practitioner. Pretending that this characteristic isn’t a part of my life is – itself – ridiculous and worthy of all the degradation anyone wants to convey to me!
Felipe Ferreira flashes his underarm fur!
I’m so glad that Brazilian-born model/DJ/soft gay porn actor FelipeFerreirafinds my hesitancy over publishing about my dedication to hairy underarms on men so funny! Notice how he is sharing glimpses of his own underarm fur!
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Arms raised high!
Glossary:
Maschalagnia hairy armpit fascination and obsession
Axilla (armpit or underarm) is the area on the human body directly under the joint where the arm connects to the shoulder. It also contains numerous sweat glands. In humans, the formation of body odor happens mostly in the armpit. These odorant substances serve as pheromones which play a role related to mating.
HirsuteAxilla hairy armpit/ furry underarm
A person frequently is attracted to armpits and to armpit hair.
Austin Wilde (bald) invites his partner to sample his furry armpit!
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Open doorway to maschalagnia exploration!
His hirsute underarms and his nakedness invite us all inside to view this hairy gallery! Enter at your own risk!
Since graciously assuming his unofficial spokes-model role here for ReNude Pride, in all fairness, PhoenixFellington deserves and has earned all the recognition due a man of his distinction and nakedness. The 4M! entitlement? It represents the official message that this picture of him denotes: March:MaschalagniaMadnessMonth! That’s the very least we can do in order to celebrate hairy armpits!
“An eyeful of a man’s hairy armpits reminds me of my business: I’m about to get busy with another man!” ~ Phoenix Fellington ~ ReNude Pride spokes-model gay film celebrity
Phoenix Fellington: maschalagnia profile and nakedness!
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Hirsute Commencement
Friends with maschalagnia pride!
Alex, my identical twin brother, who I refer to as “Twin” (as he does me) and I began puberty just before our 12th birthday. He recalls that my interest in men’s hairy armpits seems to have happened within just one night. “I remember you went to bed, naked and normal. The next morning, you woke up dancing around our bedroom because you were growing pubic and underarm hair!”
Then, he also remembered that I only calmed down when he showed to me that the same was happening to him. For a few brief minutes, I felt special and unique entering into manhood! The photo of the teen duo (above) flaunting their underarm fur brought with it memories of “back-n-the-day!” Recently, I posted and introduced my lifelong bare practitioner buddy, Paul Turner. Click the title below to view.
During our many trips to the gay nudist area of the James River Park in Richmond, Virginia, we often observed young adult men engaged in physical exploration. A number of times Paul and I, in an adventurous spirit, followed suite. We both used our lips and tongue alternating between his hairy armpits and mine.
The memories that we have of the “memories of mischief” that we engaged in during our teenage career! I suppose our survival of that period is as miraculous as the mischief itself!
Another open admission: until Paul’s tongue licked my underarm fur, my armpits were virginal. Unfortunately, the experienced Paul was unable to confirm the same!
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Weightlifting underarms!
Time now to migrate from memories to a question concerning pheromones, defined in the Glossary above. I’ve often wondered, I know that we masturbate to relieve sexual tension and provide gratification. When we inhale the odor emitted from the pheromones of our own underarms, does that enable a similar self-gratification experience? Okay, an unintentional falsehood here. I have more than just one question.
Is this “scent of desire” created in our armpits excite only our potential intimacy partners? Are we immune to our own scent?
Regrettably, I can’t just close my eyes, take a deep breath and receive the answers to all of my questions. Perhaps I should raise my arm, sniff my armpit and maybe then I’ll have an answer!
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Gio Dell, salutes and maschalagnia pride!
SUN: Sibling’s Underarms and Nakedness
Venezuela-born bare practitioners, half-brothers, male escorts and models, GioDell and gay film actor Armani, salute everyone who shares in their maschalagnia blissful condition! Gio is confident and proud not only of his hairy armpits but likeise of every follicle of his hirsute manliness! He has modelled himself, his nakedness – and his gay exclusivity – since 2009. Above, he poses offering a salute to all of us. Gio shaves only his facial and head hairs! A man of my own standing!
Armani, name tattoo and hairy armpits!
The younger Armani, above, has sparser body hair but very impressive hair in his underarms. He keeps his head hairs cropped (cut) close.
Both half-brothers have made films for the gay porn industry and they both enjoy healthy living. Armani has a very popular male escort service!
Skinny-dipping Gio Dell!
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Pleasure
Ecstasy!
There is no doubt that the ecstasy this man above is experiencing is enhanced by his raised arm and his exposure of his hirsute axilla!
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Interracial maschalagnia!
Naked hugs!
Roger Poladopoulos/ReNude Pride
Author’s Note: The next post entry here is planned for Friday, March 15, 2024, and the proposed topic is: “Does Size Matter?”
The end of February may infer colder temperatures for those of us living in the Northern Hemisphere. However, we all know that those residing south of the Equator are basking in the glory of bare freedom – hence, bottoms-up! – outside in nature. While we may be very envious now, we know for a fact that our day will soon return! Enjoy your time in nature, our southern bare practitioners!
Northern Hemisphere: indoors bottoms-up!
In the meantime, those living north of the Equator will be content sharing our bottoms-up! experiences while inside the warmth of our humble homes!
Even inside, sometimes our toes get cool with colourful socks!
Our bottoms-up! experiences occasionally involve the use of some type of colour accessories to enhance our bare buttocks! Play time always encourages some fun for everyone!
S’naked bottoms-up!
Even the snow offers us a unique opportunity to add some chilly shivers to our bare bottoms!
Celebrity bottoms-up! Jacen Zhu!
Even our bare practitioner celebrities, such as Jacen Zhu (above) enjoy letting others admire his buttock majesty!
Bottoms-up! encouragement!
Of course, we all need to remember to invite those who are unaware of our celebration to join us in our opportunities of bottom-up! fun and games!
Naked hugs!
Roger Poladopoulos/ReNude Pride
Author’s Note: The next post entry here is planned for tomorrow, March 1, 2024, and the proposed topic is: “Bare Modesty!”
It’s official and it’s approaching at warped triple-time speed! By the time this upcoming weeks-end arrives, it will already have happened. Are you prepared for it? Ready or not, it’s coming! What? you may ask. An extra pair of buttocks? An extra man to choose from? What, exactly, is our option here? Wait! Pause. It isn’t a pair of willing buttocks! It’s not even an extra body!
What is it?
The “+24” portion of the title here is in reference to hours, not bodies! Our bonus is a grand total of twenty-four hours! This year, 2024, is a leap year! Our bonus is an extra twenty-four hours which is the equivalent of one complete, extra, full day.
Since our calendar year is an officially designated and recognized leap year, the bonus that we’re gifted with is one entire day. A total of twenty-four hours. The question now becomes: what do we do with the extra day? Extra is not regular or usual. Therefore, shouldn’t we do something unusual?
The ideal way to observe this unique occasion is to give it holiday status. Award all of us with a day off work – with a full day’s worth of pay! Imagine: everyone dancing for joy and stripping off their underwear at this awesome and magical gift! Bare buttocks bouncing uncontrollably!
Joyful stripping!
The entire world in a bare, bouncing buttocks mode! Priceless! Extraordinary! Miraculous!
So remember: this year, 2024, February has a bonus grand total of 29 days! Happy leap year to all!
Naked hugs!
Roger Poladopoulos/ReNude Pride
Author’s Note: The next post entry here is planned for Thursday, March 29, 2024, and the proposed topic is: “Bottoms-Up! February, 2024!”
This is precisely how an online acquaintance defined the meaning of this term to me. The year was 2008. We were in a chat room dedicated to same gender loving (SGL) men who were enthusiast of body and clothes freedom. I honestly can’t remember the name of the chat room nor my acquaintance’s screen name. But I do recall that he typed to me that he lived in the state of Massachusetts, USA. Some details one must never forget!
Growing up, Alex (my identical twin brother) and I both lived with an aversion to cold weather. Neither of us had any desire or dream of ever being bare outside in the snow! Until I was in the chat room that day in 2008, I had never acknowledged publicly that I had no experience being outside in my nakedness in the snow. As an erstwhile advocate of social nudity, I was simply too embarrassed to admit my innocence in the matter.
Yours truly, a inclement weather innocent!
S’Naked Virgin:
Even though I publicly “owned” my snow virginity while chatting with my friend in 2008, I refrained from publicising my status. True to the perpetual wisdom of the adage: “Old habits die hard!”
When I met and fell in love with my spouse, Aaron, in May, 2010, my s’naked virginity remained intact. The reasoning? Genetics.
“Twin” (that’s how I address my sibling, Alex) and I are both “heat and humidity” men. Centigrade or Fahrenheit, it makes no difference. The higher the temperatures, the greator our comfort and relaxation. Therefore, it must be in our genes. We have three older brothers and three younger brothers. Temperature preference, we are all eight the same!
Me, wondering what Aaron is preparing to do!
In December, 2010, we had an early snowstorm. Aaron and I had been living together for about six months. He, unlike me, was no innocent in being s’naked. He insisted he needed to preserve this opportunity on film, hence the images posted today.
While taking my pictures, Aaron “plucked” my snow virginity! He rolled handful of snow into a snowball and threw it into my bare, virginal buttocks not once but twice! One right after the other! In all honesty, I was shocked! My bare buttocks having intimate contact with snowballs – all without warning! Author’s note: that was not all he took from me that year!
Does that make me a s’whore? Snow + whore = s’whore. Do I qualify for spousal abuse?
Yours truly right after being “plucked!”
In the years following Aaron’s “plucking” of my s’naked virginity, I have engaged in being s’naked many times. I now readily admit to being recognized for my exclusive label of being a s’nudist (snow + nudist = s’nudist! Despite my s’naked status, I do wear boots while in the snow. I may be a fool for being s’naked but I am no idiot!
In addition, I shave my head hairs daily. Therefore, I wear a knit head cap in order to retain some body heat.
Experience and familiarity have served to increase my s’tolerance (snow + tolerance = s’tolerance)! Granted, the boots and knit cap have aided in this condition! My s’endurance (snow + endurance = s’endurance) – the length of time that I am able to spend s’naked is now increasing!
My s’endurance factor may be very temporary. The recent years have not provided us with snowfalls to justify being s’naked. The last snow that was of any convenience was in 2021. It has been cold, simply without substantial amounts of snow!
Perhaps I should file a s’lawsuit (snow + lawsuit = s’lawsuit). A s’naked slawsuit against the federal government for failure to present us taxpayers with a sufficient supply of snow for our s’naked adventures!
However, I’m not a snow-bunny just yet!
Naked hugs!
Roger Poladopoulos/ReNude Pride
Author’s Note: The next post entry is planned for here for Monday, February 12, 2024, and the proposed topic is: “A Week of Love!”
The recent blunder that I caused over my substitution of the proposed Bare: Modesty? post entry here for last Friday, January 12, 2024, created feeling of depression and vulnerability for me. A planned reunion with my BBFs (best bare friends) this past weekend offered me not only relief from my reaction but also realization that I can proceed with my projected revisiting of this undertaking in confidence. This posting is an appreciation gesture to Aaron, my spouse; to Jay, my BBF; and to Raheem, Jay’s partner.
Background:
In order to commemorate the fifteenth (15th) year of our BBF (bare best friends) relationship; Jay, my BBF, and I planned a two-night weekend celebration in an unfamiliar destination. Click the most recent posting for the update: BBFs to view. By the end of October, 2023, Aaron, my spouse, and Raheem, Jay’s partner, had joined the proposed occasion and we congregated in Canada this past weekend. Today’s post entry is the unplanned and hastily considered product of our BBFs summit!
It is winter here in the Northern Hemisphere; Canada is north of the border between Canada and the United States. The weather in the city is much colder than anything I am accustomed to experiencing! Being BBFs in a public hotel – as well as bare practitioners – we retreated to Jay and Raheem’s suite so that we could shed off our burdensome clothes, get comfortable and to relax and become social.
Raheem initiated the conversation by wondering how many people who read ReNude Pride were actually bare practitioners. That subject remained almost the exclusive focus for the two days and two nights that we spent in the hotel (due to the weather extremes outside). Fortunately, we were able to stay conveniently in our nakedness and to have all but two meals delivered to our suite!
We quickly developed a goal and purpose for this posting entry. The theme is: “Now that 2024 is here, explore it as a Bare Year!” The purpose is to encourage those who are uncertain of their personal level of comfort with nakedness to consider, explore and examine their feelings and reactions through suggested exercises to monitor their discovery and reality. The comments option/section is available for all to use as a communication tool to share with others.
ReNude Pride, as a blog, will publish periodically articles that will assist all of us in contemplating our thoughts and responses to predicaments and situations that we may encounter. This also includes examining different points of view on a wide variety to topics that possibly may help us reach a conclusion to certain issues that we may or may not face.
Hopefully the providing of exploratory methods or pathways for consideration, contemplation and determination can help with the achievement of a level of comfort with nakedness that will enable the pursuit of this aim or goal. Once this qualifying has been attained, implemented and understood, then progression to the next or another subsequent phase or stage becomes a possible development.
In the “Background” introduction of this submission, I gave the link to the BBFs publication here along with Raheem’s unofficial but affectionate designation as our “textile convert.” His dynamism – energetic leadership – in assuming the “moderator” role in our weekend gathering’s spontaneous discussion was rewarding to witness! It afforded an enthusiastic infusion and inspiration as we (Aaron, Jay and myself) participated in his “conversation coordination” as his subordinate audience.
In sign language, “I love you” is conveyed to Aaron, Jay and Raheem!
When this BBF reunion was initiated, Jay and I were the only two involved. Our partner (Raheem for Jay) and my spouse, Aaron, were aware of our planning. However, at that time, we were considering only a one night adventure of two friends who accidently met one another in a chance circumstance fifteen years ago. The logic for this was based on the fact that neither Aaron nor Raheem were a part of our lives when we first met. Now, the four of us are more than simply friends. Our status is now at the level of bare friends who are additionally bare practitioners! An entirely exclusive, remarkable and unique distinction.
The exclusivity of our relationship as BBFs, of course, involves our nakedness. We are what and who we are: bare. What we see in one another and share together is honesty. There are no clothes available to hide us. No disguise is necessary or needed. We are two bare same gender loving couples who offer friendship and respect. As individual couples, we have sexual intimacy but as friends we do not. For many, this reality is unbelievable. Often, reality itself is nothing more than: unbelievable!
Our exclusivity also involves our uniqueness. The unbelievability of our situation surprisingly eradicates yet another stereotype. Gay and naked frequently invokes mental images of an orgy. This is common mythology for the multitudes; regardless of their clothing status or their sexual identity. The four of us destroy that misconception!
Naked hugs!
Roger Poladopoulos/ReNude Pride
Author’s Note: The next post entry here is planned for Monday, January 22, 2024, and the proposed topic is: “Resolutions Reminder!”
January 3, 2009: a Saturday. Mr. Obama still retained the official designation of “president-elect” for about another two weeks. Jay (my soon-to-be BBF) and I arrived separately at the Naked Happy Hour (nude cocktails) event in downtown Washington, D.C. We stripped off all our clothes in the second floor men’s room with over 100 other guys. We proceeded downstairs (clothes free) to the bar area and that’s where we met. We’ve been BBFs (bare best friends) ever since then; exactly fifteen (15) years ago today!
This day was more than a full year before Aaron and I met one another. As a matter of fact, Jay was very encouraging to Aaron and myself and was the singular “honourary” best man for both Aaron and myself on August 15, 2015, the day that we got married. Fortunately, over the years, Aaron and Jay have also become BBfs together!
For the past four years, Jay’s bromantic partner is Raheem. Ever since we’ve met him, Raheem has been an integral component of our now BBF foursome. He fits as an appropriate “odd man” as he’s the only one of us who “wore” clothes until he met up with Jay! His unofficial designation (in jest) is as our “token textile convert!”
Despite our often laughing at Raheem’s “novelty” nudity status, we’ve welcomed him into our clothes free world. Amazing, he does have an enthusiasm for social nakedness and enjoys our outings among others as well as among ourselves. Jay often has a “new” Raheem tale of “naked energy” to share with us. It is rewarding to be with another who is enthralled with body and clothes freedom.
Over the 15 years of our “best bare friendship,” Jay and I have both considered not only the timing of our meeting one another but also the chronological implications. It was very early into a new calendar year, the actual third day of January, 2009. The day held promise and excitement. To start with, it was a very moderate day temperature-wise, I wore shorts and sandals to the planned “naked cocktail” event. An unusual occurrence for January of any year in the Washington, D.C. metropolitan area. The unseasonably warm outdoor temperatures contributed to the exceptional crowd gathered for the bare “happy hour” gathering!
The crowd was one of the reasons that Jay and I met. I was looking over the attendance for a place to sit. Jay was seated at a “table-for-two” and had no one in the opposite chair. I approached him and…voila, we met! We shared the same table for a couple of hours, exchanging notes with one another and Jay practicing his American Sign Language (ASL). Before parting as the naked cocktails event ended and “textile cocktails” (clothed cocktails) began, we shared email addresses and agreed to keep in touch with one another.
We sent emails throughout the week following our meeting and were both very excited about Obama’s upcoming inauguration and the commencement of both change and hope for all of us living in the Washington, D.C. metropolitan area. We discussed meeting for a lunch during one of the upcoming weekends but were unsure of the throngs of people anticipated before the swearing in of the new president. One of the suggested dates was to wait until after the president’s event and people returned home.
We didn’t have to delay our next encounter together. The following Saturday, nor January 10, 2009, we surprised one another (again) by eventually realizing that we were both shopping inside a bookstore in Arlington, Virginia. The confusion was based on the fact that neither one of us recognized the other because we were wearing clothes. We only knew one another through being naked – not under the disguise of garments!
Unfortunately, we didn’t recall one another until we were leaving the booksellers. It did provide us both with laughter as we realized this would probably be the contact incident that would permanently seal our friendship!
“Sorry! I didn’t recognize you wearing clothes!”
Naked friendships cause less confusion than one might think!
Naked hugs!
Roger Poladopoulos/ReNude Pride
Author’s Note: The next post entry here is planned for Friday, January 5, 2024, and the proposed topic is: “Footnote!”
