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?
As I promised, my interview with Kenn Campbell-Harris published yesterday afternoon on Nudist Planet. Click the website title to be directly linked to the interview. As I wrote here in my reflections post, End of Month Reflections, July, 2017, earlier this week, I am sharing this post with all of you, in case anyone is interested in reading about me, my life and my experiences as a same gender loving (gay) bare practitioner (naturist/nudist). The questions posed to me were very thought-provoking.
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.
To the best of my knowledge, there is no official government proclamation in any country designating today as Gay Nudists Day (also known as Gay Naturists Day) . For almost as long as I’m able to remember, that’s just what today is: a date to celebrate being a same gender loving man who prefers clothes-freedom. To be honest, I’m uncertain as to who informed me of this observance. One instance does remain set in my mind. I was once a member of a gay nude social club in the Washington, D.C. area, Lambda Soleil (since inactive). It was the oldest club of gay naturists/nudists in the Washington region (organized in the early 1980’s) and every year they communally observed this occasion.
Author’s Note: This post is not offered as a scientific study of same gender loving (gay) attraction. It contains no empirical references nor evidence save that experienced within my own family. It is a personal perspective on being aware of same-sex attraction and is published here on my ReNude Pride blog as a way of celebrating the month of June as the traditional recognized Gay Pride Month here in the USA.