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.
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!
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.
It’s the end of the month of June, which means that the USA national holiday, July 4, isn’t very far away. That’s the reason I selected this particular image for this post, there is an American flag hanging from the lifesaving kiosk. A premature reminder that even though it has just arrived, Summer is rapidly passing us by. The nude and clothing-optional beaches are calling out our names – go to one fast before the season is completely finished!
GLBTQ (gay, lesbian, bisexual, transgender, queer) Pride Month, at least here in the USA, is over for another year. I hope all of us remember to carry around our gay and nude pride until the next one comes along. It isn’t always easy to be a gay nudist, so it is often incumbent on each of us to be as supportive as possible for all of our brothers and sisters. None of us are able to journey through life alone and unaided by others.
In celebrating GLBTQ Pride Month, I published my second interview here at ReNude Pride. The post, Interview: Dean of Black Nude Taurus, was featured here on June 19, 2017. In case you missed the reading the interview, click the title to be linked directly there.
My first cousin, Michael Poladopoulos, began publishing his blog here at wordpress.com during this month. Our fathers are brothers and Michael is 9 years younger than Alex, my identical twin, and myself. Like Alex and I, Michael is also Deaf, same gender loving (gay) and a bare practitioner (naturist/nudist). I encourage everyone reading here to visit and follow his blog. Click on the following title to be linked to his site: Nekkid Furry Boi. I’ve already added his journal to the Bare Blogging Crew page here at ReNude Pride.
Summer is, at last, now officially here and I think that there’s no one any happier than me. This is beyond a shadow of a doubt my absolute favorite time of all the year! There is always so much to see and do during this season, along with the desire to see and do it all before Autumn arrives. Fortunately, the longest day of sunlight in the Northern Hemisphere always occurs during the summer season (June 21).
As we close out Gay and Nude Pride Month, let’s all remember that our month of celebration may be over. However, we all carry our confidence in being same gender loving (gay) bare practitioners (naturists/nudists) with us throughout the year. We should all hold our heads us high!
“The door of the Stonewall had wrought-iron bars across this little peephole, a little wooden thing that slid open. And the man inside would look at you and, if you looked like you belonged there, would let you in.” ~ Chris Babick, describing the entrance to The Stonewall Inn
The Stonewall Inn, a small bar located in New York City’s Greenwich Village neighborhood, was the unlikely site for the birthplace of the modern gay right’s movement. On the night of June 28, 1969, it became a battlefield between homosexual (gay, same gender loving) patrons and local police. This battle was the first of many that were fought throughout the world in the struggle for the dignity and equality of homosexuals everywhere. “Gay Liberation” was born here on this night.
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.
The often asked question – with a myriad of responses, some valid and others plainly based on conjecture and/or myth. Does the size of a man’s flaccid (soft, non-erect) penis really matter? Is it all really that important? In a completely asexual world, the answer is probably no. However, we live in a very sexualized world that is very much attuned towards all things physical. That being the case, then more than likely the question’s reply changes to a very emphatic “yes!” Size definitely becomes a primary factor in determining how a man is perceived in the world and, most importantly, how a man sees himself .