This post will stray somewhat from my usual “end-of-the-month” review of the state of this blog and any accomplishments relating to this site, nudity and/or same gender loving (gay) concerns. Instead, it is a posting of a noteworthy event in commemoration of Black History Month here in the USA. I’m sure that some of you reading here may ask yourselves, “why is he writing about Black history month? He’s not Black.” True, I’m not black-skinned. However, my husband is African-American and if I am to respect both him and his heritage, then I need to acknowledge and address issues that not only concern him but us both.
The month of January, every year, never ceases to amaze me. That’s the one time of the year that my local gym is packed with bodies beyond capacity. People are everywhere they shouldn’t be and the overwhelming majority of them doing things they shouldn’t. I understand that with the start of the new calendar year, my gym membership numbers soar as people try to adhere to their resolutions of weight loss and becoming physically fit. I appreciate their commitment to improve their health but not at my expense!
Here in the USA, every February is designated as Black History Month. This is the time of the year that nationally, we focus on remembering, educating and sharing the accomplishments and achievements of African-Americans and their contributions made to both American history and to American society. One doesn’t have to be a Black American to appreciate the results of Black culture. It is a time for all of us to celebrate the people who overcame innumerable challenges and enriched us all.
During this month, my second January composing this site, ReNude Pride, my thoughts turned to an observation that a fellow bare practitioner and good friend once shared with me: “When in doubt, get naked. If he objects to it, he’ll walk away from you. If he strongly objects, he’ll run away from you. If he accepts it, he’ll sit with you. If he’s comfortable with it, he’ll get naked with you.” And that is exactly how my good friend and I initially met one another.
Author’s Note: This month, January, 2018, is my first anniversary of blogging here with the title: ReNude Pride. Today’s post is a celebration of this blogging achievement.
As this month rapidly approaches closing, I would be completely an ungracious fool if I allowed this occasion to pass by without publicly thanking the man who enables me to do this, the man that I love and have committed my life to, my spouse, Aaron. I am grateful for not only his support of my efforts here, but his patiently listening as I share my ideas for this site. I love you, my man!
As difficult as it seems, at least for me, to believe, almost a full year has now passed by since I returned to blogging here. In many ways, it doesn’t feel like it has been that long, but the calendar doesn’t lie and next month marks the first anniversary of ReNude Pride. I guess this proves beyond a doubt the old adage: Time flies when you’re having fun.
It has indeed been a “fun” year for me. I enjoy writing, meeting people and exchanging ideas. Being able to do that with others while discussing one of my favorite topics, nudity, only makes it all the more of a pleasure for me. At this time, I add that if anyone reading or visiting here on ReNude Pride has a topic or subject that they would like to see addressed/discussed here, please type the issue in the “comments” function and I’ll be more than happy to try my best to introduce it.
The gentleman in the above photograph is either trying to be the world’s most convincing illusionist or else the entire image is a photographer’s opportunity that has spun completely out of control. Is the subject attempting to mislead us to assume that he’s steering a bicycle by holding onto handlebars that aren’t physically attached to his unicycle? Is the actual photographer trying to seduce us into believing that the model has lost almost half of his bicycle? Or are we supposed to be so distracted by his complete nudity in a residential neighborhood that we overlook the fact that his handlebars aren’t even attached to his transport?