For all of those reading and visiting here, a sincere wish for each one of you for a safe and happy holiday! The dancing elf above is celebrating with you on your festive time of the year. Like him, I trust that you are enjoying this time entirely clothes-free! It may be cold outside, but dancing often warms the heart!
As someone who has absolutely no sentimental attachment to the phrase, “Winter Wonderland,” the best way that I can imagine celebrating the Winter Holidays is best described as tropical nudity. For me, the epitome of “merry,” “happy” and “joyful” is to be as bare (naked, nude) as possible under palm trees with the outdoor temperatures hovering or above what others may deem h-o-t! Personally, that would be the perfect time to celebrate what others may determine a “most magical time of the year!”
Some may wonder: why is a blog that celebrates same gender loving male (gay) social nudity seriously feature a posting discussing “dressing for success?” Shouldn’t the focus be on stripping for fun and relaxation? My response to those thoughts is that no, I’m not high on any mind-altering substance and that there are countless articles on removing clothing and enjoying life bare but very few on how we bare practitioners (naturists/nudists) don we now our gay apparel (to adopt a more festive seasonal phrase) after our clothes-freedom experiences.
Yesterday, I was reading a blog that I follow titled My Truth, My Clarity. Click the title to view. The site is written by a man named Anthony, whom I’ve never met but I enjoy his excellent writing skills and respect his thoughts and ideas. This particular post he named “Most vs. Least” in which he posted the three things that he most liked about himself and the three things that he least liked about himself. One of his honest revelations made me feel uncomfortable and that, in turn, led me to this post today.
A Guy Without Boxers was the name of my first blog here on wordpress. The reason for that title is that a man without any underwear (boxers, briefs, bikinis, jock-strap, whatever) was…well, naked, nude, clothes-free. He was completely b-a-r-e. Devoid of any type of covering over his body. The exact type of man that I enjoy being. That should be no surprise to anyone reading here on a regular or even an irregular basis.
Congratulations to all same gender loving bare practitioners who live Down Under! Yesterday, December 7, (at least on the eastern coast of the USA) the Australian Parliament passed marriage equality! Rejoice! Celebrate! Be happy! Another homophobic tradition is discarded in favor of justice for all!
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?